Gazing out the window, my fingers tapped rhythmically against the pane, accompanying the chirps of the birds. Noon had arrived, and soon it would be dinner, but my mind wasn’t occupied with thoughts of food. Instead, I found myself consumed by worry for my mother. As time passed, my curiosity intensified, aching for answers.If only he hadn't confined me, deploying guards and placing restrictions on my movements. I longed to sprint down the stairs, greet a waiting chauffeur, and storm into his office to confront him, even if it felt like a potentially reckless move.Though we were both lusting after each other, I knew for a fact that we both hated each other as well. Although I felt butterflies in my stomach whenever he was close by and the scent of his minty breath filled my nostrils, it was more of an uncomfortable feeling of being extremely close to him. It marked the first time I had engaged in something I never desired, yet, in a peculiar way, I couldn’t deny the wanting that lin
"Where's Alistair?" I inquired upon approaching Rue at breakfast the following morning while she set the table.Having awakened a few hours earlier, a sense of guilt lingered over me for my previous behavior, compelling me to seek him out and offer my apologies. However, my attempt to locate him in his room proved futile, and I was taken aback. Considering the untouched suit on the table, I deduced that he was somewhere within the Mansion.Despite having a personal assistant to manage the company affairs, Alistair wasn't one to remain idle at home. This observation was based on my experiences over the past few days spent with him in the mansion. While he may not outwardly appear as such, Alistair was undoubtedly a workaholic. This revelation led me to ponder how he managed the demands of his workload, a stark contrast to my own energy levels, as I would find myself exhausted in a similar scenario."Oh, he's in the garden," she replied with a faint smile, and I nodded, though uncertain
"Hey, can I grab a cup of ice cream?" I casually asked the young ice cream vendor, and he gave a nod, disappearing into the van to whip up my order.Luckily, the snow had taken a break; otherwise, I'd be freezing without a sweater. He handed over the cup, and after settling the bill, I strolled over to one of the benches in Rendell's Park.This park had been a city gem for as long as I could remember. Back in the day, my old man used to bring me here for all the fun and games. Now that he's no longer around, it's become my go-to spot—a place where I can soak in the memories of the good times and remind myself just how awesome a dad he was. Truly, he was my hero.As I sat there, the scenes of yesteryear played in my mind. I could see a younger version of myself swinging away while Dad played the cool pusher, and Mom giggled in delight. A soft smile etched on my face as the sun bathed us in its warmth, my little feet hanging above the ground. But then, the mental reel switched, and I fo
I started crouching slowly, feeling the energy between us getting stronger. I tried not to look too much, but let's be real, i couldn't resist. There I was, mustering the guts to lock eyes with Alistair once more, where words weren't needed, and the connection said it all. In the end, I found the courage I needed and stared right at Alistair Junior.I swallowed as a lump formed in my throat and feeling around it, I wondered what Alistair wanted me to do. I have never pleasured myself, not to talk of a man. Alistair stood still, like a statue, his face questioning what I was up to. I focused on the task, swallowing nervously. The moment lingered, and I tried to handle the situation with as much poise as I could muster.“How do I pleasure you?” I asked as a tinge of embarrassment washed over me. I knew it excited him; watching me like this.“I have shown you.” he declared, a sinister smile gracing his lips as he locked eyes with me, issuing a challenge.I met his gaze briefly before sh
The next morning, cladded in a pink colored see through underwear, I descended down the stairs, my fingers grazing against the rails as I headed for breakfast.. unlike before, today felt different and promising and I couldn’t help but feel a bit excitement.Rue, had shown up earlier to get me ready and observing her face, I could tell that she seemed to have forgotten about what had happened the previous night or had simply just decided to let it go because at the end of the day, I wasn’t a child and she must have known this.“You look beautiful today.” Her normal routine of compliment escaped her lips and it made me wonder if she was told to do so.The sound of clanking rang in my ears from the dinning area and I knew at once that for once, I wasn’t going to eat alone and there would be someone else with me. I could sight Alistair as he sat there, helping himself to breakfast.He wore a suit and his hair was clearly oiled and combed neatly. Even though the sounds of my footsteps echo
Alistair’s Pov Exiting the car, the sun cast its radiant glow, yet a persistent frown marked my expression. With a bouquet tightly gripped, I walked along the path, Jayden following in my wake. Arriving at a distinct headstone, I tenderly placed the bouquet, taking a moment to crouch down. One knee met the ground, while the other elevated, offering support for my hands as they rested on it. The name etched onto the headstone was unmistakably clear – Claire Levon. The sunlight played upon the letters, casting shadows that seemed to echo the weight of memories held within the engraved name. Among the gravestones in the cemetery, this one stood out distinctly. Its size surpassed the others, adorned with unique designs that set it apart. As I lingered, someone approached, a hand resting on my shoulder with a gentle squeeze, and I instantly recognized it wasn't Jayden. Much like myself, this person shared a common trait, his eyes were a light blue shade. Unlike me, he had red hair. Hold
