The anchor was on the stage announcing something, but my head was elsewhere. Why was Lana here and in the company of Cameron? Was this the kind of life she lived now? Hoping from the arms of one rich guy to the other? If it was so, then she was no different from Kathy. My heart was constricted; if it was so, then it was all my fault. Lana was not that kind of person; she was never like that. Could I have pushed her into this new lifestyle? I scoffed; she wanted nothing to do with me.But when had I ever let that stop me? I knew that it was not just the guilt that drove me to find her. It was this feeling inside of me that grew every day. I wanted Lana, and I was going to have her, no matter what. “But we all know that with more success comes more responsibility,” the anchor was saying. “And it is on this note that I would like to introduce to us the CEO and face of the new Lukem. Lana West.”“What?” I heard Kathy’s shocked voice beside me and smiled. I was also rooted to the spot wi
I was thankful for Cameron and his foresight. Pulling me out of that crowd before they swallowed me whole had saved me. I felt like I was drowning, thrown back in time to when my parents had just died. The way the reporters had swarm methrusting their microphones and cameras in my face, hounding me with questions upon questions, I had no time to think. I felt like it was going to explode, and then my flash would splutter into their mouths and maybe shut them up for a minute. That was how I felt again today. Helpless, drowning till Cameron came and pulled me out. “Are you okay?” He asked, gazing down at me with a worried expression. I smiled, more to assure myself than to dismiss the worry that was settling over him. “I’m fine, Cameron.” I replied. “You don’t have to worry. But thank you for…”I gestured with my head towards the reporters, who had moved on to their next victim. “You know?” He pulled my arm and hooked it with his. “It's why I’m here, always.” He began to lead us back
The limousine dropped Darby, Cameron, and me at my parents villa, and we said goodnight to Sally. I sighed in relief as soon as I saw the twins—fast asleep—in their cot and Ruby (Sally’s friend and our nanny for the day) draped across the couch, the baby monitor laying on her chest. “She looks tired.” Darby whispered and drew the blanket to cover her better. “I bet I’ll be able to sleep that deep once this sack of bodies hits the bed.” I went over and kissed my babies. “You deserve it; you had quite a long day.” Darby remarked. “I’ll bring the kids to their room and probably spend some time with them.” "Darby, you should rest. We all had a long day.” “It's okay,” she replied, shrugging off my concerns. “I don’t feel tired anyway." You did most of the work. Alright goodnight.” “Good night.” I greeted Cameron and retired to the room, which Cameron and I now shared. I smiled. We were already acting like married couples, and then my smile morphed into a frown. He’ll be leaving soon;
Andre’s POVI could hardly believe my eyes, but my heart and head told me I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. Lana was really the CEO of Lukem, and she was the person my mother sent me to. Of course, I had seen her before, but I assumed she was here with Cameron—I have no idea what business he has here, but well—and the speech that she gave should have brought my mind up to speed, but I guess believing that Lana was a CEO was that hard for us. But seeing her there, hooked to his arm and still oozing that confidence, which I thought made her kind of sexy, probably kicked my head to the present. How did she achieve all of this in less than two years? Kathy did mention that Cameron was Grant Myer’s son, and everyone knew Grant was a filthy billionaire. Of course, he could afford a company if he wanted one, and something like Lukem was flimsy to him. Could Cameron have done this? Perhaps not. I, too, have to admit that there is a limit to everything. But not if he was in love wi
I was wrong.My mother reacted better than I thought, even a little too well for my comfort. I despise the fact that I couldn’t read her as well as she read me. She told me her thoughts through the expression on her face, because she never had any expression on her face. She was always so composed and straight. It was chilling. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her, none of us—neither I nor Hermione—took after her in this aspect. I think I was a good businessman, but she would always beg to differ. I was the worst businessman alive, and that was solely because I did not know how to land cold deals like her or trick partners into doing business with us while we gained more and they just lost. I was even too tired to think of why she was so composed when I had just given her the most shocking news of the century. “Lana West is the CEO.” I had announced. “And for that, I’m sorry, but I could not get her to agree to a meeting.” She had simply taken a sip from the china set on t
Cameron was leaving, but I didn’t want to let go of him just yet. I tucked my arms around him and rested my head on his chest for just a few more minutes. His lips found my forehead, and he placed a light kiss there. It felt warm; it felt like home, and now my home was leaving. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” I murmured softly. But he has to, didn’t he? First, he has spent too much time away, and any more time he spends away would be seen as dereliction of duties and neglecting his position.Cameron slipped his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “I know, Lana. Believe me, I wish I could stay too. But you know how it is with the company. They need me back in Black Bricks.“I understand, Cameron. Even a CEO has rules to follow. That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want you to go.” I sighed. It was just a few weeks, and I had started to get used to him being here. “The twins will miss you.” I added.His fingers caressed my face gently. “I know. Tell them that
