Roxanne took the first taxi she set her eyes on, headed to LexCorp. She did not care that there was a mother and stubborn crying baby inside. Infact, she liked the fact that there was a crying baby in it, that way, she was able to mask the sound of her own wailing.
She would have bailed from work if today wasn't so important to her. Besides, it won't hurt to get a good news after being slapped on the face with a bad one. So, she bit her lower lip and tried to hold on to the thin thread her sanity was clinging on. While trying to think of two good reasons why she shouldn't drive a bullet into Jonah's heart.Finally, when the taxi alighted at LexCorp's fifty story building, she jumped down from the taxi and pushed her way past the high glass doors. She ignored every greeting and did not say a word to anybody, not even the receptionist who she usually threw a smile every morning; well, this wasn't like every other morning. Roxanne hurried to the bathroom on the ground floor and planted herself in front of the mirror. Even though she was forty five minutes late for work, she couldn't bring herself to walk into the conference Hall with her eyeliner smudged and her mascara running down her cheeks, mixed with her tears. She drew out a wad of tissue and wiped her face bare. Yes, it wouldn't hurt to look bare and numb, those were the words closest to defining what she felt right now. When she was done, she scurried out of the bathroom stall, into the office lobby and flung herself into the first elevator she saw open. Her knees were shaking, her head was spinning, the hole in her chest seemed to sink deeper and deeper with every second, but Roxanne had to pull through it. "Think of your promotion." She closed her eyes and spoke to herself, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly. In three minutes, she was on the 27th floor, where the conference Hall sat. She hurried out of the elevator, clutching her bag the same way pain held her heart, and navigated through the lobby of offices, until she found the door of the conference room. It was slightly open. Roxanne inhaled deeply. She could do this, she could pull herself together for thirty minutes. She had to, she just had to. On that note, she squeezed her way through the door and sneaked into the hall. All eyes around the round table fell on her immediately. Including her CEO's, Alexander. She feigned a smile as she squeezed herself into a seat by the door. The elderly man did not take his eyes off her, instead, he frowned. "Nice of you to join us almost an hour late, Miss Harvey." Oh no. She was screwed, what would she say to him? Roxanne thought of opening her mouth to say something. "I'm sorry sir, I was..." "There is no need, we were just about rounding off. You can meet your colleagues..." He cut in then paused and heaved a long sigh. "Ex colleague for the rest of the details..." Roxanne blinked twice. The last thing she heard him say was "ex colleagues" before she zoned out completely. What did he mean by ex colleagues? She shook her head violently. This had to be a dream, every part of it had to be a scary nightmare. Maybe if she shook her head hard enough, she would wake up. "The company needed to lay off some people due to the recent struggles. You are one of them. You're fired, Roxanne Harvey." Even as she struggled to make sense of what she had just heard, she sat stunned, in between her colleagues. Her shocked eyes continued to dance around the round table. She was finding it hard to believe her ears. What did he mean by she was FIRED? How the hell could she be fired? No! There had to be a mistake somewhere. She didn't know when she stood up and banged the table with her palms. "What?!" Not this, not today. All these things could not be happening to her today. Her world could not be crumbling into pieces in just one day! Alexander, the CEO of LexCorp - the company she had given seven years of her blood, sweat and tears to- tore his gaze from the paper in his hands and looked over to her, ordering her to sit down. Roxanne wouldn't budge. She admired and respected the older man, but this mistake had to be rectified immediately. "With all due respect mister Lex, there has to be some kind of mistake...""Are you saying Hardy did not access your efficiency correctly?" He cut in, visibly irked. Roxanne's eyes drifted to Hardy, Thomas Hardy. He stood behind Alexander, his usual