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CAROLINEThe question hangs in the air and it's enough to wake me from his earlier spell where I thought he was almost sorry for what he did. An apology wasn't what I had expected from Malcolm.In fact, I never want him to apologise. That sorrowful look on his face shook me up so bad. Apparently, preparing mentally doesn't affect what happens in reality. There's a big difference.Just like how I thought facing him in my head would make me immune to seeing him in reality.I turn to Malcolm with curiosity heavy on mh features and I stare in silence. He repeats his question again and I just stare because I'm trying to piece my thoughts and analyse him.So he's not sorry? I can't place my finger on it. Is he asking because he's curious or because he would like to know if I really have my life together.After kicking me out like that, he must've thought that was the end of my life. I can't blame him, up until our divorce, Malcolm was the only one in my life. He was like a god, a helpmate a
CAROLINEMalcolm leaves without another word. I stand in the middle of my office even after he's shut the door and I wait for his steps to fade out. After about five minutes where I'm sure he can't barge right back in, my legs finally give out.I fall on my ass with one hand on the floor to support me up and the other on my chest as I huff and pant for air. My heart is pounding in my chest while I try my hardest to calm my nerves.The serious look in his eyes flash in my mind and I frown so heavily enough to give myself wrinkles. He had been so serious when he threw a marriage proposal in my face again. His guts and his audacity irks me enough to make me tremble.I push my hair back from my face and look around my space to the CCTV camera. I made a mental note to ask for the footage of today. I need that as my protection from him… for now. I can only hope he doesn't try anything else.But I already have a feeling that he will.What exactly does this man want with me? We ended things s
CAROLINE I step into the house mumbling my thanks to the guard who held the door open for me. The mansion is surrounded by guards at Grandmother's disposal. After what happened last night, I think I should get some for myself. It wouldn’t be so bad. I noticed most business tycoons have guards. Take Uncle Edward and Malcolm for example. Their guards never leave their side like they await an attack every minute. It'll be bothersome but I guess since it's for my safety, I should- "Grandma, you shouldn't wear black too often. It's bad omen," I snap my head to the direction of the voice and pause when I recognize it. I know we share the same Grandmother but what is she doing here? "Keep your talks of omen to yourself, Louise. I'm still wondering what you're looking for," Grandma replied with annoyance in her tone. "Last time I saw you here, you were still in your teens." "What can I say? I missed you-" "Cut the bullcrap!" Oh, that's harsh but I smirk at her attitude. She's just as
CAROLINE This space looks familiar. It's the hotel I used to work at a few years ago. The 'shabby' hotel as Malcolm's mother would always say. "You picked this one from a shabby hotel and think you can make her a wife? Over my dead body, Malcom!" I barely remember her words these days but tonight, all I can hear is Malcolm's sweet and gentle voice. The very first time we met, he didn't hesitate to throw me a smile to flatter me and catch my attention. The image lasts only for a fleeting moment before he's kissing me and picking me up in his arms. What was supposed to be a one-night stand, turned into several and I found myself drowning in his affection and looking forward to his weekly visits. The 'shabby' hotel became his home and his room, well… let's just say it was easy to get to work since I practically started living there. "Caroline," The softness of his voice next to my ears took my breath away and I sighed softly, feeling his hand caress my breasts like he did every mo
MALCOM"Fuck you, Malcom," Louise screamed in my face, hurling my laptop to the ground next to my feet. "You can't get rid of me! I know you've had your eyes on my grandmother's shares but this much to divorce me and hop to that bitch-""Keep your voice down! Marilyn can hear you!" I growled, wanting to grab her neck and squeeze the life out of her. I've put up with her bloody attitude for five years and I couldn't stand it anymore.I could only imagine Marilyn's face whenever she heard our fights. My little girl would look depressed and drained of life. I tried my best every day to avoid arguments but Louise was a psychopath who hated peace and quiet.It was even worse when I realised she enjoyed Marilyn listening to our fights. It was her way of trying to get me to 'behave'. She never passed up the opportunity to use my daughter-- no, our daughter against me!She was her daughter too and not a bloody weapon to stay in this sham of a marriage and some damn control over me."I'm done
CAROLINEI snatched my hand away the minute his cold lips touched them. Those black eyes darkened the minute he saw me and at first, I thought he would ignore and walk away.He smiled at once, ignoring my action and drew closer, invading my personal space and forgetting where we were.We already had one rumour going on around us and he wanted to feed them more?Not on my watch. I stepped away from him but Malcom held my wrist. "Where are you going? I want to dance.""Dance on your own or ask the other ladies," I replied coldly, trying to pull away from his tight grip but he didn't budge.He enjoyed me struggling like the psychopath that he was while I tried to appear like we were having a normal conversation."I see you've met Miss. Quinn," Miss. Patterson interrupted with a fond smile and I froze up having been caught."Yes, I have. Sadly, she'd rather be anywhere than with me."This sly old man! Why did I ever fall for him anyways? He made everything sound so sweet and sugary. That
