Dahlia’s pov, “Here’s the thing, sunny is drunk.” Tristian blurts out. “She had called me few minutes ago, crying and rambling over some stuffs. I was forced to locate her at the bar she was and brought her back. She was, in fact she is in a pretty bad mess. She puked overall the place and all over me. Which obviously explains why I’m shirtless.” He rasps spitefully, turning from the embarrass Tristian he was a while ago to a pissed one now. “Sunny is drunk? Why? What happened? Why did she drink?” I asks before I realize Tristian wouldn’t know all that. So I just walk out of Tristian and enter Sunny’s room. First I’m welcome with a strong stench of alcohol which nauseate me before I manage to walk up to an half-sleepy-drunk looking sunny on the bed. “Sunny? What the hell happened? Just how much did you drink?” I snapped at her. “Tristian?” She called with her voice dragging. She’s lying face down but still If not the effect of alcohol she could recognize me. “Where’s the pack
Dahlia pov, “We shouldn’t rush into it in haste. Yes that portrait looks so much like Spencer’s but don’t forget there are millions of people with same physique and a million others with that same dragon tattoo, same spot. We can’t just accuse the first suspect that comes to mind until there’s a solid proof. You don’t want to put an innocent person behind bars do you?” Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond? Or she could even be related to Spence
Sunny’s Pov As much as I will hate to admit, being in the same entity with Tristian got to be the top rated awkward moment of my life. I may have been all tough and sassy outside but I was literally scourging with Agitation. The fact that Tristian saw the lowest version of me yesterday and probably how I must have made a fool out of myself freaks the hell out of me. I had thought hiding beneath the guise of giving him cold shoulders and being feisty with him would suppress it but I had failed. Why the hell he had really came to the bar for me is something I’ll never place my head around. Tristian had been such a jerk to me even though dahlia keeps appraising him. But then again why the hell was Tristian the first person that called to my mind when I needed a helping hand? Fuck sakes there’s dahlia there. We’ve just dropped the kids off at school and right now, Tristian is driving us out of the school compound. The car is suddenly so quiet now as the kids are off and I can bet
Dahlia’s. Dahlia’s Pov, I hate to say this but Carlton is like the best chef and teacher I’ve met in my entire life. I’ve been literally smitten by the impeccable way he’s lecturing the students and handling the culinariy so far. It’s like he had been cooking from his mother’s belly and he was born to lecture it. We started at the basic of cooking today. And we started off with French fries. So far, Carlton had enthusiastically taken the students through each step, breaking it into unit that even I am learning from him. He seem to have of pool of secret tips and several alternatives for time managing which he had dished out to the student. The moment had totally overwhelmed me that I never knew I had been smiling sheepishly… At Carlton… and it’s not fake. I only fall back to the moment when I see marigold shooting glares at me as she’s clenching on to the knife she’s suppose to be using to dice the Irish potatoes. Other students are busy dicing their potatoes but there she
“It is a good time?” Carlton inquires and it doesn’t take time for it to register that he’s referring to what I had told me this morning at the office. I had told him I’ve a suspect but we’ve decide to hold the class first before talking about it. “Yeah, you might dismiss this but I think marigold is the culprit.” I blurts out and that hits Carlton like a boob. He goes dumbstruck for like a whole minute as if trying to register what I just said. “Are you sure? Of what you are saying?” Not bleating around the bush, I relays my analysis to him. But carlton doesn’t buy it. “I strongly think it’s a co-incident. Yeah marigold has that tattoo but that doesn’t mean she’s linked to that guy. Beside would her friends be sharing the same tattoo with her except they are forming a cult and marigold isn’t part of it. I know marigold is the worst kind of evil but she isn’t capable of murder.” “For someone who could frame her own sister for a crime she didn’t commit, She can do even wor
“Can’t you see? That might have been her whole purpose of coming back. She planned the accident just to get me out of the way and marry you.” Carlton flares up and completely disgrees with her. “Not everything is about you marigold.” He spits and that leaves marigold fuming with rage. Tired of where I’m standing, I decides to walk out of the entrance and the moment marigold sees me, her entire moods goes dark. Her face flushes red with rage and her eyes dimming. However, Carlton is the opposite. He’s a bit anxious and disoriented. “Dahlia.” He acknowledges me. “I will be leaving now Carlton.” “No, I think we need to talk!” There’s an edge to his tone even though he tries to be polite. Without anyone telling me, I knows what he want us to talk about. The sudden accusation on his wife just right after I told him about my suspicion… But I’m not the one who told Mrs Stewart about dahlia. But I know who did and that realization makes my blood boil. It’s Tristian. He’s the