grin spread across his face.His eyes danced around her face. As if saying "I won bitch". Thomas Hardy was, and still remained Roxanne's worst nightmare. Head of human management at LexCorp, Thomas Hardy, had always had his eyes on Roxanne. Four times, he had tried to get Roxanne into his bed, or rather, office table, four times. And four times, she had blatantly refused him. Thomas had not taken it likely. After serving her countless queries, he had finally decided to threaten her with her stay at LexCorp. "If you keep on like this, your days in this corporation are numbered." His words echoed in her ears like thunder. Damn. You. Bastard. She cursed underneath her breath. Desperate, she returned her focus to the older man. "Sir please, I have given my life to this company. You have to understand that I..." 'That this job is the only thing that's keeping me sane. That I have lost my fiance, severed all ties with my family and this is all I have left...' she wanted to add, with shaking breath. Thankfully, she was interrupted by the last man she wanted to look at now; well, after Jonah. "You can see me after this meeting if you have any complaints miss Harvey. For now, please sit down." Thomas ordered, his daunting eyes toyed with her furious violet ones. Defeated, Roxanne fell back into her seat, trying to still her violently shivering body and quivering lips.The rest of the meeting went by in a blur. For the remaining ten minutes, Roxanne could only focus on one thing; ten ways to castrate Thomas once the meeting was over, and extend the hand of castration to Jonah as well. As Alexander rose to leave the board room, Roxanne rushed to her feet, following him closely behind. "Sir please, give me a chance to..." "You heard mister Hardy, if there's anything you need, be sure to meet him." Alexander threw over his shoulder, not sparing her another glance. Roxanne staggered back, this couldn't be happening, it had be a nightmare, one that she really needed to wake up from. Slowly, she turned back to Thomas, giving him a stony glare as she approached him. "The nerve of you." Her tone was low, anger had made her almost inaudible. Thomas's eyes rested on her, traveling around he face as he scoffed. "Don't act so surprised. You certainly knew this was coming for you." He shot back, looking over her shoulder. "All this because I wouldn't let you fuck me?"The words were out before she could take them back, but she fought the urge to cry. She would never give Thomas the pleasure of seeing her distraught, vulnerable. He bursts out laughing, tapping her shoulder for support. Roxanne wished she could stab his hands, but an assault charge would do her no good. "Don't flatter yourself miss Harvey, I can get a good fuck anywhere."He leaned into her and whispered against her left ear. "This is because you thought you were different. I am simply reminding you that you're like every other American woman out there. Now, you're like every jobless woman out there." The way he emphasized the word 'jobless' caused Roxanne to shrink under his gaze. No matter how she looked at it, he had the upper hand. Thomas straightened his frame and shook his head, before slamming her face with a teary view of his back. "You have just ten minutes to exit this building miss Harper. Make it count." She heard Hardy's voice call out. Standing transfixed, she watched him exit the room with his back turned to her. Her eyelids burned with the tears that threatened to swarm her cheeks, even as her knees buckled beneath her thighs.Five years of dedication was just thrown out of the window. Everything she had ever worked hard for, walked out of the room with Hardy. Beads of sweat trickled down her face. This still wasn't making any sense. How could LexCorp throw away seven years of hard work and dedication? Did her countless sacrifices to this company mean nothing to them? Did nothing she did for anybody matter to them?Her family! Jonah! And now LexCorp. Seven years of giving LexCorp all she had. Seven years of being endlessly dedicated came to a tragic ending in the twinkle of an eye. And Jonah? Roxanne found herself choking on her tears as his face flashed through her mind. She had been with him for more than half of her life, growing from friends to lovers. Yet, even he did not think twice before snatching the greatest opportunity to break her heart into pieces. She suddenly remembered