After Briana had been kicked out by the security team, the company settled down. Logan called Megan to his office because she was still shaken up. He watched her walk in, fragile but guarded and all he wanted to do was envelope her in a protective hug. Megan sat nervously across Logan, the huge mahogany office desk creating a boundary between them. "Megan, thank you for coming in. I wanted to address what happened just now." He said as he tried to read her face. "Oh Okay," Megan looked down as she intertwined her fingers. "First, I want to be absolutely clear: there is nothing, and I mean nothing, going on between Briana and myself." "I don't even understand why she would think that we have a thing going on". He continued but Megan only gave a slight nod, her eyes avoiding him. "I also want to apologize for any discomfort or distress that Briana caused you. That was completely unacceptable." Megan trembled slightly. It was… unsettling, to say the least, but she remained silent
The procession led to the cemetery. The mood was somber and dark clouds hung in the sky, threatening to burst open as the crowd walked slowly behind the white casket that was on a cart, highly decorated with purple and green ribbons. The cart was being pulled by black mares that trotted with their heads held high as if they knew the magnitude of their duty.The purple ribbons signified the highest rank that the deceased had held in the army; before retirement, he was the Major General, answering directly to the President. The green ribbons represented the clan color of the Waynes, the wealthiest family that ruled the business society in the country.A lady in her late sixties was being held on both sides by two gentleman as they helped her up the slope where the family cemetery was situated. On her right was her only son while her nephew, the son to her younger brother, held her left hand. She sniffed and shivered slightly in the cold and immediately, a young lady with gentle but sorr
By the time that Megan reached home, lunch was being served in the dining room. She had no appetite not the mood to face any kind of humiliation or insults from the family it was better to just hide in her bedroom.Mother Elizabeth was seated at the head of the table as she had taken over as the head of the family now that the patriarch had fallen. Rich was seated at her right with Liana by his side. Cindy, Rich's younger sister was seated on her mother's left hand with her uncle and cousin who had come to live with them after the passing of Father Wayne. The only seat left was next to Liana and there was no way that Megan was going to degrade herself to seat there. “Mother may I be excused? I am not feeling well so I will not be having lunch.” She did with her head bowed.“Will you stop being such a drama queen? Father is no longer here to see your acting” her sister-in-law admonished her. She had never liked Megan and did not understand why her father had to face her brother I to m
Liana was caressing Rich's back, tracing his spinal cord with her fingers which sent shivers down his back. He loved the feeling of her hands on him and was soon raining kisses on her throat as he grunted. Because she was the facing the house, Liana could see Megan looking out of her bedroom window that was on the first floor. She took Rich's hand and placed it on the slit of her skirt as she spread her legs wide while still keeping her eyes on Megan. The sooner Megan knew her place in Rich's life, the earlier she would work at divorcing him, Liana thought.Rich who’s back was facing the house had no idea that his wife was looking at them and was engrossed in his business of pleasuring his woman as his fingers caressed her thigh.The section of the garden where they were standing was surrounded by various plants making it a good hiding spot so he had no worry of being exposed.As the kiss deepened and the heat was rising between them, Rich took a hold of her panty and stretched it to
“Rich, have you had dinner, I can make a plate for you.” she offered as she got up from the couch. She had saved a plate for him during dinner and all she had to do was to warm the food. Before she could even take a step, Rich turned to look at her, a sneer on his face.“Did I say that I want anything from you? Why are you even talking to me?” He had a disgusted look on his face. He hated this person standing near him with a passion. Just the thought of being in one house with her was always revolting to him.Megan hung her head low in humiliation. Whenever she tried to have a conversation with him, it always ended up in a bad way either with him insulating her of or he would just walk away as if she did not exist.“I am sorry but please I would like to discuss something with you if you can spare a few minutes for me”, she braced herself for more insults but Rich remained silent.He never liked being in the same space with her but since everyone had gone to bed and it was just the two
Megan had already spent two weeks looking for a job to no avail. She would leave the house early in the morning with Benny as she dropped him off at school then head out job searching.It became a routine for her to go into the cyber café in town to search and apply for jobs in the internet. After spending about three hours doing this, she would then start walking in the offices around in search of job vacancies while dropping her resumes.The one disadvantage that she encountered was that the companies wanted someone with at least two years of experience in a prior job so even though she had the papers to prove her qualifications as a Human Resource Manager, she failed in the interviews when it came to work experience.All this could have been made easier for her if her husband had agreed to get her a position at the company.This was all her fault, she thought as she got into the car to pick up Benny from school in the afternoon. If only she had not rushed to get married to her uni
