Daniel spends all day since his talk with Clarke to find Alissa and Hope. He has so many words for her, so many apologies right from the things he had said to the action he has committed. He uses all his resources to find her and Randy has been working hard for days since she was missing yet not one response has been received. How can two individuals, a petite woman with a young daughter is so hard to find? New York isn’t that big especially when he has billions of dollars of money to find his family but seeing how good they have been disappearing, Daniel has the only person to suspect. He drove all the way to Jersey and arrive alone in front of the huge Spanish-style mansion. He rang the doorbell and hear barks from inside. As soon as the door opens, a maid in her French uniform but of course, an elderly woman reveals herself but Daniel was quick to shove his way into the house. “Alissa! Alissa! Hoppy, baby. Where are you?” He shouted their
Alissa stood up from her chair and she move her head to see that everyone around them was staring at them. Daniel with his messy looks and staring at her so intensely makes her heart and her jaws drop. She gritted her teeth as she approaches him closer. “What the heck are you doing here yelling like a mad man? Can’t you see people watching you?” Daniel shook his head, getting close to Alissa, and pull both of her hands to his. She was surprised by his sudden act and just stare at him, concern welling in her eyes.
It’s been three days since Alissa was brought back home and the home she was referring to was a modern mansion/ranch in Walker County that was owned by Daniel. Huge farm but she was currently resting at the mansion next to it, treated like a queen while Hope, a princess that she was to Daniel was having a great day, EVERY SINGLE DAY visiting the farm animal and playing with horses and the chickens all day. It surprises her that Daniel seems to be familiar with farm life, caring for the animals as if he has done it so many times before. She have always thought that he was the kind of boss that just stays in AC‘s room all day without a sweat on sight unless it was to maintained his marble abs but other than that, she didn’t think a Walton would literally get their hands dirty with manure and, fur. Unable to stand a minute longer in her room, she decides to go out and check on Daniel and Hope at the farm. She puts on her new brown boots with long sweat pants alongside a
Two months passed Alissa, where are you? You’re going to be late! Alissa, you better not get that dress messy! It’s the biggest day of your life, for God's sake! Again! Alissa, baby? Are you okay? Alissa, the cake looks amazing, you should see it! Text after text after the text was sent to her phone and Alissa just stare at it and click on the button on the right side of her Samsung A80. The power was temporarily switched off and her phone was on silent mode. She puts her phone in her purse and sat on the soft grass in front of her mother and son's grave, brushing her hand over the marbled headstone and on the engraving written... “In loving memory of Erika Annalisa Perez and grandson, a dear mother, grandmother beloved son and grandson Be still, close your eyes, breathe, listen for my footfall, in your heart, we
The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks. When his father gave him an ultimatum which is to marry or having his inheritance taken away from him, Clarke Walton decides to marry El who seems to be desperate enough to abide by his words and rules if it would helps to keep her mother’s foundation alive. Not only was he crazy attracted to her, he was determine to make her his wife. Heart, body and soul despite how frustrating she can be. When El's life becomes a target, Clarke was determine to protect his Indian goddess at all cost, even if it means putting hi
Clarke was planning something big, something nasty and something shitty for Daniel once he returns to office. The nerve of him to leave all the paper works and reports to be done that ended up piling over his desk with some fell down on the desk was killing him. He was ticking, ready to explode anytime soon and the rest of the people in the office knows that and afraid to see him in fear of being scolded and shout at.Gregory walks up to him and slam few more files on his desk and Clarke slams his palm on the opened file.“What the hell is this?”Gregory frowned at him while displaying a mischievous smile that made Clarke more annoyed.“Checklist, for the shipments to Simons. You need to sign them and check all the materials that is available in the grey file by today.”“Why the heck you only give it to me now, then? I have more things to do!”Gregory smirked. “Well, I have other things to manage as well so tough luck. No choice but to be fast, don't you think so?”Clarke scoff at him.