her best friend's words this morning."Your modesty insults me Roxy. You know that job is yours. Girl you've given that company all your late nights and early as fuck mornings, they'll be crazy not to give you that promotion." Emily's words had assured her she would get the promotion. Emily was the one person she should talk to right now. Her best friend and flatmate was the one person she needed to see, was the one person who could pacify her right now. With that thought, Roxanne picked up her bag and whatever was left of her dignity and hurried out of conference room, running out of the building without looking back. ****************The next thirty days went by in a blur. Between searching for jobs online and spending most of her time in her sister's bakery, Roxanne had lost track of time.Isabelle, her oldest sister and best friend had been wonderful to her. Besides Emily, she was the next person Roxanne knew she could run to if she ever needed anything, even if it was just a listening ear. After all, Isabelle understood more than anyone what it meant to be blindsided by family. After Isabelle came out as lesbian to the Harveys, the rest of the family had found ways to isolate themselves from her and her affairs. Isabelle Harvey couldn't have been more glad anyway. It allowed her the freedom to get married to Carrie and be happy. It was on one of the visits to Isabelle's confectionery shop that Roxanne had been talked into attending the wedding. Isabelle had gone so hard on 'family first' that she could not believe it was the same Isabelle their mother had practically kicked out. Roxanne found hope in Isabelle. If she could attend the wedding and look at their parents without breaking down, then Roxanne could attend the wedding as well. But Isabelle wasn't the one who was about to watch her ex fiance get married to her twin sister. But, Isabelle made Roxanne promise to attend. Who says no to their favorite sister? Jonah tried to reach her. Calls went straight to voicemail and emails remained in the trash of her G***l. The night he dared to show himself at her house, Emily gathered all the morality she could muster not to beat him up.The wedding was only few hours away. Emily and Isabelle had taken it upon themselves to be her personal stylist and make up artist. Now, all she needed was a date. "There is no way we're letting you step feet into that cathedral without a man." Emily's voice still thundered in her head as she swiped through her tinder app. None of the seemingly decent men she had found had been interested in her profile. She could remember Emily saying it was as a result of the picture she used, but Roxanne didn't see anything wrong in the photo and so did not agree to change it. When the last person refused a meet up, Roxanne sighed and turned off the laptop. "Men are stupid." She said, causing Emily who was busy knitting a scarf on the couch in front of the television, to smile. "Tomorrow is the wedding, sure you don't want to try harder?" "Fuck it. I'm going to bed. I'll survive tomorrow on my own." Roxanne threw back, taking slow strides up the stairs. Deep down, she wanted to believe it was true. Maybe, just maybe if she said it to herself in the mirror time and time again, she would be able to believe herself. She might just be able to make it through the wedding tomorrow without pulling the trigger on any of them; Rayla or Jonah. Or, Both?Emily was stunned when she woke up to find a hand pulling her by her right wrist the next morning. "I lied! I won't survive today by myself!" Emily's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Roxanne clad in a her bathrobe. "What the hell is going on?" Emily asked, eyeing her friend even as she stretched out her arms. "It's 9am Emily, and I am scared! I can't show my face in that wedding without a date. Please call your brothers, any of them. I need help!" Emily could see her friend's pain in her eyes, the tears she fought to keep back betrayed themselves in her voice. She wished there was something she could do to help, but all she could do, she had already done. Roxanne allowed herself to be pulled into Emily's arms, she relaxed against her best friend's chest as she ran her fingers down her hair. The gesture helped to calm Roxanne's mild panic attack. Emily held on to Roxanne without saying a word, and that was enough assurance for her that she would be alright.