It had been a week since Megan started working. Because Beth neither agreed nor opposed the notion of her getting a job, Megan delved right into it. At least this way, she had a reason of being out of the house and would earn an income in the process. Spending the whole day in the house had become stifling. The people who were still flocking to the house to offer their condolences looked down on her and treated her like the house help. Of course, Beth never bothered to correct them. Her husband was spending more time with his mistress and her sister-in-law had her friends to keep her company. Her cousin-in-law was the only one who occasionally treated her like a human being.She had already fallen into a routine with Benny. She would wake up at six in the morning to prepare breakfast for Benny while she packed his lunch. She would then rush to take a shower before waking up her son. While Benny showered, she dressed and laid down his clothes.After they were done with their morning r
Liana was in a bad mood and when she was like this, she went on a shopping spree. This was her therapy, it took her mind off stress to browse in high-end stores and shop till she dropped.She picked up her phone and made a conference call with her girls since she had no gig on her schedule. “ Get ready girls, we are going shopping”.Liana was an only child born to a university professor in one of the leading universities in the country and her mother was an assistant manager in a leading insurance company.Even though they were termed as middle class, Liana had caught on earlier in life to mingle with the rich in society and imitate them. This, coupled with her parent’s spoiling her turned her into an arrogant snob who expected the world to revolve around her.She had always had her eyes set on Richard Wayne, the wealthiest bachelor in town, and did everything possible to catch his eye. One great advantage of this relationship was that money was never a problem for her and she could
After Briana had been kicked out by the security team, the company settled down. Logan called Megan to his office because she was still shaken up. He watched her walk in, fragile but guarded and all he wanted to do was envelope her in a protective hug. Megan sat nervously across Logan, the huge mahogany office desk creating a boundary between them. "Megan, thank you for coming in. I wanted to address what happened just now." He said as he tried to read her face. "Oh Okay," Megan looked down as she intertwined her fingers. "First, I want to be absolutely clear: there is nothing, and I mean nothing, going on between Briana and myself." "I don't even understand why she would think that we have a thing going on". He continued but Megan only gave a slight nod, her eyes avoiding him. "I also want to apologize for any discomfort or distress that Briana caused you. That was completely unacceptable." Megan trembled slightly. It was… unsettling, to say the least, but she remained silent
The sterile, hushed atmosphere of the ICU was a stark contrast to the storm brewing within its walls. Liana lay pale and still, a network of tubes and wires snaking across her body, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors a constant, unsettling pulse. After hours in the operating theatre, she was alive, but barely. The doors to the ICU burst open, and Liana's parents, their faces etched with grief and rage, stormed in. Their eyes, red and swollen, immediately locked onto Rich and Beth. "What have you done to her?!" Liana's mother shrieked, her voice cracking with emotion. "You've driven her to this! You've pushed her too far!" Liana's father, his face a mask of fury, pointed a trembling finger at Rich. "You! You're the reason she's lying there! You never appreciated her! You never deserved her!" "How could you let this happen?" Liana's mother wailed, her voice rising in hysteria. "She was always so happy, so vibrant! You've destroyed her!" Beth, her own guilt a heavy weight in her
He lurched forward, his hand instinctively reaching for her wrist, searching for a pulse. The water, now a chilling, viscous crimson, sloshed as he moved. His fingers, slick with the bloody water, fumbled against her skin, finding it cold and unnervingly still. A wave of nausea washed over him, the scent of iron thick in his nostrils. He pressed his fingers harder, desperately trying to feel the faintest thrum of life. Nothing. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, a sound of pure, raw terror. He yanked her arm up, the delicate white rose petals clinging to her skin, now stained a gruesome pink. He stared at the deep, ragged cuts, the blood still seeping slowly into the water, and a primal scream threatened to erupt from his chest. He had to do something.Anything. He couldn't just stand there, watching her slip away. He fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking so violently he almost dropped it. He had to call Brian. He had to call an ambulance. He had to save her.Brian rushed
