Tristian’s POV The Stewarts Foods co will finally be launching their new product tomorrow. At Long Last! I’m literally shaking in rage as I clenched hard to the photo frame in my hand. I’m trying so hard to deadened the pain ripping through me as I glares hard at it but it’s proving impossible. My blood is a mix of rage and intense pain. It has always been like this each time I lays my eyes on the photo of my mother... It’s been so many years yet I still haven’t overcome the pain of loosing her. How could I ever. My vision turns blur as my memory travels back. The Agonizing and dying face of my mother morphs into my Line of vision. “Mom please open your eyes,” A Ten years old me pleaded, staring into my mother’s feeble eyes as she lays almost lifeless on the thatched bed. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I couldn’t help it. “Co-come on son, I’ll be Fine...” she croaked and A beam with smile that barely reached her eyes. It’s clearly obvious that it was forced. I had al
Carlton's POV The ride to my parent's house is a pretty gloomy one. Andre is quietly sitting at the back and I continually keep glancing back to make sure he's awake and breathing. Marigold on the other hand is oblivious to whatever is going on around her as she is too engrossed in her phone. Today was a pre-launch of our upcoming new product. Gluten free chocolate bars. I hosted it with just a few valued customers and my esteemed executives at the office. They tasted it and Of course they had good things to say about it. Their reviews were really encouraging and I felt like I was on cloud nine today. This will be the breakthrough we've all been waiting for. The pre-launch was a good idea. It had greatly boost my confidence Level. Upon my return back home, I was eager to share the success of the pre-launch with Marigold. But Marigold being Marigold, she didn't even ask about it. She was only just prepared for my parents house since they’ve invited us for dinner today. The who
CHAPTER 11Dahlia's POV “Next, we go in with some soy sauce and oyster sauce”Grayson hands me the soy sauce and then after passing the bottle one too many times, he finally figures out which is the oyster sauce and hands it to me.“Thanks baby, you know your stuff”, I smile at him.“I learnt from the best”, his tiny eyes close slightly and I chuckle at his failed attempt to wink. He will be a really charmer when he grows. Women love a man that can cook.I continue adding condiments to the stew pot. I waited for a while for everything to simmer before adding the veggies.“Hey Gray, how's it going”, I tilt my head to the side as I study his movement. For a kid of his age, Grayson is an excellent cook, his skills are fine and meticulous.“Mommy, I'm done chopping the veggies”“Let me see them”I carefully inspect the veggies he had cut. Finely and neatly chopped. Boy have I raised a chef.“These look so good, Gray. I'm impressed”His smile widens and I can see my compliment means a
Dahlia's POVStaring at my reflection in the mirror, I can barely recognize myself with all the glamor going on. My outfit is an emerald sleek, floor length gown. It's strapless, with soft cuffs cupping my full breasts, exposing just the right amount of cleavage. The shimmering sequins are enough to catch the light in every moment. I turn from side to side, accessing the dress and its tight fitting on my body. It has a corset which hugs my waist firmly, showing my curves in the right places.Tristan suggested I go all out and hence the explanation for this dress he got me. I doubt my kids will even recognize me when they see me in this. I can't remember the last time I put on a dress, but looking at myself now I feel so confident, younger and less like a mother of four. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I love my kids, but sometimes I miss the thrill of being young, going on dates, and falling in love. I reach for the mask on the table and stare at it for the longest time.Thi
DAHLIA'S POV Carlton keeps making phone calls and furiously argues with the person on the line. People continue to walk up to him and question him about his product. He is in awe at how the event has turned out. I can almost feel his anxiety, if that's even possible. The look on his face shows that he is stupefied. His expression is a mixture of confusion, anger, fear and…. helplessness. But even with this I can't feel sorry for him. I turn to look at Tristan and a smirk is still on his face. “What's going on Tristan? Did you do this?” He looks at me and smiles sheepishly. “Maybe” “What?” “This is your revenge, Dahlia. You should be laughing your ass off at this epic fail” But I can't, not when there's a commotion like this. “Did you drug the chocolate?” “I sabotaged the product, hoping this would happen”, he gestures to the madhouse we are in, “and it did. Celebrate with me, Dahlia” He reaches out for my hand but I move away from him. “How can I celeb
DAHLIA'S POV I slowly turn around, my chest heaving, as I stare wide-eyed at the woman in front of me.“Sunny?”“Dahlia, I knew it was you”“You look amazing girl, where have you been?”My lips curve into a wide grin as I stare at my high school friend. Sunny and I used to be close friends in high school and we were still in touch after high school. But at some point, we couldn't keep up with each other's lives because of how busy our schedules in college were.She still has that mischievous look in her eyes, and it reminds me of the times she would pressure me into sneaking out to parties, pranking some of our mutual friends or even skipping classes. I rarely succumbed to her requests, knowing how strict my parents were. Marigold had freedom to do anything she wanted, but I couldn't. I was barely allowed to go to social events let alone parties and I always had to put in twice as much effort into school. My grades were good and that was the only recognition I could get from my par
CHAPTER 15 TRISTAN'S POV Anyone would think the huge grin on my face is because I am staring at good news but on the contrary, I am reading about some bad and devastating news. I turn to the next page of the paper, and the Stewart's Foods Co. building fills up the whole page. The headlines of today's paper is ‘the downfall of a major food company in the world. One that has been existing and standing strong for many years.’After the disastrous event, the company was sued for using hard substances in their product. People had described the CEO…and I quote…as a greedy, cruel and heartless MF. As I flip through the pages, reading the nasty articles people have written about the company, I can't help but feel a sense of achievement. Phase one of the plan turned out even better than I had imagined. It turns out that the company has a lot more enemies, and people were just looking for the slightest slip to capitalize on. Whoever they are, they should be grateful to me. I created a reck
CARLTON'S POV “You have ruined the company!”“Dad, let me explain myself”, I scratch the scruff on my chin in frustration. “Explain yourself, I've given you a lot of chances boy and you keep messing up. You've damaged the company beyond return,” he continues, raising his voice.“It can be fixed, just…”“I don't want to hear it. I blame you for the downfall of this company, your nonchalant behavior, you ignored the company to the point where your product was sabotaged right under your nose,” he angrily throws files off my desk and I have to get up and maintain my distance before the next thing he throws is me.“What the hell is wrong with you?”, he yells stomping angrily as he sits on the chair I had offered him earlier when he first walked into my office.“Nothing Dad, I'm doing my best.” “Are you? Because it doesn't look like you are”, he doesn't even look at me as he speaks anymore. “I'm the CEO of this company, and I will bring…”“You're a failure, that's what you are”, he fina