Maxwell McBride was stalking her.There was no other explanation Maddie had. How could he keep showing up at every place she was.At the library.At the park.At the mall.At the museum.But not at the house. Never at the house.And every single time, he asked her to have a cup of coffee with him. Every time she declined. Until today. Today at the city's campus.Bored of her own company, she took a drive to the city's campus in an attempt to feast her eyes on something new. And if it surrounded her with students like her, even better. She wasn't quite used to this married life thingy.Exhausted after the trek around half the big campus, she stopped at the cafe for a cup of iced coffee and the next thing she knew he was right behind her on the queue, faking his surprise and coughing out how coincidental it was for them to keep running into each other.Coincidental her ass."Since we are in a cafe, we can finally have that…date we keep postponing."Date? Was he out of his mind?Ignoring
Slowly, Maddie recounted the recent happenings; how Maxwell seemed to always appear wherever she went. She made sure she emphasized how she discouraged him every time he asked her to grab a cup of coffee with him.When she got to the part of that day, Drew walked to the window, looked out through it for some minutes and then walked back to her. His eyes were eerily calm. "Don't gloss over what he said, Madeline. Tell me word for word."She glanced at Aiden. Aiden nodded. Taking a quick breath in, she told them what Maxwell said. Word for word, just like he asked.When she was done the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Drew pacing wildly."I promise you, Drew, I did nothing to encourage him. I left immediately…""I'm not mad at you, Madeline. I'm mad at that Maxwell. God!" He growled. He dug his hands into his hair and pulled it from it's root. "The bastard insulted my wife, Aiden. My wife. He had the guts to…I going to kill him.""Calm down, Drew." Aiden said."Don't tell
Something stank and it was definitely the text that just entered her phone. A text from her deadbeat dad.Maddie dearest? Really? After he threw her out of their house, he dared to call her Maddie dearest?There could only be one reason he was messaging her.She skimmed through the rest of the message. Aha! Just like she suspected. He found out she married into money and was trying to get into her good graces. She rolled her eyes. So predictable, and oh so not creative.She reread the message."Maddie dearest, no day since you have been gone did I not worry about your welfare." She snorted. Worried her foot. As if he could be sober enough to care about someone else apart from himself. "And then I was informed of your marriage to Drew McBride. A McBride! Those people are close to royalty. You hit the jackpot, Maddie. Accept my congratulations, although I would love to give it to you in person. When can we meet?"Without a second thought, she thrashed the message. Did he really think a
"You want me to give you a list of Drew's favorite foods?" Aiden asked.She nodded. "Yes." These past few days, Drew had been really tensed. He went out happy but came back tensed.Sometimes he told her about what was bothering him. The product manager — which was unfortunately Maxwell — refusing to give a detailed report of the ingredients that have been in use for the past few months. Maxwell refusing to let him know when it was time for the tasting. And then there were those old codgers.She might not have much advice to dispense. She might lack the experience that could be helpful. But she could cook. And so she would cook, offer him a platter of comfort foods. She would create a safe haven for him with her cooking.The fact that his eyes lit up every time he found out that she cooked sealed her decision.And so, first thing that morning she reached out to Aiden to get a list of foods Drew liked best.Aiden was quiet for a minute, then he said, "I'll send it to you immediately.""
Drew rubbed his eyes, his mouth widening in a yawn. How did people do this, reading reports? No wonder he had been moody these past few days. He was a game developer. He did not do boring reports. To make it worse, he couldn't exactly say the reports were accurate. They needed a mole in each department. He needed coffee. And Madeline. Madeline with her way of making everything feel better just sending a smile his way.He realized she didn't talk about her family. He had no idea if she had any other person save her father. He really should get to know his wife, not just wooing her so that she could fall in love with him. Besides, his Dad often said that the fastest way to a lady's heart was to take interest in her life.Dad. On times like this, the loss hit harder. Dad always had the right words to say. The perfect advice to impart. The right path to guide him through.If Dad was here, he would know how just how to win Madeline over. If Dad was here, he would not be here right now, r
Drew looked into the eye of every old codger. They weren't exactly old. Some were middle-aged but there were men who were in their mid-thirties and early forties in their midst. He called them old codgers because it was so hard to get them to see things in a different light than what they were used to. Typical geriatric behavior.He had actually been surprised that Uncle Rich actually gathered them within few minutes. Even more surprised that each of them had showed up.He waved the printed email. "This right here is the printed email from Trofí talking about an offer previously made to buy McBride Foods. An offer I am certain you all are aware of. An offer you all deemed fit to keep from me…""An offer that was made when you were hiding away somewhere." Fred cut in.Fred Wilbur. The man hated him. He had to, because what else could explain the amount of disdain the man had shown him since he returned to McBride Foods?"You disappeared for how many years?""Three. But that has no con