"Sir, maybe you should go back and check on her." Brian was a worrier, and he had heard what Liana had said on the phone.In the bedroom, Liana had changed into a silky black lingerie that hugged her bust and hips, accentuating her small waist.She then filled the bathtub with water and taking the white rose flowers that she had decorated the room with, she started to slowly remove the petals, placing them from the door all the way to the bathroom. She then sprinkled some in the bathtub, leaving them floating.After admiring her handiwork, she took a glass of wine and sat on the bed, perusing a fashion magazine where she was featured on the cover as she waited.Rich lifted his glass and then put it down again without drinking. Something flashed in his mind but disappeared before he could process the thought.He had always been alcohol tolerant and knew his limit, so he didn't understand how, on that particular night, he was so drunk that he couldn't remember signing the divorce papers
Megan and Rich met at a quiet café, the hum of conversations around them doing little to ease the tension between them. Rich sat across from her, his fingers tracing the edge of a thick envelope—fresh divorce papers. "What do you want now?" Megan asked as she crossed her arms on her chest as if guardian her heart from more pain. She had already purposed to have nothing to do with this despicable couple but just couldn't seem to get away from them. Rich eyes were downcast, avoiding Megan's sharp but questioning look. He had noticed the bag eyes and the etched lines on her face that not even the light makeup could hide. There was something different about her though; her aura was no longer timid. Determination was written on her lips that were stretched in a thin line and a sharp glint cut through her eyes. "I need to apologize for how Liana ambushed you with the divorce papers," he said as he nervously clutched the edge of the brown envelope. Megan just stared at him as she
"What's going on?" Liana asked then her smile froze as she saw Cindy in the living room.She had thought that she would have time to hide the papers from Rich for a while until the 30-day cooling-off period was over.She would then find a way to tell him that it was time to finalise the divorce proceedings, and maybe by then, she would be pregnant again, holding Rich for life.Rich's sudden move took Liana by surprise. She hadn't anticipated him grabbing the envelope, assuming that the shock of knowing about the divorce papers would keep him off balance. Her carefully constructed facade began to crack as Rich snatched the envelope from her grasp and opened it.He held the papers tightly, his knuckles white. His gaze was fixed on Liana, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger, hurt, and disbelief. "How, Liana?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "How did you get my signature? And how did you get access to the Wayne family seal?"Liana's carefully composed demeanour faltered.
"What in the world is going on here?" Beth exclaimed, rushing down the stairs, her voice laced with concern. The sound of Cindy's furious honking still echoed faintly outside, and the tension in the living room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Cindy, her face flushed and her eyes blazing, was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger."Rich!" She was screaming the house down."You had better get the heck down here and face me you cowardly bastard." Rich, who was in his study, heard the ruckus and asked his assistant to find out what was happening."What is going on, Cindy? Why are you so worked up?" Beth asked, worried."Aaah Boss, you had better go down. Your sister has just gone mad." Brian told Rich after asking a servant what was going on."Rich!" Cindy practically spat the name as soon as she saw her brother come down the staircase. "How could you? How could you let Liana do that to Megan?"Rich looked utterly bewildered. "Do what? Cindy, what are you talking about? I d
Megan sat at the window seat of the cafe, Cindy and Athena a few tables away. The persistent ringing of her phone had been a constant annoyance for over a week. Liana's calls, begging for a meet-up, had finally worn down Megan's resistance. When she left the Wayne household, Megan had vowed to put everything behind her, including her estranged husband, Rich and his mistress. But Liana's relentless calls were driving her insane.Liana sauntered into the cafe and immediately noticed Megan at the window seat.Like a queen ascending her throne, she took her seat and then dusted imaginary dirt on the table as she looked at Megan who was totally unfazed by her Sliding a brown envelope towards her, she smirked and extended a pen."What's this?" Megan asked without bothering to touch it."Rich wants nothing to do with you so quickly sign the divorce papers",Liana then looked at her wristwatch as if she was in a hurry."And he asked you to bring them?" Megan looked at her suspiciously smel
It had been a month since the girls moved in together, and the shared apartment was starting to feel like home. Cindy had returned to university, but a surprising change had occurred. Instead of returning to the familiar comfort of her old residence near campus, she'd opted for a daily commute by subway from their new home; determined to never return to the Wayne mansion.This was a completely new experience for her, a stark contrast to the chauffeur-driven lifestyle she was accustomed to. The crowded trains and bustling stations were a world away from what she knew, but she seemed to embrace the change, a subtle shift in her perspective.Athena, meanwhile, had secured a position at the company, working directly as Megan's assistant. This arrangement wasn't coincidental; it was a deliberate move to ensure she could keep a close watch on Megan, a silent guardian angel in the corporate landscape. The dynamics between them, both personal and professional, were still unfolding, a