CAROLINEMalcom's lips barely brushed against mine when I jolted like a spasm of current rushed through me and I threw a lunch across his jaw."Ow! What the fuck, Caroline!" he growled as he stepped away from the threat.I had frozen in shock with heated cheeks and wide eyes as I tried to process what just happened.My lips tingle from the brief touch and my knees almost went paralyzed from it. Other than the fact that my knuckles hurt like I punched a brick wall, I was pretty much brain dead at this point.Oh God! Why did I- he was coming onto me!how else was I supposed to react?"Shit!" Malcom flexed his jaw and he turned to glare at me. "Did you take karate lessons or what? Where the heck did you learn to throw a punch like that?"I shut, recovering from the shock, "Taekwondo. I-I learnt abroad.""Why? To beat the shit out of me?""What? No- I told you not to touch me!" I said in my defence as his eyes raked over me with a flirty look crossing his face for a moment.Well he was fin
CAROLINE "There you are," Susan rushed towards me with a worried look on her face as she searched my eyes. "Are you alright? Did you get lost?" "No," I got carried away and when I came to, I had to look in the mirror and make sure there was no shaken resolve showing on my face. I grabbed a drink from a waiter as soon as I stepped out of the guestroom. He was heading in Malcolm's direction. It seemed his drinking habits hadn't changed. That man could drink a whole bar down and still ask for more. It was an irritating behaviour that I tried my best to curb but it seems he snapped right back into it when I was gone. "Miss Patterson has been laughing and jollying all night," Susan said and stood by my side as I looked around for the woman. "She's going about giving everyone hope with that smile. Ha! She says "may the best man win." "It's fair game, Susan. We just need to do our best." my best wasn't going to be enough here. I'd need to do everything I can. Grandma had her eyes on tha
CAROLINEI ate in silence. The food was tasteless on my tongue. Malcolm had numbed my senses and I couldn't even think straight. That was the most shocking thing I had ever heard in all my life.The nurses knocked before I could say a word. They helped me sit so I could eat and removed the needles from my arm.My stomach chose that time to rumble and they wasted no time in thrusting the food to me, offering to feed me if it was a hassle to feed myself.Malcolm was at one corner of the room, silently watching me eat. I still couldn't find the words to say to him, but I couldn't help thinking that he carried all that burden himself.Once we were alone again, I set the spoon down and looked at him.“What happened to the kids?” My voice was small and quiet.“Emma and Ethan are the only ones left.”My heart broke and I raised my chin to hold his fierce gaze. All I saw was guilt and a broken spirit.“What?” I couldn't even recognize my own voice, I was close to tears.“When they found out I
MALCOLMThe sound of the gun pierced the hallway but her scream was what made my heart tremble.“Caroline!” I rushed to her side as she collapsed, caught her before she could crumble to the floor and pressed my hand to her side to stop the blood.“Oh my god! Oh my god! Y-You shot a customer,” Emma whispered. “Y-You broke the rules!”“I-I wasn't aiming for her!”Did he just stutter? I turned to the Enforcer and he staggered in his steps. He looked tense, afraid too. His demeanor was completely off and his whole aura was terrified.“She's losing a lot of blood!” Ethan's voice caught my attention and I cupped her face, tears streaming down her wide eyes.“You're gonna be okay. I'll make sure of that. Emma, get the fucking medic to my room right now.” But she didn't move, she was too shaken from the sight of blood and from the situation.“Shit! Ethan! Take Emma out of here and get me a fucking medic now!”He sprung into action, pulling her wrist and dragging her out of the hallway. I gath
CAROLINEDing! The soft sound of the elevator sliced through the thick silence but it wasn't quite enough to pull me out of the shock I'd been thrown in.To think I was divorced on a dare was shocking to hear and almost impossible to believe but the look on Malcolm’s face was confirmation enough.“Well, we hope you're having a wonderful time with Louise. She's a keeper,” he pulled the chains and the girl jerked, groaning in pain.That woke me up.I couldn't get lost in my own past and allow such atrocities to happen right before my eyes.I looked at the girl to find her trembling. Her body was covered with marks and cuts. It was horrifying to look upon. He stepped out of the elevator, holding the chains like he was walking a dog.I moved forward but Malcolm grabbed my wrist and I snapped my head at him.“No,” he warned with a tight jaw and pleading eyes. This wasn't just about her, this was about…“Let go,” I whispered. “She needs help.”“You don't know what you're getting yourself in
