With her eyes hidden behind the dark glasses she wore, Samantha Kingsley-Cameron remained standing on her spot as she watched the priest blessed the casket one last time.
The casket that contains the body of her late husband, Maxwell Cameron.
When the priest was done, Samantha took a step forward and brought the white rose she has been holding to her lips and kissed it lovingly. She then placed the rose on top of coffin and then bent down to kiss the coffin one last time, her forehead resting briefly before finally standing up straight.
Goodbye, my darling Maxwell, she thought as she watched others placed roses on top as well.
“Sam?”
Samantha looked up and turned at the sound of her name. She saw Maxwell’s daughter approached her with a concerned look on her face.
“You’ve been sitting here for the past two hours since the funeral was over. We were looking for you at the reception hall,” Arabella Cameron-Grant said patiently. She took a seat beside her and placed a hand on Samantha’s clasped ones on her lap. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay,” Sam responded gently. “I can’t bear the thought of going home yet.”
“I’m sure dad would not like the idea of you staying out here longer,” Ara reprimanded lightly. “You know how he hates funerals.”
Sam only smiled wryly.
“He always said that to me whenever we attend one on his friends,” she whispered. She looked back at the ground that is now covered with earth. “He could have lived longer. He was doing well before I took that very quick toilet break.”
“Don’t blame yourself, Sam. You had never left his side since he got admitted,” Ara chided gently. “I think it’s some way for dad in letting us know that he doesn’t want us by his side as he took his last breath.”
“Everything okay?”
The two looked up and saw Vincent Cameron, Maxwell’s son.
“Do you want me to stay at the house tonight?” Ara asked.
Sam shook her head and finally stood up. “I’m going to be fine,” she assured softly as she blew one last kiss towards the grave. She stopped when she saw some press people, pointing their cameras at them before turning back to them with a bitter smile. “I guess they’re having the time of their lives. I could imagine the headlines tomorrow.”
Vincent turned towards that direction and frowned darkly.
“Let it go, Vince,” Ara said firmly. “I’m calling your driver to bring the car around this side. Are your sure you’re going to be, okay?”
Sam nodded.
One Month Later…
Jackson Harolds looked across the table inside the conference room of Cameron Elite Holding’s CEO floor level as the attending persons took their seats.
“It’s good to see all of you doing well,” he commented gently. “Maxwell was a dear friend and losing him I’m sure for you has left a gap.”
Samantha remained silent while Vincent only grunted.
“I’m pretty sure you have an idea why I have you here today,” Jackson continued as he reached for the envelope in front of him, pulling out the contents inside. He placed the paper in front of him and looked down at it. “As instructed by Maxwell, I will be reading his last will and testament one month after his death.”
“I, Maxwell Cameron, of sound and disposing mind and acting not under any influence or intimidation by anyone, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament,” Jackson began to read out clearly. “To my grandchildren, Joseph Cameron, Atasha Cameron, Maxwell Cameron, Jr, Lucilla Cameron-Wright, Jessica Cameron-Wright and Henry Cameron-Wright, I give and bequeath to each of you One Million Dollars, which I hope you will use and invest wisely and1% share in Cameron Elite Holdings. For those, who has not reached the age of 18, I entrust their parents will do what is best for them.”
“To my children, Vincent Cameron and Arabella Cameron-Wright, I bequeath to you 12% share each in Cameron Elite Holdings, the personal bank accounts attached to your name and equal shares to Cameron Capital, Inc and the assigned lands and mansions attached herewith,” Jackson continued. “To my beloved and cherished, wife, Samantha Kingsley-Cameron, I leaved you with the remaining percentage of Cameron Elite Holdings, Cameron Towers, our personal joint bank accounts, the beach house at The Black Coral Coastline, the remaining real estates and the townhouse at Lavender Street.”
Jackson continued to read up to the end and after some time, he finally took his leave, shaking each hand of the family members.
“You must be dancing with glee inside, right now,” Lucilla scoffed angrily, staring at Samantha with hatred. “Congratulations, Samantha! You finally achieved your goal!”
“Lucilla!” Arabella reprimanded her daughter angrily. “That’s way out of line.”
“Oh, come on, Mom! Don’t tell me you still believed that she married grandpa for love!” Lucilla shot back. “Remember what you asked me when I first took you home at the main mansion? You asked how much the mansion’s worth! Little did I know you were planning to seduce my grandfather.”
