Mr Anderson took about ten minutes trying to narrate to everyone why they shouldn't fight, he never wanted them to fight, recalling that the family conflict didn't just start that day, it was all because of his own father who made sure to favor some of his children.Giving some inheritance while he didn't give others, caused an unending fued. It was up to him to get rid of it. However, he never expected that it'd get to their grandchildren as well.Mr Anderson made orders for everyone to keep quiet and eat their meals, while a extra chair was set up for Lucy to sit on. She was sitting directly near Katrina, her nemesis. She was so furious, she hated everything about sitting closer to Katrina, she wished she had poison, she'd laced Katrina's meals with it. What hurts her the most was that her dearest husband didn't stop staring at Katrina, he kept glaring at her lustfully. Lucy tightened his fists on her fork and then she banged it hard on the dining table,causing a stare..Everyone
Katrina decided to walk outside the villa to grab a road cab. It was already getting dark and she wanted to see the kids before they went to bed. They'd be starting school soon, she wanted to spend more time with them before they would.She knew how occupied they were going to be, and the school didn't close until evening at six. She had only a few days to spend with her children before they all get busySince she was also slowly getting her fashion home ready, she couldn't wait to finish up the design for her new collection, Katrina also planned to host a mini fashion show to boost her audience and advertise her business.She knew how popular Dylan was and if she was to ask him to help her make adverts through his company, it would be as if she was ripping him off because they were married. She also didn't want to get him involved in her business, she wanted to be incharge of everything until the end There were rumors about her using him for his popularity but deep down, she wasn't,
Meanwhile Dylan had been so worried since he arrived with.the kids at the mansion. It's been over two hours, the kids had already gone to bed, but Katrina was nowhere to be seen.He was expecting her to come back over an hour ago, he was so worried and angry at himself at the same timeHe never should've let her stay back, knowing fully well that she was never loved at the mansion, he should've stayed back with her and brought her back to the mansion. He regretted everything all of a sudden, and wished that he never neglected her.He couldn't stop thinking that something might've happened to Katrina. Maybe someone's hurt her or she was forced to stay back. He immediately called her numbers but none were available, which increased his worries.Dylan called his spy and asked if he'd seen Katrina leaving the mansion which the man said he hadn't. It made him leave the mansion in his SUV, speeding and scabbarding through the dry streets, hurting back to the Anderson mansion to pick herHis
The gurney rattled against the floor as Dylan was being wheeled toward the private emergency unit by the nurses. Speckles of dry blooded crusted his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. With his eyes tightly shut, Dylan appeared nearly dead. About some minutes later, he was rushed from the emergency unit into the surgical room, where a group of surgeons were waiting on him.Katrina was pacing about the hospital waiting area restlessly, looking like a hot mess. Her eyes were bloodshot from incessant crying. The thought of Dylan dying was severely traumatizing and she couldn't imagine it. “Please, let him survive for me and the kids.” She muttered under breath as she pushed tears away from her eyes. With her eyes glued to the route that led to the surgical room, she could count how many times the doctors and nurses were trooping in and out of the surgical room where her beloved Dylan was lying unconscious, and being attended to.About two hours later Katrina felt achy in her leg for p
“K.. Katrina " Dylan's voice was a whisper.as he spoke. “How do you feel now?” She was touching the zigzag scar on his face, feeling worried and sorry for him at the same time.Dylan stared blankly into her eyes and softly whispered, “What happened to me?” Katrina clasped a hand over her mouth, feeling a wave of shock rumbling h. “Remember that night…you came to save—” “What night? What are you talking about?”For a few seconds, all Katrina could do was say a mental prayer over her husband. God, don't let him lose his memory. She thought, feeling her cheeks get wet.“You are crying, Katrina.” Dylan took her hand into his. “What are you not telling me?”“No, I am not crying.” She wiped away the tears. “I am fine. Absolutely.” It was obvious that Dylan only lost the memory of the sad event of that night, but he could recall who Katrina was and who the kids were. And for that she was grateful.Katrina inched closer to him, cupping his face in her palms. “I am happy that you are here f
Katrina was too deep in sleep to register Dylan's voice. Without a second thought Dylan lifted her up in his hands, took her inside the bedroom and laid her down. “Good night, Katrina.” He whispered softly and turned away. He went to the balcony and grabbed a seat. With his eyes slightly tilted, he stared blankly into openness as he thought about his life lately. Katrina. The kids. His boring life had changed into a more meaningful one since he found Katrina and the kids. He smiled thinly as he felt grateful for it. A beep from his phone broke into his thoughts and he didn't hesitate to grab it from the table. Who could have been messaging at this time? His mouth fell into a big O as he saw the name of the person who had texted him. It was Simon Mickelson; his grandfather who raised him, the man he feared most in the entire universe.Even though what he was requesting Dylan to do from the text message seemed hard, Dylan didn't dare think otherwise. Simon Mickelson was requesting Dyla