Clarke moves forward, “You telling me you are Christine Carrington's sister? Like, legit sister?” “Yes, and why does that bother you?” She replied angrily. “No, it doesn’t. It’s just that, you two don’t even look alike.” She scoffed at him. “Yeah, and I heard about you and your twin too. The same face, different hair, and eye color so yeah, not all siblings look alike, idiot.” Ouch “That wasn’t necessary, you know? You come here demanding something but you sure don’t act nice about it. Is this how you handle yourself in a democracy?” “Speaks for yourself. Your feelings got hurt and by being petty, you literally throw a family to live on the street. Where is your conscience in that?” Clarke sighed. He couldn’t believe that he was stuck with handling Daniel’s issue and worst of all, his first time meeting a woman of his dreams other than Alissa is going really bad and it’s not even his fault. Life sure is unfair. “Look, as far as I know, Christine doesn’t have a sister. Let alo
Staring at both of his parents’ who was eating casually, without a worry in the world while sitting at the same table with Clarke who had met them the second time after making an entry about a few months ago was definitely an awkward occasion. They were first shock and a little angry with the fact that he might have come back just to bother Alissa and Daniel but seeing how both of them are okay with him now, his parents are okay as well.So much for mummy cooking while she sat there with her fancy polka dotted dress and her hair tied in a neat bun while their maids walking around them, refilling any plates and drinks despite Clarke just staring ahead and haven’t touched his food.It just didn’t feel good for him. It feels.... awkward.It all started when he enters from the front door and his father who sat on the wheel chair smiling and calling out to him to bent down and hug him. Again, an odd gesture seeing he wasn’t like that before but he had heard f
So far, the two whole weeks Hope stayed at the Walton’s mansion; was the best week she has ever experienced. Day by day, she would meet Kinsley and she was glad that his bruises were beginning to heal, especially when she sneaked some medication from the maids who were also aware of what his father had done but didn’t seem to care that much. At least the maid, Ana was kind enough to give Hope that but made her a promise to not let anyone know or else she will get in trouble for giving a first aid kit bag and paracetamol to another 10-year-old. It did seem to help Kinsley and when Hope introduced Alissa to him, Kinsley’s father was there too and he looked concerned by how close Hope was with his son. Pretty hard to believe that the thinning hair with pot belly man who claims to be his father was even related to Kinsley. The only thing similar between them was their moss-green eyes. Alissa is suspicious of the mark on Kinsley’s face, exactly what Hope is hoping for her to see b
ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨🚨🚨GOOD NEWS!... At least for those who enjoy the series that is. I have decided to write a follow up stories, sequel if you may under the Broken series and this time, Imma focus on the third generation of the Walton's family and I am delighted to start with our little Hoppy baby😍Updates starts everyday start from 1st October but if I miss one day, please be kind. I have a full time job to commit as well but of course, I will try my best to deliver on time.If Hope stories goes well, I will continue with the other kids or maybe other generations of Walton family or connected family at least.I hope you will enjoy the series and im starting with the prologue down here. Stay tune and take care guysYours Truly DIANA WOLFE...**Synopsis**Hope Walton knew the first time she met the scrawny boy with bruises on his body and the brightest blue eyes ever, he would hold her heart and forever be his to own.Even when her parents adopted Kinley James and made him her adop
A/N: This is the last chapter, you guys. Thank you for being such great support all this time and I am beyond grateful to each and every one of you. I apologize if my work might not be as good as you want it too. I promise that I will grow an be better at it and make more novels to entertain you. God bless and please stay safe. Love, Diana ... The Walton family gathering was a huge affair indeed. Not only the Walton’s family was there, but socialites from all over the world were also present to meet the powerful family and Alice never thought that she would be a part of that. Even her dressed was chosen from the finest designer with the best dress available for all of the Walton’s sons and daughters. Her own was from the Atelier Versace Fall Winter 2020 Collection. A gorgeous orange dress that has an intricate back and the sparkly fabrics just made her feel like a princess. A sexy one at that. Thankfully the marks that Ryan had inflicted on her chest has faded a little and a littl
“What the fuck are you talking about? Sister-in-law? A..are you Harry’s brother?” Ryan applauds playfully and inches lower to face her. “Smart. Very smart. Yes, I am Harry’s brother. I mean, step-brother. Illegitimate, step-brother. Yeah, I was surprised as you are when my mom told me that back when I was 13. Shock the shit out of me because everyone in the UK knows how powerful the Walton family was. I didn’t hesitate to find him just to let him know that I was his son because I had a crappy, abusive, good-for-nothing excuse of a mom. Right when I finally found the big guy, you what he says to me? He told me that I was lying, how my mom was lying and we were all a bunch of street low life that wants nothing but scares up reach folks like him. He knew my mom alright but just like London, he chose to leave me in the hands of my crazy ma and never to be seen again. He was a rotten fool and when I finally had enough, I left.”