Samantha only stared at Lucilla painfully, her best friend when she went to university and now turned enemy when she married Maxwell.
“That’s enough, Lucilla!” Vincent said as he stood up and looking at his niece angrily. “I’m sure that your grandfather made it clear with us before he married Sam that she did not seduce him!”
“I’m sure she was spawning her web for him to say that,” came the icy voice from Atasha, who is sitting beside Maxwell, Jr and both are giving her hating looks. She stood up when their father turned to look at them angrily. “Spare us the lecture, dad. I’m not going to waste my time on her. One thing’s for sure, she will never get my support for any deals she will be making for the company.”
The rest of the children then stood up and went out without looking back at Sam except for sixteen-year-old Jessica and Vincent’s oldest son, Joseph.
“Sam, I’m so sorry,” Ara apologized profusely.
Samantha only gave her an assured smile, something that she has been giving quite a lot since Maxwell’s death. “I don’t blame them and you know that,” she answered softly. She turned when Jessica, only went to her and gave her a hug. “Thanks, Jess.”
“You’re still the best, Sammie,” Jessica beamed. She then turned to her mother. “May I be excuse? I have to study for an exam tomorrow.”
“I’ll call the driver to wait for you at front.”
“I’ll go with her,” Joseph assured.
When the three were finally alone, Samantha looked at them.
“I could talk with Jackson to have the stocks transferred in your name,” she said softly. “All I ask is for the beach house, where I can peacefully stay until my time.”
Vincent looked at her in surprised.
“Sam, dad gave them to you,” he insisted firmly but gently. He sat across Arabella and let out a deep sigh. “Please don’t let what the children did get to you. You have rights and honestly, you are the perfect majority shareholder for the main company. Ara and I don’t have the patience that you have.”
“And besides that, Sam, you also worked hard in the company,” Ara added. “You didn’t just stay at home. You worked your ass off, even much more than us. Who made those billion-dollar deals in the last three years? You did, despite all the obstacles you encountered.”
Sam only remained silent as she stared at the documents that Jackson had left for her.
“We know that it’s going to be a daunting task for you,” Vincent commented after a while. “But Ara and I are here and I’m sure the kids will come around soon.”
“I’m pretty sure the board meeting will be in uproar this coming Friday,” Sam finally said.
Ara grinned at her statement.
“I can just imagine Felix Conroy’s face,” she chuckled. “He has always been your number fan, Sam.”
“I’m his number one pain in the ass, you mean,” Sam replied back with a smile. “Well, I think it’s time that Felix learns to get along with me if he wants to retain his seat. I’m sure that both of us can work something out.”
“That’s our Sam,” Vincent praised proudly. “And, remember, Joseph’s working in his office and you know how my son’s mind works. Conroy won’t be able to manipulate him.”
“Joseph can work in my office if ever Felix will let him go,” Sam assured.
“Don’t worry, Jo can take care of himself,” Vincent replied as he stood up when Sam did. “If ever things go bad, rest assured that I will let you know.”
Sam smiled up at him and turned towards Ara, giving her a hug.
“Thank you for everything,” she said meaningfully.
Ara placed a hand on her cheek gently and smiled. “There’s nothing to thank for, Sam,” she responded earnestly. “I know that it’s a weird setup for all of us. We’re old enough to be your parents. But it doesn’t change the fact that dad spent his few remaining years happy and content. Don’t worry. Whatever happens in the future, Vince and I will always be there for you.”