Maddie shuffled her gaze between the offensive piece of paper and Drew pacing from one end of the living room to another.Just when he thought he had it all handled, this had to come and explode in his face. All within twenty four hours.Her heart went out to him. It was hard to fight an enemy you could not see. Especially one who was saw and was watching you."How in God's name did that information leak?" Drew ran his hand through his already rumpled hair."You have a mole in the company." Aiden stated from the couch. Before the newspaper even landed on their doorstep, Aiden was already at their door, the morning paper clasped in his hands. Immediately they opened the door, he handed them the newspaper, headed straight to the couch, assumed what she called the thinking pose — fingers intertwined and jaw resting on them — and had been like that ever since."Of course there is a mole. The newspaper is an evidence of that."Aiden didn't even bother to react to Drew's terse response. "Wh
tDrew stared into the eyes of his employees. He could feel their angst, confusion and anger even. But most prevalent was uncertainty. Was he planning on selling the company off? Would that cause them to lose their jobs?Aiden's words echoed in his mind: "Tell them the truth about the offer. If possible show them the date it was made to back up your claim of not being aware of it until recently. Let them know what you think about the offer and what your plans are for the company."He clapped his hand to grab their attention. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we?"Clearly, without leaving any part out, he explained the offer from Trofí to buy McBride Foods out. He let them know that he had already rejected the offer and there was no need for them to fear losing their jobs.Slowly, he saw the tension losen from some shoulders and fear vanish from some of their eyes, especially when he got to what he intended to do in McBride Foods."Now there have been rumors about the company not doing a
Drew’s heart was full as he watched Aunt Lauren fuss over Madeline and their daughter. She, Uncle Keith and Aiden had come over immediately they got home from the hospital.He noted the look of wonder that came upon his wife’s face as she stared at the face of the precious baby in her arms.Melissa Vivianne McBride.Melissa because Madeline had always loved the name. Vivianne after his mother.He may or may not have choked up when she named their daughter after his mother.A tap on his shoulder turned his gaze away from the two people he had been staring at all day. “I have something to tell you.” Aiden said, his eyes so serious.He remembered when Madeline told him that Aiden would let him know what had been going on when it was time. It seemed now was time.With a nod, he stood up, mouthed the words, “be right back” to Madeline and headed to his study, Aiden keeping in step with him.He opened the door and allowed Aiden to step in first before bringing in the rear. “What’s it, Aid
“Wait, what?” Aiden’s eyes bounced between Drew and Maddie.Drew nodded. “You are going to be an uncle.”Aiden swallowed hard. The hard guy looked as if he was about to tear up. “I wanted to ask how but I remember how many times I had to excuse myself out of the room so that you guys could…”“Aiden!” Drew exclaimed while she just laughed. “We get it.”Aiden’s face softened in a smile. He stood up and pulled her up into a hug. Then he gave Drew a one-shouldered hug. “Congratulations, guys. I am so happy for you both. To think that I was so opposed to all these from the beginning.” His eyes got flooded with emotions. “I am so glad it all worked out. Does Mom and Dad know?” “Aunt Lauren was the first to figure it out.” Drew answered. “Even before we did.”Aiden laughed, then suddenly got caught up in his thoughts. When he pulled himself out of his thoughts, he flashed them a bright — perhaps a tad overbright — smile. “Whether a boy or a girl, I am the child’s godfather. You guys going t
“I am fine!” Maddie esclaimed for the umpteeneth time that day and it was only just one in the afternoon.“I will believe that when you stop sleeping like a log of wood.” Drew shot back.Her mouth rounded in an ‘O’ of surprise, then she burst into laughter. “That was not so very nice, Drew. You don’t go around telling a woman that she sleeps like a log of wood.”“Not when the woman is my wife and is stubbornly claiming that she is fine even though clearly she isn’t.”She had been sleeping alot recently. And she might or might not have just woken up from what was supposed to be a very short nap that elongated into a good sleep. But that was not the point. She was fine. “I am fine. Everyone has the right to feel overwhelmed once in a while.”“What is overwhelming you, love.?”“School. Classes. Reading. I am preparing for exams and I have been reading alot.”“Baby, you’ve been falling asleep while reading. The number of times I’ve had to carry you from where you had zonked out to the b