"What's the problem miss?" He asked her once again. When he asked the question the first time, she hasn't answered him.Lancelot thought it best to assume she did not hear him the first time. How could she? When all along she had been staring at his face. Her eyes subconsciously dancing from his lips, to his jaw, then his eyes again.It would have amazed him how fascinated she was with his physical being if he wasn't so used to it already. She wasn't the first and she certainly couldn't be the last.As he watched her blink rapidly before stepping away from him, Lancelot tucked both his hands into the pocket of his blue trousers.He just wished she would tell him how much she needed to get her car fixed so he could move on. He on the other hand, would have to toll his car away until he could get it fixed.His eyes travelled to the bonnet. With the damage the collision had done, it would take at least a day or two to get it comple
After paying the driver, she touched the door handle and turned to him. "Remember, stay close to me and do not say a word. I do the talking and you smile, shake hands and kiss my forehead when necessary." She turned away from him and opened the door. A thought crawled up to her head and she returned her face to his. "Note. I said when necessary." Her emphasis on the last two words caused him to scoff. If he wanted to, he would kiss her forehead, that and every part of her body, soon enough. Only if he wanted to; and he knew he wanted to. If he was going to get an answer to the questions raging in his head, he was going to have to touch her. The urge to hold her was strange to him. Knowing how much he hated physical contact, Lancelot wondered what it was about her that caused him to want to hold her. Maybe it was the fact that Ziko had warmed up to her. WARMED UP. Ziko had not only warmed up to her, he had acknowledged her as his mate. That wasn't possible. She was a human fe
The wedding party started in full swing three hours after the exchange of vows. And those three hours were the longest Roxanne had ever experienced. She had clung to Emily every second, afraid that if she let go of her, Rayla would be back again to spite her - even though she knew Rayla and Jonah has returned to wherever it was they planned to get ready for the wedding party. Roxanne could not afford to face Rayla again. Earlier on, Lancelot had rescued her. She could not count on him to do so again after the wedding... Or during the wedding party. That was, of course, before he made it known to she and Emily that he would be attending. Roxanne could still see the shock on her own face. She remembered pulling him away from where she stood with Emily, to a corner. She needed to speak to him privately. "What do you think you're doing? I needed you to escort me to the wedding, and that's over." "Is it?" He had said. His perfectly carved brow arched as he looked around the venue. ".
The rest of the party went by in a blur. Roxanne sat there as they talked and laughed over her head. She continued to boil with rage. How could they do this to her? She knew Rayla would spare no expense to see her down, but she had not expected her family to side with her. She had not expected him, Jonah, to humiliate her in such a manner. When everyone ate and drank, danced and sang, she managed short smiles here and there and a few glasses of Chapman, with the few slices of cake Lancelot silently forced into her mouth. She appreciated his show of romance. At least, with the way Jonah's eyes darkened on them, she could tell he was jealous. She couldn't wait for the night to be over. "And now, for the grand event of the night! Ladies and gentlemen, sit back, relax, aww and ouuu..."The audience erupted into laugher, interrupting Jonah's best man. A man Roxanne knew as his roommate during Jonah's college days. "...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their
Alas! It was over, all of it. She catwalked back to the head table, even as the smile she forced at her sister and Jonah disappeared from her face. She needed two things; lots of drinks, and a taxi to get the hell out of here. She walked steadily, her head held high, chin and shoulders up. She would never look down again, ever. She arrived at the head table, picked a bottle of champagne and excused herself. She was going to find a corner and drink herself to stupor. She walked towards the exit of the room and found a stool there. With a weak smile, she fell on it, still clutching the champagne bottle in her hands. Luckily, it had already been open, but was more full than empty. She pressed the lid to her lips and took her first gulp. Fuck all of them, she thought. She would make lemonades out of the bitter lemons they served her today, she would make sure of it. Halfway into the bottle and ten curse words later, she caught sight of a familiar male figure heading towards her.