Dahlia’s Pov I make my way to Tristan's lodge after leaving Carlton and Marigold to their issues, my thoughts tangled in knots. It's difficult locating Tristian since it's my first time visiting there but I do anyway. The place isn't why I expected—modern, with sleek glass walls and a polished front desk that feels too impersonal. The admin gives me a polite but curious glance as I ask for Tristian. After a few taps on the computer, she nods and points me down a long corridor. “Room 214,” she says. I walk down the hallway, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Room 214. I stop just outside the door and raise my hand to knock when Tristian’s voice filters through. His tone is sharp, cutting. “You did the right thing withdrawing the accusation,” he says, each word dripping with menace. There's a pause, then he chuckles coldly. “Because if you hadn't, Mr. Stewart, the wold would know all about your past. Every. Ugly. Detail.” My hand freezes mid-air as those cold word
Dahlia’s Pov, At last, he tucks his phone into his pocket and turns to me fully now. “What a pleasant surprise.” “You're unbelievable!” The words tumble out in a shriek before I can stop them. “What the hell was that, Tristian? You're threatening Mr. Stewart now?” He doesn't flinch. Instead, he leans against the wall and crosses his arm. His calmness only infuriates me further. “What are you talking about, Dahlia?” “Oh, don't play dumb with me!” I glare at him. My voice rises a tempo. “I heard everything. You blackmailed him, didn't you? Got him to drop the accusation. And for what? To pin it all on Marigold?” “You don't understand.” “Then make me! What dealings do you have with Mr. Stewart? Everytime I asked in the past, you always find a way to wave it off. You can't lie to me now, so start talking.” I demand. “Why Marigold? Why the threats?” At that, anger flashes in his eyes just for a moment but enough for me to catch it. “Marigold deserves worse. As for Stewart,
Dahlia's POV“ I have no idea how it ended up this way but there is something going on out there. A woman approached me and told me you're in distress, needing help. I rushed here as soon as I could!” Carlton lamented.I sighed on hearing this, as I was also still trying to unlock the door. “As soon as I stepped in, the door was shut and she locked it afterwards, why would she do such a thing!” Carlton said, with a frustrated tone.“Did you say she's one of Marigold's friends, Perhaps they're playing a prank on you or something? That is the only thing I can make of this situation.” I questioned. “This does not seem like a prank to me. She would never get herself involved with something like this..” Carlton replied.Having struggled with the door for about ten minutes, it was finally growing weak and the lock was close to opening. I can't continue trying to unlock it from here, perhaps a kick would send it flying open.I moved back a bit and got ready to break open the door. “Hey, ca
Marigold's POV “Madam, Are you okay?” A voice asked. I raised my head to see a man. “Yes, I'm fine. Just having a stomach upset..” I lied. This weird feeling had nothing to do with a stomach upset but I also couldn't tell what it was. I resorted to sitting on an empty table and it kind of eased down a bit. Oh that worked, Did I drink too much at one point? What is going on with my body?Dahlia had taken off to search for her daughter, but might definitely not find her anytime soon. She went the wrong way Afterall! Everything seems to be going on so smoothly, I had bought sexual arousing pills and spiked Dahlia's drink with it. Then my friends helped out with tricking Carlton into an abandoned compartment. Now, he is trapped and no one would probably hear him scream too. The trick they used to lure him there was to lie that Dahlia was stuck in the compartment and Carlton, unaware of the danger, rushed to save her. He successfully walked into the obvious trap and will remain th
“Is there a problem?” Panic from no where sinks into me. On impulse, I think of my kids which I left in his watch. “Not really, he just…” “Mummy,” Tiny voices interrupts Chloe and we turn to see four kids walking towards our direction. Andre and my three boys. Gianna isn’t with them and noting the frantic look on they faces, my pulse increase. “Mummy, It’s… it’s Gianna. We can’t find her.” “What?!” Between my heart and me, I don’t know which one leaps first. “What happened?” I ask as I’m flying up from the seat. “I don’t know, some lady came to us after uncle Carlton excused himself from where we were all gathered. She said you demanded for us except for Gianna. We left Gianna behind and followed the lady but at some point the lady walked too fast and missed up in the crowd. We went back to the table and we couldn’t find Gianna anymore. We had been searching for Gianna and luckily we found you here. Mommy I’m scared.” Gavin my eldest son narrates everything in one brea
“So, what do you care for? Brandy? Whiskey? Champagne?!” Marigold ask hyper energetically as we are walking through different guest heading to wherever marigold is leading me to. “Or wait… I know what you like. Whiskey” She squeals energetically like the marigold I used to know from kids. “Well, I don’t…” “Hello Blenda,” marigold sudden hollering cuts me off as we stops before a Lady looking glam. “Meet my sister Dahlia.” She says. “And dahlia, this is blenda one of our business partners. You know her?” I don’t know if it’s just me, but everything marigold does looks so much like a game to me and I’m very sure that the Brenda lady saw through her facade, because she reacts to marigold with a frown. “Well, I don’t think…I know her.” I replies marigold dryly and turns to Brenda feigning a smile as I’m not in the mood. “… But it’s nice to meet you Brenda. You look great. I love your necklace.” “Yeah, nice. Thank you Barrister dahlia.” Brenda replies with a slur, looking from
