ELODIE A knock sounded on my door— Scary, hard, and insistent. Swirling a wine glass in my hand, my gaze was fixated on the door, the whistling sound from the kettle triggering the senses in my head. Only one name popped into my head. Darius. Darius bouncing back to the top must have prompted his audaciousness because I couldn't count the number of times that he had to send gifts that I had rejected. Earlier this morning, Darius had sent Saint Laurent heels to my office with some stupid note about how he wanted me to come to dinner with him. Noon, he sent a bright red sequin dress, accompanied by a bouquet of fresh roses. Evening, he had sent a silver necklace and another ridiculous note concerning how he was going to make things work between us. I heaved an exasperated sigh. It was just right that he was the one at the door. When I got home, I had destroyed everything he sent, sending it back to him while leaving a note that I was going to destroy his fucking fac
Elodie’s P.O.VMy eyes fluttered open while I turned, fixing my gaze on the lofty ceiling that chandeliers hung from with half-lidded eyes. It was weird, I slept well. I barely slept well ever since the course of my life was turned upside down. Sitting upright while leaning against the headboard, I ran my eyes around the room lazily, a wince escaping my lips and slowly, the memories from earlier flashed through my mind. My eyes widened and I threw a glance back to the bed. Marcel! We both slept on the same bed! Could he have left already? Anger and dissatisfaction surged within me and a frown replaced the confused expression on my face. He could have woken me up. Sliding out of the bed, I tossed the duvet on the bed aside, sauntering towards the door but as soon as I pushed the door open, the tantalizing scent of omelettes hit me in the nostrils. It had been long since I had woken up to the smell of breakfast and the housekeeper hardly made breakfast for herself whenever she ca
Darius’s P.O.VClutching my walking stick, I quickened my pace, walking away from the most horrific scene that I had ever laid my eyes on. In the elevator, I leaned against the wall, slapping myself, slowly before increasing the force until my cheeks stung. At that moment, a guttural scream escaped my mouth, reverberating off the walls of the elevator before dread settled down on me. Was that a nightmare?I mean, what in the world did I just witness now? Why was Marcel in her house and the things that he did to her…… argh. I clenched my jaw, running my fingers through my stubble, squeezing my eyes shut in a bid to stop the horrific memory from replaying in my head. However, no matter how much I tried, everything worsened. Confusion and revulsion swamped my mind as my eyes fluttered open. Marcel was making progress with Mae, he was supposed to be in Hawaii like Mae had mentioned but he was here in Elodie’s apartment and just the thoughts of the two of them being together in an al
DariusI had sleepless nights. Marcel and Elodie tormented me in my dreams ever since I had witnessed that horrible experience. The image of him kissing her would pop up in my head several times. During meetings, during sex with Susan, and during council meetings with those old vipers who were waiting for the opportunity to pounce on Susan and me. Finn snapped me out of my reverie as he pushed the door open, walked towards me, and lowered his head before me. My eyes lit up. “Has he left Elodie’s house yet? Did you manage to take a picture of the two of them either coming out or going in together? If you have a picture, we can cause a scandal for the two of them and convince that gullible fool called Mae that Marcel isn’t in Hawaii”Finn shook his head. “I am sorry Alpha Darius but it seemed like he had left already. However, he hasn’t gone back to the mansion and I don’t know where he is since he hasn’t resumed work”Anger seeped through my veins and at that moment, I slammed my cl
Darius Six months after my deal with Zade, the growth of my company kept progressing and I was almost on the verge of overtaking Marcel’s conglomerate. On the other hand, I had changed the medications given to Mae without her knowledge, exchanging the memory loss pills with a poisonous one that would kill Marcel slowly.Soon, he was going to drop dead and I would now be able to pursue Elodie fully without any obstruction. If she still proves obstinate, I would fight for the custody of the children in a way that she would have no option but to come back to me. Elodie might have thought that the reason why I hadn’t been disturbing her was because I had given up. No! I meant it when I said that if she wasn’t with me, then she wouldn’t be with anyone else. And as for Susan, she had better start counting her days. I just couldn’t wait for my life to take a new turn— A life where everything that I wanted would become mine and as for Mae, she would suffer the brunt of Marcel’s death.
Darius’s P.O.VSitting on the patio, numb, depressed, and confused. The only sound that I could hear was that of the crackling fire in the fireplace and that of my heart thumping hard in my chest. It was pounding in a way that felt like blood rushed into my ears as the doctor’s words replayed in my head. A mental disorder that he couldn’t even understand. Fear clawed at my throat, my knuckles turning white from the way my fingers were clenched. I could hear voices laced with mockery, it felt like the walls were closing in on me and something dark awaited to swallow me. My muscles tensed and slowly, tears rushed into my eyes, threatening to spill onto my cheeks as I dashed away a stray tear with my thumb. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest, my heart running with a myriad of emotions that I couldn’t even pinpoint. I couldn’t just fathom how I had a mental disorder. I ate pretty well, never indulged in hard drugs, and took good care of my health so how in the wo
ElodieThe sound of the house’s passcode being punched alerted my senses and I knew instantly that it was Marcel. The door opened and Marcel came inside, removing his tie while he flashed me a smile as I rushed towards him, flaunting my nails before his eyes.“You also saw what happened to Darius?” Ezra asked over the phone while I was more focused on Marcel who stared intently at my nails in disapproval, causing a frown to form on my face before he took me aback and kissed my nails. My face flushed red. “Rumor has it that he is on the influence of drugs”Marcel laughed in a way that took me aback and I had to disconnect the call. “Why did you laugh? Everyone said that he took drugs”“Really? That is bad for his reputation”“I feel sad for him” Marcel sighed while I tried to find any iota of pity inside of me but couldn’t find none because to me he deserved everything that he got. Everything!“I don’t”“I mean, having to deal with a mental disorder when he is at the peak of his care
Susan’s P.O.VAntique chandeliers, velvet drapes, and art deco furnishings— My vintage collection fashion event was bound to be a success and I knew it. Twirling my wine glass in my hand, I fixed my gaze intently on the models who glided down the hallway dressed in pieces inspired by the vintage setting in the 1920s and 1970s. Staring at the screen in the backroom, my stomach tied a knot then another as soon as my gaze landed on Elodie who sat next to Darius, and the craziest thing was that he was staring at her!Anger coursed through my veins and I removed my phone from my purse, sending a text to Darius to stop staring. While typing on my phone, the embarrassment that he caused me yesterday flashed across my mind, causing me to bite my lower lip in regret. After everything that I did for him, taking care of him despite his display of madness, he was still staring at her. Now that I thought about it, that wasn’t the seat that I had reserved for him. “He always gets on my nerves!