MALCOLM“What do you mean by she's at the hotel?” I gripped the wheels and made the next turn. “How did she get in?” My heart drummed twice as much.How the heck did she get in? She wasn't supposed to find out about that place. I made a U-turn as quickly as I could.Louise and Marilyn would just have to wait for when I get back to scold their asses for what they've done.“Where's Ethan and Emma? I want them assigned to her, got it? No one else goes near her, do you understand that?”“Yes, sir. Are you on your way here?”“On high fucking speed, Britney.”It just had to be Patterson! That old bitch couldn't resist sending new souls to the devil's harem. It was a good thing it wasn't a weekend but then that didn't mean there wouldn't be anyone there to see her.“What the fuck are you getting yourself into, Caroline?”I imagined her clueless face filled with horror when she finally realized it wasn't just a normal hotel. There was a reason that the hotel was off the grid. It was the devil
Trigger warning.CAROLINEBe shameless.Have no fear.I played the words over and over as the elevator dinged. I smoothed my hand over my tennis skirt. It was too short in my opinion but it was already too late to get something different.According to them, the “game” was starting.Everyone was playing golf on the field and apparently, I had to participate in something. I couldn't just waltz in here and stay cooped up in my room even if I wanted that.“You're doing great,” Ethan whispered beside me yet his voice was full of humor. Apparently, these two were my personal… uhm… help. Emma had used the word “slave” without a care in this world but I didn't want to refer to them as that.They were human beings.“You'll learn,” was what she said when I opposed her reference to herself. Ethan mentioned to ignore her, she had a weird sense of humor.I folded my skirt in my fist as the elevator dinged and we stepped out. It was still bright outside and the weather seemed great for a sport but
CAROLINE “Cancel my plans for the afternoon, Susan. I have somewhere important to be.” “Miss. Caroline, please don't do anything rash. Also, why are there photos of you leaving the restaurant with the Patterson siblings? Did you… you didn't try to-” I slowed down the car when I got closer to the security check at the big black gate. I could barely even peep inside. The two security guards walked out from their corner and approached my car with a doubting face, glancing at each other as they approached me. “Susan,” I gulped. “I'll call you back. Handle things while I'm away,” I hung up before she could say another word. I was nervous for some reasons. “Deep breaths, deep breaths, Caroline.” One knocked on my window and bent his knees to be on my eye level as I lowered the window. “Wrong way, Miss?” he asked, arching a brow. I looked at the gate and shook my head, “No, no I'm supposed to be here.” His black eyes were sharp and icy. It pricked my skin and goosebumps broke out all
CAROLINEIn a few minutes, Louise and her family were the least of my worries. News came from an unknown source that Malcolm was close to completing his proposal for Miss Patterson. All hands were suddenly on deck as everyone had to race against time and it dragged on for some couple of days thanks to my special uncle trying to make my life a living hell.His team and my team were under so much pressure for the project and he never hesitated to spite my work. He found fault everywhere and would throw it in my face so I ended up doing the same. It was a tug of war every time we settled down for a presentation, trying to know which team came up with the best proposal.At the end of the week, I was drained, tired and sick of him. I wanted to kick it all away and just end things by smashing his head on a wall somewhere.I knew he was trying to frustrate my efforts and it worked. We both knew that Patterson had the final say. She could end up picking Malcolm's project over ours but we wa
MALCOLM"She's a fucking bitch and now everyone can see it too. She went there on purpose! That's Marilyn's favourite spot for lunch after school hours. She went there to try and manipulate my poor baby and you're not gonna do anything about it?" Louise rants came through the phone on my desk and I glanced at it and back at my computer where I had something more important to look into."Malcolm!" she screamed. "Are you even listening to me? I can hear you typing!"Jesus Christ! What the heck did this woman want from me? I simply called to make sure Marilyn was in the house safe and sound and that she wasn't being affected by the things on the news but somebody was gatekeeping my own daughter."Would you please give Marilyn the phone now?" I tried again. I was already having a massive headache and her attitude wasn't helping."No," she said firmly. "You're not going to speak to my daughter until you tell me how you'll address this issue-"I hung up."Fuck!" I glanced around my office,
CAROLINE It only took two hours before the Internet was blowing up again. Susan paced back and forth in my office as she stared at her tab.“No, no, no,” she chanted. “Just look at this! This is a disaster.” “Look at what? You won't let me look at the phone." she had confiscated my phone and my laptop. “You've been through a lot in one day,” she said. “You don't need to see any of these stupid things.” “Just hand it over, Susan,” I rolled my eyes from where I sat behind my desk. “I can handle my own mental health.” I believed. How bad could it be? She sighed and succumbed, handing over the tab. “Thank you,” I looked at the first headline and my jaw dropped, “Oh!”I scrolled and scrolled, each headline worse than the last. “Oh my–” “See?” She groaned. “Apparently a reporter caught her outside and decided to hang around, hoping he could get a free shot when he noticed us too. He caught the whole thing.” 'Mistress and Marilyn Collide: York Family Feud Takes Center Stage" 'Yor