'Fuck it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers. If he had thought he felt fire burn through him the first time her hands brushed against his, then this right now was hell itself. His lips were tangled with hers. He kissed, sucked on her lower lip, bit it occasionally. Everytime Roxanne moaned against his lips, Lancelot felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly. He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him like she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more. Their hands were on each other. Roxanne's polished fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands. He lowered himself, his kisses travelled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked and sucked the lobe of her ear softly. Roxanne moaned, with every stroke his fingers drew across her spine, every kiss he planted on her neck, she felt her panties dampen. She ached for
The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes admist the darkness, the calm waves of sleep washing over him as he took deep breaths in and out. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing around him, besides darkness and a vast body of water. Lancelot froze with cold and fear. The darkness terrified him, the body of water he found himself sink in frightened him to death. He began to struggle, flapping his hands and legs to make it to the surface of the water. Suddenly, he felt someone touch his feet. Lancelot looked behind him. He saw his face, Bran. Bran had a reassuring smile on his face. A smile that seemed to say "everything would be okay."For a moment, there was hope. His brother would save him now. Nothing of that sort happened. Lancelot continued to feel himself sink deeper and deeper into the water. He looked beneath him again, Bran was nowhere to be found. Why? Where did he go? Fear fell upon him with brute force again. Lancelot had to reach the surface, there w
EPILOGUE FIVE YEARS LATER **************"Tehilah, get back here this instant!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, whole laughter erupted from around the table. The five year old didn't mind her mother, she continued to run eagerly towards her father, who held her three year old younger brother in his arms as he stepped into the dinning room. "Daddy and Jojo!" She screamed out loud, when she griiped Lancelot's leg. Lancelot's eyes rose up from his daughter and rested on Roxanne's frowning face. "The girl is just happy to see me, which is more than she's been to see you." Lancelot teased and everyone at the table laughed, Roxanne's scowl deepened. "Ouuuuu, burner!" Hera screamed out loud, and everyone laughed again. Peter squeezed the top of her lap to show her that Roxanne wasn't smiling. Peter and Hera had been together, and were now a married couple. Peter had gotten a very big promotion; from Lancelot's personal assistant, to his beta wolf. And Hera was right by his sid
LATER THAT NIGHT was the mating ritual; the ritual of bonding. The palace was in high spirits, and the chief priest was invited to perform the ritual. Eloise and Marion, the two elderly women in the palace stayed with the priest to get things ready, while Madeline and Edward, along with the rest of the Dankworth house got themselves ready to attend. Peter was in Lancelot's chambers, putting all necessary things in order, while Emily stayed with her best friend, and finally had the guts - after her sloppy discussion with James - to take care of her "chief bridesmaid" duties. At exactly eleven PM, both bride and groom were ready for their precession. Lancelot was the first to be ushered down the stairs, out of the palace and into the courtyard, where the ritual was to take place under the full moon. The ground was set; royal woven stools placed side by side, in front of a large fire place. The members of the Dankworth family were behind him, while the musicians and dancers played and
In the middle of the heightened song and dance, James grabbed a bottle of champagne before he slipped out of the banquet hall, went up the stairs and into a dark corridor he did not recognize - at least, not in his state - without anyone noticing. No one would miss his presence after all, not after the man of the moment had just made his grand announcement. With his sloppy steps and regrettable dance moves, he was able to keep the champagne bottle under his armpit for five minutes. The man was drunk out of his mind. All he had done since the part started was down glasses of champagne without speaking to anyone. When he got to the corridor, he leaned against the wall and slid all the way to the ground, until his butt touched the hard floor, he winced in pain. "You definitely had that coming for ya." He heard a female voice say. James would have jerked up, since he didn't see anyone there before he entered, but he was way above the clouds to bother about that right now. He corked h
SIX DAYS LATER The big party Emily had spoke about was happening today, even if no one knew exactly what the party was about, Roxanne was pumped to finally celebrate with Lancelot. It had been long since she did that. So, when she woke up in the morning and found three maids staring at her, Roxanne was more than surprised. It was just a party, why did they treat her as though she were a bride getting dressed for her wedding? She asked herself. After greeting her, two of the maids offered her green tea and stood still while watching her drink the tea. When she was done, they helped her get up, undressed her, and ushered her into the bathroom, where warm rose water waited for her. She had not even been given the time to update Emily, who stayed in the next room, about what was going on. After a massage in the rose water, she was scrubbed and thoroughly cleaned. Roxanne felt like a stubborn five year old baby when one of the maids asked her to lift her foot up so she could scrub it.