Andre’s POVThe morning came too early, and after last night, my body felt like it needed sleep, but my mind tried to remind me of all the things I needed to do today. There was the visit to that hospital, which I had taken Lana to more than a year ago. Hopefully, they’ll be able to tell mewhat I wanted to hear, and possibly they’ll confirm my suspicions. Then, I also needed to get ahead of whatever my mother was planning for Lana. That woman never had something good up her sleeves; maybe see Lana? Seeing her yesterday only made me realise how much I wanted her. I turned to my side, not on the bed, and almost groaned when I saw Kathy there. Lana should have been here instead; I could remember that sense of peace I used to feel whenever I woke up to Lana by my side. I had taken it for granted, though; never again. “Look who’s up.” Kathy said it with a smile. “Good morning, sleepy head. Last night was good; all the more reason why I should rethink that divorce thing.” She pushed he
The smell of disinfectant hit me as we made our way through the hospital lobby. I scrunched my nose and stole a glance at Kathy. Damn, I hated this place. How long has it been since I was last here? If I recall clearly, the last time I was here was over a year ago when I brought Lana to the hospital. We made our way to the receptionist desk, which held a petite, brunette nurse. She glanced up as we approached, but her fingers continued tapping away at the keyboard. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me, miss,” I began. “I’m here to inquire about a patient who was treated here about a year and a half ago.”The nurse, whose name I saw from the tag on her chest to be Angela Lackerman, nodded and offered us a polite smile. Her eyes strayed to Kathy and then back to me. “Of course,” she answered. “I’d be happy to assist you.” She looked at her computer screen. "Do you have the patient’s name and any other relevant information?”“Uhh, yes.” I responded. “Her name is Lana West. But she might hav
Andre’s POV Two Years LaterMy mother was upset that I had gone behind her back to sabotage her. To sell her company to that little brat—that is what she refers to Lana as now—who knew nothing about business, but I did not have to tell her that it was either that or see her remanded in prison. To watch everything I had and everyone I loved taken away from me. I did not need to tell her that we were lucky we had a choice. The poor girl had no choice back then and had to take life as it was handed to her. My mother would live—abort sourly—but at least she would still live. We could build back the company even if it took a long time. Thankfully, all she had back then was a minor heart attack. As for the little brat, Lana, she and Cameron got married two years ago and have spent the last two years of their marriage touring the world.I was envious of the love they found. The comfort they gave each other, the strength in their numbers, but as time went on, I too was beginning to live wi
Lana’s POV The house was still the same way I remembered it. The chairs, the arm stool, and the and the settees All of the arrangements were still the same, and it struck a chord of familiarity within me. I settled into the plush armchair and watched Andre move towards the bar, his demeanour calm and composed. It was hard to reconcile this composed man with the man I had known years ago. Andre returned with a glass of red wine, just the way I liked it. He handed it to me, then sat across from me. “Have you come to a conclusion regarding what we discussed?” I crossed my legs, one above the other, and stared blankly at him. “Regarding what exactly? The only thing I remember that we have yet to talk about are the kids and how we’ll split their days between us. Other than that, I don't think we have any unfinished business. Except you are talking about signing the documents, which would see me as the new CEO of Ranhold.” Andre heaved a long sigh and rubbed his temples. Was he beginnin
Lana’s POV We spent the next week gathering evidence against Freda and meeting with potential witnesses who could testify against her if we were to take her to court, but it seemed as though that would not be needed. It was some time towards the end of the week when what was going to be our break happened. It came in the form of André getting a recognition award. I had no idea what his relationship with Freda had been like following everything that had happened lately, so I cannot talk about that. But upon receiving the award, Freda was so happy with her son that she decided to allow him to make certain decisions that regarded the leadership of Ranhold. In the past, André had been nothing but a figurehead. Although he sat in the CEO position, his mother, Freda, usually handled all the decision-making, and everyone knew this. He was useless, and if it was important that his signature be appended to a document, he had to get permission from Freda first before doing it. But now, all
