Catherine’s POV I stepped out onto the patio and my heart skipped when I saw Simon, sitting there, basking under the afternoon glow of the sunlight, glistening in white and his perfectly relaxed hair, that was brushed completely off his face. He had been avoiding me since the so called RACE he had with Alexander and honestly as much as things had gravitated with Alexander, I did miss Simon and the warm friendship we shared. “Simon,” I call out softly, relieved when he turned towards me. “Catherine,” He stood, trying to make an escape. I approach him, bridging the gap of his escape. “You’re really going to walk away from me like that?” I say, my soft eyes peering up at him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair nervously. Brushing his hand softly, I add. “I miss you Simon.” He breaks contact. “Come on Catherine, I don’t want any troubles.” “Troubles…” I let out a dramatic chuckle. “You are my friend Simon…you cared about me when no one else did. Whenever I nee
Alexander’s POVI stormed up the winding path to the Manor’s pool, my jaw clenched, anger grilling in my veins. I was not perturbed that Catherine had discovered Olivia’s allowance; I had never hidden my devotion to Olivia. Complicated as might be but Olivia was playing a dirty game sending the document to Catherine and I hated games.As I reached the pool, I saw Olivia emerging from the water, droplets spurting down her body, her blue bikini clinging to her like a second skin as she strutted to the lounger to grab a towel, I didn’t bother with pleasantries. I thrust the envelope toward her, my voice a low growl. “You sent this to Catherine?”Her eyes did not falter with a trace of surprise, confirming my suspicions. Olivia Clarke was playing games.“Hello to you too baby….have you made a new appointment for Spain?” She flashed an unbothered smile, starting to dry herself off .“When did you start playing games Olivia?” I sneer, my anger explicitly obvious.Olivia, unfazed, returned
Alexander’s POVI stumbled through the front door, my mind racing, heart pounding in my chest. I had come straight from the airport, on my way to go meet with Clifford Spanish partners but unable to shake the gnawing feeling that something was terribly wrong, I ditched my flight and headed back home.Simon had called to inform me that Catherine fainted and from that very second, I was thrown into a deep state of panic. A strangling feeling that I could not shake off. It was the first time I felt this way, this first time since Arthur brought news of the death of my parents. The depth of fear inside of me was undeniable proof that this rebel didn’t want to lose Catherine Kent.The last four weeks had felt like flying on clear skies. Except the regular dose of Catherine’s stubbornness, we hadn’t had any major quarrels since that night on the Patio and my move with the ULTRA stocks coupled with my cutting edge vision for Cliff, had drawn nearly all the board members to my side, except fo
Olivia’s POVOlivia’s POVPregnant?! Pregnant? How on earth could she have gotten pregnant? Impossible, I had made sure of it, I made damn sure that she would not, that she could not get pregnant. Unless…. Unless…the dreaded thought hijacked my mind as I stormed into the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, echoing my fury. The scent of Sunday Roast and simmering stew assaulted my nostrils, but my fury had a greater stench than Ophelia’s culinary skills. “Ophelia!" I barked, my voice slicing through the air like a whip. She jumped, nearly dropping the knife in her hand. She turned to face me, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.“Y-yes, ma'am?" She stammered, her hands trembling slightly.Oh you had better be, you had better be scared woman!I closed the distance between us in two quick strides, grabbing her by the collar of her uniform and yanking her close. "Explain to me," I hissed, my face inches from hers, "How the Pigeon got pregnant?”Ophelia's eyes wid
Catherine’s POVI do not want to lose you; he said, with the most genuine eyes and awry tone. The words played in my head all through the night and slipped into my dream and now waking up, it was the best feeling ever.I woke up to the soft, golden light of dawn streaming through the curtains. Stretching luxuriously, I stirred to reach for Alexander but my hands caress the empty space on the bed instead.Greedy you, my goddess taunts me.I open my eyes to examine the bed more thoroughly as if he could have been hiding somewhere underneath its sheets and I find a neatly folded note on his pillow. My heart skipped a beat as I picked it up, recognizing his familiar, elegant handwriting.“Catherine,I have had to leave early for an urgent business trip to Spain. I will be back in a few days. A smile crept across my lips as I read his words. Spain. Oh, so we are doing notes now. He had never left me a note before. Feeling giddy, I reach for my phone on my nightstand and quickly type out a
Simon’s POVI could not say I was out with Catherine because of my plan with Olivia, I was out with Catherine because I had missed our time out together. I had missed her laughter and the warmth of her soft blue eyes and with Alexander being on a trip, I could explore the entire night with her without restrictions and tonight, I intended to cross the invisible line that had always kept us apart.The lounge was dimly lit, the music pulsating through the air, creating a potent atmosphere. I ordered us a couple of drinks, scotch for myself and a Soda for her. Catherine seemed relaxed, more at ease than I had seen her in a while. She laughed at my lame jokes, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the neon lights.We soon took to the dance floor, the music guiding our movements. I kept her close, our bodies swaying together. She seemed to let go and release herself to the rhythm of the music. “Simon, thank you for bringing me…Being cooked up in the Manor, I forget there is an entire w
Alexander’s POVI sat in the meeting room, surrounded by my Spanish investors, trying to focus on the presentation at hand. But I couldn't. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the bombshell Olivia had dropped on me. Catherine had been fucking Simon. The words echoed in my head, each repetition feeling like a dagger in my chest.But I shouldn’t be bothered, the contract allows her to explore, just not within the Manor. But I asked him to stay away from her! Shit! Why the heck did it burn so much?The meeting dragged on, and I gave up trying to concentrate. I excused myself early, claiming an urgent personal matter, and booked the next flight back to Sussex. The hours in transit felt like an eternity, my thoughts racing with anger, betrayal, and disbelief.No one betrayed you Alexander, get a hold of yourself.I arrived the Manor late that night. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that only deep night brings. I headed straight for Simon's room, my steps heavy. Without knocking,
Catherine’s POVI stumbled back to my bedroom, my heart heavy with rage. My room felt cold and empty, I sank into the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I tried to hold myself together. But the weight of it all was too much. I buried my face in my hands and let the tears come, hot and angry. My sobs filled the room, each one a release of the pain and hatred that had built up inside me.How could he do this to me? He is a fucking brute, that is how. Did you expect anything different from him Catherine, Did you? Did he really think me that easy and lose, sleeping with him and Simon in the same breath. Fuck him!He disgusted me. Even the thought of him irked me, every affection I felt for him morphed into deep-seethed rage. I picked up my phone, my fingers hesitating for only a moment before I found his number. Adolpho. My ex-boyfriend. The one person I knew would come for me, no questions asked. The last time I called Lydia Kent, it was a bloody waste of my time.I dialed his number