One panel of the heavy wooden doors pushed opened quietly from the other side and a middle age woman with her dark hair tied up neatly into a bun enter, holding her Ipad and two folders. She pushed her glasses to the top of her nose as she approached the elegant wooden design executive desk, situated in the center of the office with large windows behind, with the view of the city skyline, now showing its violet hues, signifying the early signs of the evening on a Thursday.The swivel chair turned soundlessly as her footsteps approached.“Mrs. Cameron is the single, largest shareholder of Cameron Elite Holdings at 51% as well as Cameron Towers,” Joana Rollins reported patiently, placing the two folders down and occupying one chair in front. “The rest of the family in total had 30% of the share. Cameron Capital went equally to the two children.”Damian Aidan McLaren only remained silent as he opened one folder that contained the report that she had printed for him. He read through the p
Two years later…Vincent and Arabella Cameron went out of the car and closed the doors quietly. They stared down at the modern, contemporary beach house that was built several hundred feet above the beach. The architect that was hired had made sure that the house will not only be enjoying the panoramic view but also the natural ventilation and lighting as well as the function of the spaces.“I wouldn’t mind exiling myself here, if I may say. No wonder Sam won’t give this up,” Arabella commented as they walked towards the entrance and saw Sam’s personal car at the garage. She turned to her brother. “Are you sure that about the plan we, both talked?”“Not really,” Vincent answered calmly. “But, as what we had promised her, we will tell her everything.”“Did Damian say when he will be coming when he called you?”Vincent shook his head.“I didn’t bother asking him,” he replied seriously. “Who knows? He might be already here, checking out the property and probably investigating Sam’s backg
Samantha placed her keys on a small crystal bowl and sat on the couch, sighing contentedly on a Monday afternoon. She smiled gratefully when Hannah placed a glass of water on the center table before walking off.She heard her phone rang and she looked at the screen before answering the call.“I just arrived,” she answered after saying hello to Ara. “Do you want to come over? Hannah’s making her famous Chicken Curry.”“I’m still at the office reviewing some contracts,” Ara responded. “I just called to check if you have arrived at the townhouse.”“I arrived right before lunch but met with Francine to check on the shelter before eating,” Sam answered as she gently took off her shoes and massaged her feet, tired from walking around the mall with her best friend. “She’s sending over a pregnant dog for me to foster until she has her puppies.”“I’m sure that she’s one lucky mama,” Ara mused with a smile in her voice. “Just don’t tell Jess or she’ll be begging me to letting her stay there unt
If Sam wasn’t used to all the insults and name-calling she received, she would have jumped at her feet and shouted at him and slapping him like crazy. But over the years since she married Maxwell and with his nurturing, Sam managed to suppress her anger as well as her expression for situations like she is facing now.“How much is what?” She asked calmly. “For someone like you, Mr. McLaren, you don’t elaborate much on things, do you? What is it that you’re asking me for?”Damian’s eyes narrowed at her response.“For an expert woman like you, it’s surprising that you haven’t caught on yet. Or perhaps you’re playing?” he sneered dryly as he stood up and walked around his desk, leaning on it while facing her. “How much do you want in exchange for your shares on Cameron Elite Holdings, Mrs. Cameron? I can be very generous if the need arises.”Sam let out a short laugh.“Wherever did you get the idea that I’m selling my shares?” She asked with a smile. “Perhaps you should fire your PI and h
Damian Adrian McLaren is in a foul mood. He rarely shows it in public, but tonight the man, who is talking to him started to stutter on his words when the over six feet man threw him a dark glare before taking a drink from his glass.His eyes travelled towards the entry way and watched as the peak window of guests arriving has started. He stayed by his location as he scrutinized the arrivals briefly and his mood further darkened when the person that he is looking forward to see has not yet arrived.“Waiting for your date?” Jacob Winthrope, his good friend asked when he noted Damian looking at the entry from time to time. “You’ve been watching the entrance consistently. Is Vittoria coming to join you?”“She has more important things than come here and socialize,” Damian answered flatly. “I have a score to settle with someone tonight.”Jacob stared at him curiously but before he could ask, Damian turned his back to him and started walking towards the direction of the entrance, where it
Samantha subtly rolled her shoulders, getting rid of the stiffness from sitting straight throughout the event. She felt Darren’s hand on her left shoulder, kneading it gently and she gave him a grateful smile.“Thanks,” she whispered, finally feeling some relief from the tension she has all night. “Funny thing is, I should be used to this already. All the scorn and hatred. But why does it still feel like the first time?”Darren gave him an assured smile.“Because they’re jerks, Sam,” he answered, casually moving his hand to her right. From the observers’ standpoint, the two of them looked to be in a public display of affection that drew some frown and whispers. “And what can we say? We’re good actors.”Vanessa Wright, their good friend chuckle at that statement.“Those idiots just want something new to talk about, Sam,” she added as she lightly adjusted the necklace Sam is wearing until she is satisfied of its position. She gave her an encouraging smile. “It’s been more than a year si