Lana’s POV Back at my apartment, we laid out all the new information we had gathered. It felt like we were finally making progress, and the weight of uncertainty was beginning to lift. But then a call entered my phone, which was going to either bring everything crashing down on us again or continue pushing us forward.We had laid everything on the table in front of us, and we were about to start sitting through them when the ringtone of my phone shattered through the peace, quiet, and anxiety that had settled over us. Sighing and thinking it was from one of my colleagues at Lukem, I pulled the phone from my pocket and paused when I saw the caller ID displaying on my screen.“Hmmm... Andre.” I said it out loud, alerting the other guys to who the caller was. Without waiting for their response, I swiped on the screen and placed the phone in my ear. “Hey, Andre.” I greeted. “What’s going on?”“I found something.” He announced. From over the phone, I could not make out the time of his vo
Lana’s POV Fred smiled warmly, taking a seat beside Clara. “It’s been a long time, Aunt Clara. We have so much to catch up on, but there’s something important we need to ask you about first.”Clara looked at him. “Of course, anything. What do you need to know?”Fred glanced at me, and I handed Clara the letter. “We found this among my father’s papers. It mentions a promise to protect you. We need to understand what happened.”Clara took the letter and began reading it. As she read through it, I noticed the change in her expression. She took a deep breath and glanced up at us. “This... this brings back memories I thought I’d buried. Your mother and Mr. West were the best friends I ever had. But there was more to it, and it brought trouble or would have brought trouble had Mr. West not decided to act in what he believed to be the best interest of everyone, including your mother. Fred’s face lightened up, as did mine. “What do you mean?”Clara sighed. “Secrets.” She whispered. “Anne an
Lana’s POVFred shrugged. “She hinted at societal expectations and family obligations,” he replied. “But she didn’t give specifics. I think she knows a lot more than she’s letting on.”I nodded slowly. “My father never mentioned anything about your mother or you and Kathy. And I started going through his papers; maybe I would find something.”Fred’s expression softened. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but it is not to be helped. I cannot say I know how you feel or what you are feeling right now. Finding out that a person you think you know has another side, which you have no idea of, can really do something to you.”I reached out and touched Fred’s hand briefly. “We’ll figure it out together. I have some of my father’s old letters and documents that might help us piece things together. Maybe we can confront Freda again with more concrete questions? What do you think? Right now, she’s the only person who can give us answers, and we are not even on good terms.”We returned to m
Narrator’s POV Freda’s smile faltered for the briefest of moments, a shadow crossing her eyes before she quickly regained her composure. She leaned back in her chair, interlacing her fingers and resting them on her desk.“That’s quite a heavy topic, Fred,” she said, her tone now more serious. “Why are you suddenly interested in this?”Fred shrugged. “Perhaps after Kathy’s death, I realised something. I just want to know why he abandoned my mother, why he chose his other family above us, and why he caused us so much pain and loss. I want to understand all of these things; perhaps it would help me forgive, let go, and move on.”A shadow of a smile crossed Freda’s face. “Ahhhh... I guess it runs in the family then.” Fred narrowed his eyes, wondering what she meant by that statement. “I don’t understand. What runs in the family?”Freda stood to her feet and approached the floor-to-ceiling window, which offered a great view of the city. From here, he could view the city’s skyline and wat
Narrator’s POV Freda’s office was located on the uppermost floor of the skyscraper that acted as Ranhold’s headquarters, a detail that made Fred pause as he stepped out of the taxi five minutes ago. He blinked against the rays of sunlight reflecting off the monolithic structure of steel and glass, momentarily blinded. The reflective surface mirrored the city below, creating an illusion of infinite depth.The other buildings around it were similar in their grandeur, each with its own unique design. For the umpteenth time since his arrival in the city, Fred was reminded of how little he had traveled. There were places outside of his known world yet to be explored, and this city of steel and glass was one of them. He had spent—wasted—five minutes entranced by the sleek, modern design, temporarily forgetting his purpose for being there.Pulling himself back to reality, he straightened his suit and approached the entrance. The revolving glass doors spun smoothly, ushering him into a grand
Lana’s POVI took tentative steps towards the bouquet. Whether unconsciously or by some reflex response in our system, we all had taken steps away from the bouquet. For some reason, we felt threatened by it. This was not the first time we would receive threats disguised as gifts, and I guess that has taught us a lesson. Slowly, I pulled out the card in the bouquet and glanced at Cameron and Sally, who both gave me curt nods. I opened it and began reading it aloud. “Congratulations on Zoe’s recovery. Best wishes for the future. – Freda.”The room fell silent as the implications of the message sank in. Sally was the first to break the silence. “Freda has acted once again. First of all, it was an almost dead bird on my door, and now congratulatory bouquet?”My grip on the card tightened. “Is this supposed to mean something?”Cameron stepped closer, resting his hand on the small of my back. “Hey, we’ll keep our guard up. She’s only trying to play mind games, but we won’t give her the sat