The moment Dylan stepped outside the office, he heaved a heavy breath of relief, finding his way down the empty dimly lit hallway. He continued to think about the offer his grandfather had given to him, tightening his fists in rage, if only he could show that man a piece of him mind.Dylan was so infuriated, he couldn't wait to get back to the mansion to see Katrina send the kids. Whenever he was this angry and frustrated, seeing them cool him down.Dylan took a few more steps before he noticed that he was being followed. He continued, ignoring whoever it was since the person was unable to face him, he assumed that the man was an abject coward.Dylan continued until he felt someone place his hands on his shoulder,pressing it deeply. He quickly turned, grabbed the man's arms and twisted it.“Let go of me, Dylan!” He grunted angrily, pushing Dylan off him. Elias saw the angry face of his cousin who wished that he could give him a hard punch on the face. They hated each other, so he wasn
While speeding down the highway in his car, Dylan got a text message from Katrina regarding the interior designers he employed to get a job done in her office. He suddenly diverted his drive to face the road leading to Katrina's company Dylan went in a full speed and in no time, he arrived there. As soon as he walked into the place, he witnessed the designers carrying out their jobs. The new furnitures he paid for were also set to be delivered into the offices and design room Dylan carefully observed in order to know what exactly he needed to buy to make the place completely for Katrina's use. He had it in mind to buy her some industrial seeming machine and others that were used for designs. Golden mannequins and also cloth racks.He quickly logged into his schedule app and set a reminder so he'd go there tomorrow with his assistant to get them. As he .ase his way towards her office, one of the interior designers noticed his presence and he quickly greeted, catching the attention i
Dylan was filled with rage as he walked into Mr. Gerald Mickelson's room. Never did anyone think he would be this angry with his own grandfather.Not until this moment, that he barged into the house looking all worked up and extremely angry with his grandfather. He had thought there would be maybe a strong chemistry between his grandfather and Katrina.Perhaps, so he thought, they would try to bond so well. But what he didn't know was the fact that things would get this messy. Messy to a state that he would have to be in the middle of both his dad and wife, Katrina.And now that things had gotten to this level, he decided to speak to his dad, if not for anything, he wanted Katrina to be respected and treated as a part of the family and not just as the mother of his kids.When she brought up the idea of divorce, he became certain that things would never work out, and he was very mad at his grandfather, since he knows he's the only one who would pull off something like this.The maids a
Katrina twisted her face sadly,her eyes roamed all over the room for the tenth time. Everything seemed very displeasing to her. Right now, she wished she could change everything that had happened, if not for anything, for the sake of her children.She wallowed more in pain when her head rang with pain. She tried to sit but only groaned painfully. As much as she tried to forget everything happening around her, she was too broken to let it go, too hurt to think of other things.She weaved her eyes spontaneously towards the door, and her eyes caught a glimpse of Dylan. She hissed, rolled her eyes, and tried to turn to the other side of the bed with Mr. Gerald Mickelson's words constantly ringing in her ears.When she gazed at him the second time, she couldn't help but let every one of Mr. Gerald Mickelson's words stick into her heart. She had wished she didn't have to be an illegitimate child; she had wished things were different, and that way, maybe, just maybe, she would be accepted in
The next day at the office, Katrina had a really hectic one. The mannequins Dylan ordered were brought, including the sewing and designing machineries.So, Katrina had to put them in place. It was a really busy Moment for her, she even had to cancel so many of her meetings and focus on what she was doing at the moment. She knew for sure that she'd close late from the office so she informed Dylan beforehand.Dylan promised to pick her up once he was also done at the office.Katrina and Dylan were so hardworking and they still managed to find time for their kids. Katrina watched as the mannequins were placed beside each other at the display room so she counted them all. There were about a hundred of them.Katrina was stunned at how intentional Dylan was concerning her, she even managed to check the prices per one online. They were highly expensive, she didn't even know how else to pay him back for his kindness.Katrina was super excited to see her fashion house slowly becoming a reality