The entire audience gasped at the sudden turned of events.Sam turned towards the voice and to her dread realized that it was Damian McLaren who outrageously upped the bid by ten million. She stopped herself from biting her lip and gripping her fists in anger.However, he looked as calm and composed when he won the item she donated a while. A smiled appeared on his face when the spotlight was turned towards him, and then shrugging nonchalantly. The gesture depicts as if the amount is nothing and he does it all the time.That feeling didn't sit well with Sam and she started to get suspicious on his intent.Recollection of the what she believed was a warning he whispered to her a while ago filled her mind.“Looks like we have a new serious bidder here with us!” The auctioneer exclaimed enthusiastically and he quickly escorted Sam away from the Spencers and led her to him. “Would you like to take a closer look, Mr. McLaren?”Damian stood up when they approached him and touched the neckla
Sam, walked around the huge exhibit gallery with high ceiling and large windows, the lights dim but bright enough to appreciate the artworks placed on the walls and easels.When the gala was finally over and the band took over to start the party, Sam immediately turned to Darren. “I can go home ahead,” she said softly. “You need to stay here and mingle around, Dar.”“I’m not staying long,” Darren answered and he looked at Vanessa, who is talking to someone she knew and is asking her to dance. “Listen. I booked Gallery C that’s just across this room for you to go around. They have some nice artworks that I’m sure you will love and want. Take note of the items you want and I’ll take care of it.”“You don’t have to do that,” Sam insisted lightly.“Yes, I do,” Darren countered after Vanessa excused herself from them after saying she’ll go home with them together as well after some few dances. He helped her up and started to walk towards the side doors. “Mom just texted, over the moon that
Damian handed his bag to one of his bodyguards and a box to one household staff with instructions, as he went out from his car on an early Wednesday night and proceeded towards the entrance at Stratham. He immediately took off his coat, unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt and loosen his tie.“Where’s my wife?” He asked when Winston greeted him while checking his phone. “How is she doing? Has she eaten?”“At the garden by the pool, sir,” Winston replied. “Madam barely ate her lunch but I convinced her to eat the fruit bowl I gave this afternoon.”“We’ll have dinner in an hour with guests. Frederick already coordinated with the chef,” Damian informed, nodding at the butler’s response. He pocketed his phone after answering a message. “Call him as well. I had him do something and needs to coordinate with you.”“Right away, Mr. McLaren,” Winston answered.Damian then headed towards the glass doors and pushed it open, his eyes searching for Sam. He found her sitting by one of the loun
Sam heard her phone ringing as Damian handed his card to the waiter after they are done with their meal. She reached for it inside her purse and saw Vivian calling her, showing it to Damian before answering.“Vivian, is anything wrong?” Sam asked after answering the call.“Madam, we are on our way to the vet right now,” Vivian answered calmly. “There’s something wrong with Gunny. I already informed Mr. McLaren’s driver so he can immediately take you there.”She gripped her phone, her face turning pale.“Everything okay with Gunny?” Damian asked.Sam shook her head, abruptly standing up and grabbing her purse. Tears started to well up around her eyes that her husband immediately noticed that he stood up as well and took her hand, heading out of the dining room.After giving instructions to one of his men to take care of their billing, he quickly ushered Sam to the car, who is already waiting for them.“Here,” Damian offered, handing his handkerchief to her.Sam took it and wipe her eye
Damian watched Sam as she walked ahead of him to check some local goods bazaar being held at downtown. He noted that Noah and Brandon immediately went closer to her for easier access in case of emergency.After their conversation a while ago, his heart felt lighter but also quite heavy.Sam looked at him in confused after he told her that he loves her.“What did you say?” She asked slowly.Damian just stared at her for a while before blinking, realizing he uttered it in Italian and in a low voice. He shook his head before looking at her again, placing a hand on her face and smiled. He didn’t know if she understood him or not but if she did, she asked to make sure that she heard him right.“Did you say-?” Sam started.He cut her off by pulling her face down and pressing his lips on hers in a hungry kiss. He wrapped his other arm tighter around her waist, deepening the kiss when she kissed him back with the same intensity.He didn’t know how long they stayed in that position. All Damian