Peter had barely had time to check his phone in the course of the last few days. Everything that had happened in the palace, from the poisoning attempt, to the death of the maid, Lancelot's fake Luna crowning ceremony, Ava's arrest and Garrett's banishment, to the post effects of all those events, Peter had finally found a day of rest..While Lancelot was preparing to tell his family the real truth about all that had happened to Roxanne, and what he intended to do next, Peter was given some free time to clear his head and get his issues sorted out. That was how he was able to sit on his bed in the guest chambers and go through his phone. And, that was how he was able to see the countless missed calls and messages that had been sent in by an unknown number. He was perplexed, while wondering who the person was, and what he or she wanted from him. It wasn't until he opened the first message and read the first line aloud, that he knew who the messages were from. Hera, he thought out lou
"Girl, don't tell me you're still asleep!" That was the first thing Roxanne heard, before Emily sent a pillow crashing down on her head. She groaned in pain - let it be known that she felt no pain, the pillow was filled with feathers - and sat up slowly, scrubbing her eyes with the back of her palms. Roxanne and Emily broke into laughter when they stared at each other in their pyjamas. They had missed each other an awful lot. The past three days if being together had taught both of them the true value of real friendship. With Emily around, Roxanne felt like no matter what happened, she would always have a home to run back to. Emily was everything to her; her best friend and her family, and she would not ever take that for granted. Emily, on the otherhand, felt the same way for Roxanne. They had spent so much time apart, but none of that had affected their friendship. Roxanne had been the only person Emily had ever let close to her, and she had not disappointed. Just like Roxanne, Em
The past three days had been hectic for every single member of the Dankworth house. While Lancelot was burdened with the role of acting sulky and vengeful over Roxanne's "demise", he was also saddled with the responsibility of preparing himself for his Luna picking ceremony with Ava. Whom, he now utterly despised and couldn't wait to get rid of. However, despite all that was going on, he was glad that he had finally gotten Roxanne, and that she was safe. He has sent Emily over to her and given the women his black card to do as their hearts seemed fit on this auspicious day. The day he would finally be putting an end to all their problems. He simply couldn't wait. Lancelot had noticed that his mother's mood had been better in the past few days. Now that Roxanne was out of the way, and Lancelot and Ava's ceremony around the corner, the future she had meticulously planned for her son, was finally here. The goddess had taken away all obstacles, and now, everything would be back to norma
Hera touched down at London's airport at exactly 3:00pm that day. She took a deep breath in before shading her eyes with her huge sunglasses. She was away from Greece, granted, but she didn't know how long it would be until Ahab sent spies into London to look for her. That was the same reason why she couldn't go to the palace, at least not until she was sure of what to do. She couldn't risk endangering Peter's life, or the life of anyone else in the palace. Yes, werewolves were strong, but Ahab - no matter how old he might be - was the grand master of witches. That meant, he was the most treacherous, sneaky, evil and wisest of them all - except her mother of course. Then again, even Athaliah had a lot to say about her leaving. As she pulled her luggage towards the entrance of the airport, where cabs waited for passengers, she couldn't help but replay her last conversation with her mother, before she took off. "You do not know what you're playing with. Do you think Ahab would sit s
"What?" Emily yelled out, she sprung up from her bed and rushed to meet Lancelot. Peter, who was seated beside her, rose up and rushed to his boss as well. "What's happening your grace?" He asked, scanning Lancelot's appearance. His boss was visibly shaking, while his facial features looked squeezed with rage. "The pasta, was poisoned...Roxanne." Emily's eyes widened with horror as she held on to Lancelot's shirt, tears gathered in her eyelids immediately. She did not want to believe her ears. "What do you mean by Roxanne? What's going on?"Peter sensed that something wasn't right. He drew Emily back from Lancelot's body and cuffed her in his arms. Lancelot stood straight before turning away from them, while Emily threw curses at him. If anything had happened to Roxanne, she would not hesitate to burn this entire palace to the ground, she swore it. "She's alive, come on, let's go." Lancelot said as he walked briskly out of the room. Relief washed over Peter, and Emily managed to