The sun rays escaped into the room through the little opening on the golden linen curtains, and it hit directly on Dylan's face. The moment he opened his eyes, he quickly looked at the other side of the bed searching for Katrina who was not in bed.He had felt her absence, making him curious to know where she was. He got up and wrapped a robe around his body heading outside the bedroom. Just as he reached the door, he noticed it push open and Katrina walked inside with a tray and two mugs containing hot coffee.She'd woken up earlier and head to the kitchen in order to prepare a meal for them to eat, but when she got to the kitchen she realized that there was no groceries except coffee so she made some for them since they both had alcohol last night.Katrina made her way to the drawer where she kept the tray on top. She moved closer to Dylan and gave him a kiss on the lips briefly, but he wanted more. He grabbed her waist and hugged her to himself, their skin slammed on each other sof
When they got back to the mansion, Dylan helped Katrina relieve the pain on her face using a cold water compress and a salve. She was grateful for his help but still tried to talk him out of his decision to cut off those men's limbs The thoughts of it scares her to the core and made her so uncomfortable. Katrina stared into Dylan's eyes, they were cold, more than they used to be.Clearly, he was so enraged, thinking of what she'd gone through in the hands of those perverts. Katrina also found out that Dylan had the houses in that areas burned down Incase they'd already taken her naked pictures and hid it somewhere so they'll all get destroyed.Dylan got up from the bed after he was done with giving Katrina her treatments. She tried to say something to him but he already left the bedroom heading outside without looking back or making a stop.Katrina was worried about Dylan, he was someone who didn't know how to manage his emotions except using violence. Katrina felt lost at the moment
Katrina arrived at the cafe about ten minutes later, she looked around going to recognize her potential client. The man sent his picture for her easy recognition but then she realized that none of the people there looked like him.Katrina wasn't in the mood to play games, although his offer seemed to good to be truth, she believed in it and accepted. But right now it was all looking like a scam.She turned back trying to leave , since she had a lot to do at the office, she didn't want to waste her time right there.Upon reaching the exit of the cafe, she saw a man approaching where she stood, near her car. She was silently staring at him, scanning him properly to ensure that she wasn't mistaking the identity “Miss Katrina?” He called out to her.“It's Mrs Mickelson to you, sir” she responded rudely, seeing him as one of the people in the society who never saw her as the wife of Dylan. Katrina frowned even after he apologized to her.“Can we please go inside and discuss now?” He sai
During the night after Katrina had completely settled down, she wore a flimsy nightwear and took a stroll outside the mansion.The evening breeze was cold and it brushed her hair backwards, she rubbed her shoulders gently, trying to calm the chills passing through her body.As soon as she reached outside, she stood near the veranda, staring up at the moon, leaning her left shoulder against the walls. Katrina couldn't stop thinking about what Dylan had narrated to her at the office concerning visiting his family soonEven though she had expected this moment to come earlier, she didn't think that it would be such a big deal until now when Dylan explained to her how bad his relationship with the family was.It all falls into how she was going to manage her relationship with them. According to Dylan, his grandfather was the main character and a hard nut to crack. She would somehow have to find out how to loosen his nut so it could favor her and the children. As it is, she was already fac
Dylan puts down the chop board and he proceeded to take an apron from he stand. Meanwhile Jeremy was at the living room sorting out his assignments, Joanna joined him in the kitchen.Although she barely knew how to cook, she could recall some of the foods her mother cooked for them back at Germany. Joanna narrated everything that she'd witnessed in Germany, how her mother struggled to get a job before registering for fashion school..The little girl seemed so proud of her mother, she had a lot of things to tell Dylan. Her stories made the cooking super slow but Dylan didn't mind, he loved keeping companies with her, she was a very genius kid and very talkative.Dylan tried to think and compare whom she took after. He knew that it was definitely not him, he was never a talkative in any period of his life. Not as a kid or growing up. Definitely it was Katrina, she would be the talkative one. Thinking about it, he smiled.Soon, dinner was done and served at the dining room. Dylan was a
While speeding down the highway in his car, Dylan got a text message from Katrina regarding the interior designers he employed to get a job done in her office. He suddenly diverted his drive to face the road leading to Katrina's company Dylan went in a full speed and in no time, he arrived there. As soon as he walked into the place, he witnessed the designers carrying out their jobs. The new furnitures he paid for were also set to be delivered into the offices and design room Dylan carefully observed in order to know what exactly he needed to buy to make the place completely for Katrina's use. He had it in mind to buy her some industrial seeming machine and others that were used for designs. Golden mannequins and also cloth racks.He quickly logged into his schedule app and set a reminder so he'd go there tomorrow with his assistant to get them. As he .ase his way towards her office, one of the interior designers noticed his presence and he quickly greeted, catching the attention i