It was like he lost his parents all over again.Drew stared at the headstone marking the remains of his parents, and his heart constricted within him. His grip on the bouquet of flowers tightened. Never had he felt so much anger.As he read the epitaph, the words “they shouldn’t be here” kept echoing in his mind. And that did nothing to help his anger. Or grief.He wasn’t sure he felt grief. Not when it felt like his heart was a hollow basket, and the lacrimal glands in his eyes had gotten so dry, he was no longer capable of producing tears.Was this what grief felt like?A soft hand covered his hand holding the flowers. Feminine fingers pried his fingers from their chokehold, collecting the flowers in the process. Without a word, he watched his wife lay the flowers on his parent’s grave. When she turned, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest, he held her tightly. Like she was his anchor. And she was. In this time when he felt out of touch with everything,
Aiden looked like death warmed over. Maddie opened the door wider and stepped back. “You look terrible.”Aiden chuckled. “Thank you.” He sobered. “It is good to see you.”She smiled back. She really must have given Drew the scare.”This is where I belong.”“Glad you realized it before I had to lasso you and drag you back to my friend.”She laughed. “I would like to see you try. Drew is asleep and you look like you could use a good nap yourself. Why don’t you make use of one of the guest rooms?”Aiden nodded and started towards the stairs.“This was what you suspected, wasn’t it?” She asked, stopping him on his tracks. “That day I accused you.”“I won’t say accuse. It was more of a challenge. And yes, it is what I suspected. After his parents’ will was read and he disappeared to his mountain cabin, my dad mentioned it in passing one day that Rich had been the one to suggest that the caveat be tied to Drew’s inheritance. According to Dad, the caveat was supposed to be on all of his inhe
Since Maxwell lawyered up, the questioning as it were was over — or at least till his lawyer arrived. But Drew could not find the strength to move from the spot he had been standing since the questioning started. Maxwell’s confession was still echoing in his head. His parents’ accident had not been an accident but a murder. His parents should not have died.His throat closed and it was all he could do to breathe.The door to the observation room opened and Aiden walked in. his friend’s eyes were pained. He moved towards Drew. “it is going to be a long night. You should head home.”All he could do was nod.Aiden was quiet for some moments. “I am sorry you had to hear that.”He shook his head. “I am not. It hurts like dickens but it is better than never knowing.”Aiden’s hand came up to squeeze his shoulder in an act of comfort. “Take care. I’ll come by the house once I am done here.”He nodded. “I will have Max drop you.”He sure was not in the mental state to drive himself. “Thank
“So what do you have against Drew?” Kendall’s question traveled through the headphones into Drew’s ears.He wondered just how his sneaky cousin would answer this one. There was a pause, then Maxwell said, “I do not exactly have something against my cousin. I just can’t stand hypocrites. Smile in the public but is ready to kill in the shadows.” Another pause. “We are probably the only ones that realize what a scam Drew is.”“Why have you never confronted him or maybe reported him to your aunt and uncle? When they were alive, that is.?”“I never had evidence. Plus he was their star child. Their only child. They would never believe the poor brother’s child.” Maxwell’s voice dropped to a mutter. “Plus just because a person shared your blood or is married to one who shared your blood does not mean they are family.” Aiden looked at him. “Am I missing something?”He shook his head. “I am as lost as you are, Aiden.”Then in a voice that was loud enough for Kendall to hear, Maxwell said, “ca
Was this how death felt like?The existence of nothingness. Swimming in the pool of hopelessness.One might say she was exaggerating. But nothing could deny the fact that perhaps love was not for her. She could not stand the uncertainty. And the realization of that hurt.Probably hurt more than a real heartbreak.The person who said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all probably never knew what it meant to live a life where the reality you knew was always been let down. That the mere thought of reaching for something as pure as love made you break out in cold sweat. And at the first sign or sound of betrayal the only thought that ce to mind was escape.She was her mother's daughter but she could not afford to become her mother.If only she could summon the strength to stop crying, pick herself off the bed and pack her stuff.The doorbell rang.She paused. Aiden was at the company and Drew would never knock. It could not be her Father. Gerald would not le
“It is not what you are thinking, Madeline.” Drew approached the couch slowly, his hand stretched out in a placating gesture.The hell is it not what I am thinking, Drew? She screamed in her mind, it is flipping written on your face.“How do you know what I am thinking?” She asked with a calm she was not feeling.“It is in your eyes, Madeline”“I want to ask you some questions and I want you to answer me sincerely.”“I will.”“This lady in the picture, do you know her?”Drew nodded. “Yes, I do.”She swallowed and added, “romantically?”“I knew her romantically.” He emphasized ‘knew.’“Your reaction does not exactly say knew.”“I blanched because I know how the pictures would look to you.”“Do not make this about me.”He folded his lips. Inhaled deeply. “This,” she raised the picture up, “did it really happen?”He shut his eyes. “Yes.” His eyes opened, pleading. “But…”“The yes would suffice, Drew.” She cut in. she closed her eyes. Tears burned her eyelids. God, she was a thousand tim