CHLOE Pov:“Hey.” I greeted as soon as the door was opened after a few knocks and standing right before me, was Kate’s father.He looked at me with a look of surprise on his face, as if he was shocked to see me and although I had deduced that it must be because he never expected my visit, his looks said otherwise.“You are alive.” He said and from his tone, I could tell he was relieved but it only got me wondering what had happened. Did they think I was dead? Why would they do that?Before I had a chance to speak, he pulled me into an embrace and his sweet scent, filled my nostrils. It reminded me of freshly baked cookies and I knew at once that it probably was because he was baking before I interrupted him.Other than being a trained soldier, her father was also a good cook. He knew how to bake and was always ready to prepare both our favorite dishes when we were younger.“It’s good knowing that you are alive.” He said and I could tell he was actually relieved.. relieved for me and i
Jacob stared at me with a smile on his face while I just smiled back before moving out of the way, letting him walk in. As I stood by the side, I watched as the two love beds, played with each other and a certain warmth settled in my heart as I watched the affectionate scene.Watching the two, I could tell that they were truly in love with each other. At least, she was truly in loved with him and that’s for sure but I couldn’t say the same for him but maybe it was simply because I was just being paranoid.I wanted Kate to remain happy. She deserved that much and I didn’t want her to fall back into depression just like we had both done in the past. It would kill her and I wasn’t ready to watch another loved one die all in the name of love.Soon, she walked away to get ready, leaving both her father and him to discuss while I trailed right behind her. As soon as we got to her room, I leaned on the door shutting it, while a questioning look replaced my expression.“C’mon now, spill it.”
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s PovI caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background.I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace.It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me."Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a smi
CHLOE'S POVMy eyes were filled with bags from crying. Streaks of tears smeared on my cheeks as an evidence. My hands continuously tremble as I sat before the breakfast table, staring blankly at my coffee.My hair were dishevelled and even though Aspen as sent some attentants to give me a makeover, I had refused and chased them away. I was okay with the way I look and didn't want a make-up right at that moment.I was grieving and it was all thanks to Alistair. The only thought taht crossed my mind severally as I stared upon the bread knife that has dropped by the side of the mug, was killing Alistair and watching him die in his own pool of blood.Aspen as promised, had hidden me in one of his hotels. To make sure I was comfortable, he got me a phone and got a card prepared for me. He had assured me that the card had no tracking device in as he wasn't interested in wherever i went but I couldn't help but feel it was a lie.I had contemplated giving Kate a call but fought against it eve
CHLOE'S POVMy eyes were filled with bags from crying. Streaks of tears smeared on my cheeks as an evidence. My hands continuously tremble as I sat before the breakfast table, staring blankly at my coffee.My hair were dishevelled and even though Aspen as sent some attentants to give me a makeover, I had refused and chased them away. I was okay with the way I look and didn't want a make-up right at that moment.I was grieving and it was all thanks to Alistair. The only thought taht crossed my mind severally as I stared upon the bread knife that has dropped by the side of the mug, was killing Alistair and watching him die in his own pool of blood.Aspen as promised, had hidden me in one of his hotels. To make sure I was comfortable, he got me a phone and got a card prepared for me. He had assured me that the card had no tracking device in as he wasn't interested in wherever i went but I couldn't help but feel it was a lie.I had contemplated giving Kate a call but fought against it eve
Alistair’s Pov Amelie's uncle stood before me, a deep frown etched upon his face, his hands hidden behind his back. His disappointment was palpable, a silent rebuke for my recent display of disrespect towards Amelie and her family. I understood his reaction all too well. My actions had undoubtedly caused disappointment and strained relations within the family. It was still a surprise that grandfather had chosen not to include himself and simply stayed mute. While I was relieved that grandfather had refrained from intervening, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His threat loomed over me like a dark cloud, a reminder of the consequences of defying him. I wanted to believe that he would never carry out such a heinous act as harming Chloe, but I knew better than to underestimate him. grandfather was a man of his word, and his threats carried weight. He never made empty promises, and if pushed to the brink, he would not hesitate to follow through on his intentions. The unsettling
Alistair’s Pov Amelie's uncle stood before me, a deep frown etched upon his face, his hands hidden behind his back. His disappointment was palpable, a silent rebuke for my recent display of disrespect towards Amelie and her family. I understood his reaction all too well. My actions had undoubtedly caused disappointment and strained relations within the family. It was still a surprise that grandfather had chosen not to include himself and simply stayed mute. While I was relieved that grandfather had refrained from intervening, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His threat loomed over me like a dark cloud, a reminder of the consequences of defying him. I wanted to believe that he would never carry out such a heinous act as harming Chloe, but I knew better than to underestimate him. grandfather was a man of his word, and his threats carried weight. He never made empty promises, and if pushed to the brink, he would not hesitate to follow through on his intentions. The unsettling