"Alice. Wake up, baby. You don’t want to miss this entertainment do you?.”The vaguely familiar voice penetrated through the shroud of fury, pulling Alice back up from the void as if hooking me with a line of clarity.“Come back to me, Alice...” Coldness seeped through her shirt to her skin where a hand touched her. She slowly opens her eyes and squinted at the when the light was too bright for her.Once she got accustomed to the brightness, she was finally able to identify the stench of rust and water dripping from the darkroom.She finds herself surrounded by a log interior with deer antlers on the wall but the light around them shows how messy the room was. Junks scatters on the floor and dust with cobwebs made the room stuffy.
A/N: This chapter is a little unedited. Will complete it once I finish 2 more chapters....A constant ringing of her doorbell made Emily beyond pissed. To be b bothered while she was in the midst of business made her grip her fist and ready to slap whoever’s dares to bother her so rudely.Her home wasn't just any other homes in New York. She was living in a half-million-dollar penthouse and to be bothered like this makes her wonder how useless the security guard in the premise is to allow such disrespectfulness.Her anger made her refuse to peek through the hole in her door. She quickly opens the electronic door and all her red emotions just melt into ice. More like those ices melt and fall on her head.Right in front of her was both Alice and her friend Giselle, staring at her angrily and both breathing hard. Before she could close the door or block them, Alice forces herself in and Emily staggers back.Emily quickly turns her gaze t
Alice stands in front of Harry, adjusting his coat and shirt while their maids slowly bringing his working suitcase into the car. There was even a small lunch box prepared for him and the sight of it just tickle his guts.Harry laughed. “ That lunch box will make the boys laugh at me. I’m not a kid, Alice.”“Yeah?” She snorted. “Well, you got a wife that cares about your well being and about what you eat in that office of yours, surrounded by nothing but junk food and dairy shit. I mean, do you even have lunch shops every single day??”“ I don’t actually. When you’re a billionaire, it’s pretty nice to have the ridiculous amount of restaurants around New York that I can go to. I doubt my client enjoys going to restaurants with....what’s that again? Junk food and dairy shit.”“Sure but a lunch made from your lovely ol' wife is better than any of that, don’t you t
“So... how were you and mom today? Did you two had a good time gossiping?”Alice rolled her eyes at him but smiling when that happens.“We weren’t gossiping. Just like how you and dad weren’t gossiping about football. That is so sexist.”Harry chuckled. “What so sexist about me asking my wife what she and my mother talk about? Chatting is like gossip and gossip is like… when you talk about someone. You did, didn’t you?”Alice took a sip of her orange juice and Harry laugh. Stretching his legs and folded them with his back leaning on the sofa near the fireplace.“Who was it? Tell me, I’m dying to know. Can you imagine mom used to do that with me when I was a kid? I could've sworn that she wanted a daughter but poor ol' me, I was a good enough substitute I guess.”Alice laughed and slowly made his way to sit on his lap. She even hears him groan and he spread his leg
“So, how are you and Harry going along?”Alice sips on her warm tea and returns her gaze to her mother-in-law.“Oh, we are going along great. We’re doing fine, Eva.”She just grinned at Alice and nodded.“You can tell me, Alice. Even though I’m not your biological mother, you know I love you like you were my own, don’t you?”Alice stares at her for quite some time, debating about what to tell her since she obviously knows nothing so to tell her the truth is not an option. Eva would get a heart attack if she knows what his son did. It was time to come up with something different.“I know. It’s just that... it’s complicated. A bit of a fight but nothing much. Normal couple stuff.”Eva glared at her suspiciously for a second and sighed. She looks pretty disappointed.“Alright. If you don’t want to tell me about what’s going on, then I u