“So, what do you care for? Brandy? Whiskey? Champagne?!” Marigold ask hyper energetically as we are walking through different guest heading to wherever marigold is leading me to.“Or wait… I know what you like. Whiskey” She squeals energetically like the marigold I used to know from kids. “Well, I don’t…” “Hello Blenda,” marigold sudden hollering cuts me off as we stops before a Lady looking glam. “Meet my sister Dahlia.” She says. “And dahlia, this is blenda one of our business partners. You know her?” I don’t know if it’s just me, but everything marigold does looks so much like a game to me and I’m very sure that the Brenda lady saw through her facade, because she reacts to marigold with a frown. “Well, I don’t think…I know her.” I replies marigold dryly and turns to Brenda feigning a smile as I’m not in the mood. “… But it’s nice to meet you Brenda. You look great. I love your necklace.”“Yeah, nice. Thank you Barrister dahlia.” Brenda replies with a slur, looking from me to
Warning: Unedited Dahlia pov, It isn’t just marigold who seems to be up to something. My parents too has their backing because few hours ago, After I and the kids arrived home I received friendly Text messages from them inviting me the party too. It would has been a different thing it was just some general broadcast invitation but it was personal invite with claims about wanting to make peace and meet my kids. I would never really want to get my kids involved in this game but marigold cunningly did in a way I wouldn’t object. She had insisted on following me and Carlton to go pick the kids from school and on our way back she played the charade of being a sweet Aunt and she invited them to the party because she wanted Andre and Carlton to be there. Right now, it’s already evening and about an hour to the party. I’m staring at myself in the full length mirror checking out my outfit. My eyes roving about to see what’s missing. My Raven dark hair is perfectly styled up in high pony and
Dahlia’s Pov, From the moment the ward’s door open, The lively atmosphere morphs into Tension immediately because of the person that just walked in. She halt right at the door, freezing as if she’s seeing a ghost. And I’m the ghost, because her gaze is piercing right through me and unlike actually seeing a ghost, her expression isn’t horrid but that of undiluted rage. Me, I’m simply baffled about her appearance here. I mean she has no reason to be here. And there’s no doubt that everyone else in the ward is also having same thoughts. However, the silence doesn’t last any longer before Mr. Stewart’s high grating voice breaks it. “And what the hell are you doing here?” He asks Marigold angrily. “Such A way to speak to your daughter in law whom you had forcefully accused of a crime she didn’t commit. I should be getting some apology here.” Is marigold’s sarcastic response as she rolls her eyes walking fully into the ward. “Anyways I just came to visit my mother-in-law who h
Marigold’s POV, Hanging out with my crazy friends is such a therapy. It’s like all I needed After the hell I went through in that sick cell! They had been a whole vibe and energy. Right now, the all four of us are in a SPA getting different SPA treatments.“That Father In-Law of yours is such a psychopath.” Annabel snaps, reading news magazine as a pedicurist is tending to her feet. The SPA room has been buzzing with my friends talking non-stop. More like throwing insults to Mr. Stewart which he very much deserves. And the other occupants in the room are diligently focused on their job just as they should. “I mean if he hated you that much, he could just man up and ask you to leave his son. Accusing you wrongly was such a dumb move.” Cynthia chips in Angrily. She’s laid on the bed beside me getting her facials done just like me. “I wish I got to see his face now that the truth is out. Your parents should consider suing that man you know.” I huff. With my intense hatred for
DAHLIAThe night air bites at my skin, sharp and unforgiving. I wrap my jacket tighter around my body to ward off the cold. Carlton walks behind me with his hands shoved into his pockets. The shoot drained us but the silence of the streets and the distant glow of a coffee shop make it bearable at least. Out of nowhere, Carlton stops walking. “Thanks,” he says when I turn to look at him. “For everything. Helping me the fix the mess at he company.” “Don't mention it.” A smile warms my cheeks. “I mean it.” His expression turns serious, his breath fogging in the cold air. “I don't know what I would've done without your intervention.”“You figured it out eventually, I guess.”“I highly doubt that.” A smirk tugs at his lips and we resume walking again. We push into the warmth of the café. The scent of roasted coffee beans drapes itself around me like a cloak and I exhale, savoring it. We find a booth by the window, and I blow into my hands to keep them warm. “You going to the kids’ bo