Lauren sighed for the umpteenth time. Maybe she should tell Malcolm but knowing who he was and what he could do when overpowered by anger, she was sure she wasn’t going to survive the consequences. Of all men, Lauren. Her subconscious scolded. You know you cannot have him yet you let yourself become this attached to him! She broke down for the umpteenth time. This was definitely the hardest decision she has ever had to make. Perhaps, the only way out was to leave things to fate. Just maybe, she could stand by and watch destiny do its work. Sighing, she became conscious of her almost dark surrounding, and quickly, she jumped to her feet, grabbing her phone with her. Weird enough, she hadn’t had any calls from Malcolm. He only replied to her text with an ‘okay’ and it made her wonder if he was mad at someone or even her. She looked at the quiet pond. It was hers and Bryan’s secret path and weird how the place had actually brought c
Warren was ushered into Malcolm's office by his assistant. He had received an email that morning from Knight Conglomerate requesting his presence as soon as he can. At first, he was scared, had Lauren been discovered. Well, good thing he had a backup story to protect him and his family. Lauren was going to face whatever mess she created alone. Entering the office, he found Malcolm standing by the window with his back to the door. Warren wondered how a man could be so terrifying just by looking at his back. The atmosphere in the room was so uncomfortable that Warren prayed he would manage to get out alive. Sitting quietly, he remained still like he was going to be sentenced to death if he moved even an inch. "I am going to go straight to the point, Mr. Byrne." Malcolm finally spoke up, turning to sit down. He sat down graciously, sizing the man sitting opposite him, "What did you tell my wife yesterday?"Warren quivered slightly. If he wasn't used to facing impos
Lauren sighed for the umpteenth time, staring at the fake face of her half-sister that starred back at her from the mirror. “Can I not go?” “No.” Malcolm who stood meters behind her, adjusting his tie replied sternly.Lauren sighed. He really wasn’t going to listen to her, was he? He wouldn’t tell her where they were going to either. She guessed it was one of his usual boring CEO meetings. She didn’t want to face another horde of women soon and end up getting beaten up badly. “Malcolm, I…”He turned to her and frowned, “One more word and I’ll help you put on your clothes myself.”That seemed to work as Lauren quickly dashed into her closet, her cheeks as red as ever. This man…could he not flirt with her? Quickly, she put on the dress he had personally handpicked for her, wondering what was the very special occasion. It was a crimson dress that fitted
Seeing the surprise look on the girl's face, Malcolm gave a small smile. It was just the reaction he had expected.She turned to him, "Whose party is this?"He smiled, "Your father told me everything."Lauren's heart pounded loudly against her chest. "Everything?"Malcolm nodded. She began to fidget. Was this her party before death? Perhaps, a pre-burial party. She couldn't believe this was how the who whole thing got out. She should have told him herself.Tears welled her eyes, "Malcolm, I ca..n explain." She stuttered.He reached out and patted her shoulders, "No need, Michelle." "I should have told you myself. I am so sorry. Please don't harm my family. They are innocence."She was expecting a rebuke or a slap but instead, large arms enveloped her and soon, her head hit a solid wall. "I am not mad at you. It is going to take more than this to make me mad at you. I just want you to know that I am your husband now, you
Lauren started at the large purple stain on her crimson dress with her mouth wide open. The entire people in the hall held their breath as Malcolm's boiling silent anger suppressed the entire hall.Suddenly, Grace came running through, "Oh My God. Michelle darling, are you okay?" She ran her palm all over Lauren. It took Lauren her last energy not to push the woman far away from her. She nodded instead, silently biting her lips to avoid the tears. She looked at Malcolm whose anger grew at her pitiful look. "I demand an explanation."Even Grace was shivering, "I am so sorry. The waiter forgot to watch his steps. It's our fault. Please have mercy."Lauren could only stare at the pretentious bitch standing in front of her. She could feel the murderous intent coming from the man next to her. Knowing what might happen next, she held on to his arm. "I'm fine. Let's just go home. Please." She said, refusing to look at him.Unable to refuse her, he
The entire hall had their attention to the powerful man who had barely said a word to anyone except his companion that evening. They were scared. Was he about to punish them for the drink incident?Malcolm looked around with a satisfactory look, "The Byrnes was a good host. My wife and I are impressed." He stressed the word wife, making sure his message hit home, "On behalf of my wife, I am donating three billion dollars." The hall turned into a frenzy. They didn't care about the money he donated. Of course, the Knight family were capable but the word wife... And as if to punctuate the word, he snaked his arm around her waist in a possessive manner, leading her out of the hall. Right now, he was too turned on to care about the frenzy in the hall. Just thinking about her naked figure underneath him made him wish he could fly away with her. Beside him, Michelle kept blushing hard. Not only had she succeed in regaining her rightful position, Malcolm finally announced her to the
Michelle woke up the next morning feeling sore all over. She blushed at the sight of her naked body sprawled all over Malcolm's bed. Yesterday hadn't been a dream. She owes it all to her brilliant mother. "You are awake."Michelle turned to see him seated on a seat beside the bed, dressed for work. Claiming innocence, she quickly drew the blanket to cover herself. Her actions earned a chuckle from him. "Stop acting coy already. I already saw everything last night." He teased. "You..." She feigned annoyance. "That's enough. Take a shower. I asked Kate to bring your meal upstairs."Kate? Who was she? Well, she didn't care. She was now the mistress of the Knight family and that was all that mattered. She entered the closet, gasping at the sight of the dresses that were worth a fortune. So this was what Lauren was enjoying. She ran her palm through the line of dresses there with a smile on her face. She was so going t
In a remote village, surrounded by mountains covered in shrubs. It was a beautiful sight to behold but it was so hidden that people barely knew of its existence. A little twelve-year-old girl ran, dressed in a simple countryside dress. She ran straight to a cluster of bushes and soon, came into a clearing. "Mother! Mother!" She yelled as she ran. "Don't give your father and me a heart attack, Gwen. What is it? And I have warned you several times to stop running!" A woman who was working on a large garden scolded the little girl who panted heavily.A man stepped in line with the woman. They are both in their late fifties. "What is wrong, Gwen?"For Gwen to run a long distance to the farm, it had to be something super important. "Anna... Anna is awake."The couple who were ready to return to work halted suddenly.The woman frowned, “If this is your way to make me come home to keep you company, I’m really going to puni
Malcolm strode into the house after a tiring day at work. Kate had just finished setting up the table for dinner when he entered. Michelle had stopped cooking for a long while and in as much as he was fine with it, he missed her cooking. "Good evening master." She greeted politely. "Evening, Kate." He replied and made to leave when he suddenly paused and turned to look at the woman whose gaze was still on him. "Out with it, Kate." The woman trembled, "Sorry sir, it is the young master. He has been skipping his meals frequently recently. He locked himself in his room the whole day and have had nothing to eat." Malcolm frowned, "Does Michelle know about this?" "He refused to let her in too." Nodding slightly, Malcolm continued his journey upstairs but this time, he took a detour to his son's room, knocking politely. There was no answer at the other end. Malcolm clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "You better op