Sam opened her eyes to a dim room, feeling heavy. Her eyes ached as she cried herself to sleep and also taking her medication, when Damian all of a sudden walked out on her when she begged him not to take Cameron away from her.She looked towards the balcony and saw that the curtains had been closed to prevent the light from coming in. She reached for her phone and saw that it was nine in the evening.Checking her messages, she saw none that came from Damian and her heart dropped and felt heavier. A whimper came out of her mouth.“Are you alright?”Gasping in shock, she turned towards the other side and saw Damian, lying beside her on top of her blanket, looking up at her.He was still in his work clothes and only removed his coat and shoes and unbuttoning his polo at the top.Damian reached for her one arm and pulled her back down. When she is on her side, he then immediately pulled her in his arms, pushing her face into his neck and resting his chin on her head. He let out a long an
Damian gripped Sam’s shoulders tightly as he deepened the kiss, to make her stop struggling away from him. He bit her lower lip to get her to cooperate and when he finally felt her relax, he ran the tip of his tongue to soothe the sting.When they finally pulled away, Sam rested her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Her hands are clutching at his shirt tightly and suddenly her breath hitched as she started to cry.He only stood, his arms wrapping around her and let her cries out. Her tears soaked his shirt but he didn’t mind and let her continue.“Feeling better?” Damian asked when she finally became silent.Samantha shook her head.“I-I wanted to smashed the glass I’m holding at Omar’s head when he invited me to go up,” she whimpered as she covered her face with her hands. “I feel sick and wanted to throw up when he touched me. I wasn’t entertaining his advances as you claimed.”“Were you also judging me when SJ hugged me that night at the charity gala? Did you think of th
Opening her eyes and removing the blanket over her head, Sam checked the clock and saw it displaying twelve minutes past ten in the morning. Finally deciding to get up, she padded to the bathroom and took a quick shower.After putting on her clothes, she went out of her room, hearing Gunny’s bark from outside, probably from the exercise Vivian is tasked to do.“Good morning, Madam.” Frederick greeted.“Hasn’t Damian come down yet?” Sam asked.Frederick looked at her for a while. “Mr. McLaren left before I arrived and told me to stay here when I called him,” he answered patiently. He followed behind when she proceeded to the dining room, stopping when Sam glanced at him. “He will call me if there are any urgent concerns.”Sam fully turned towards him; her eyebrows raised.“He told you to babysit me, didn’t he?” She questioned tightly. “I don’t need one.”“He told me to tell you that when you will ask of his whereabouts,” he responded calmly. He looked at her for a while, gauging her mo
Sam opened her eyes the following day and stared up at the bedroom ceiling for a long while, her thoughts deep. She turned to one side and saw the clock flashing five in the morning.Instead of getting up to change for her usual run, she remained and only turned her body to face the glass door, leading to the balcony. She pulled her blanket closer to her, gripping it tightly as thoughts of what happened last night filled her mind.When they were ushered back to the party, Damian was separated from her as he was escorted to a table where Omar had joined him. She turned in desperation to find some solace, her eyes spotting Katherine heading towards her direction.However, due to the influx of the guests, she was pushed further from them. Looking around the surroundings, Sam saw a door and immediately headed towards it, discovering it to be a bathroom for guests.Letting out her breath, she went inside and sat on the large settee in the center of the room, calming herself. She looked at
Damian thanked Nino, the waiter that Venuti assigned to him after receiving his drink from him. He downed the drink in one go and requested to get him another one.“You really should take it slow,” Vincent muttered dryly.“Now I know why Venuti insisted that we come here,” Damian said darkly as he nodded at Nino. He lowered his hand that is holding his new drink and scowled when he saw Omar and Vittoria in his line of sight. “Never thought the old man can be quite scheming.”“Thank God that my wife doesn’t like Vittoria,” Vincent commented in a low voice.Damian nodded, thankful that Vincent’s wife, Katherine is with him. She immediately took Sam with her, making sure that their paths won’t crossed with the newly engaged couple.He saw the way Sam’s face clouded with anxiety that Damian was ready to leave the party just to protect her.“You’re not going anywhere, Damian. So’s your wife,” a voice said behind and when he turned, he saw Katherine, wrapping an arm around Vincent’s waist.
Sam leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh after finally finalizing the contract deal of an existing building that Damian had been eyeing and negotiating for quite a while on a Friday afternoon, few hours before office for the day ends. She felt the cool breeze of the AC in one of the vacant offices in his company on the same floor with his, making her sleepy.For the past two weeks, she had been going with Damian to his office, helping him with the files that has something to do with Cameron. Without waiting for his permission, she immediately took the files from Frederick and started on it.By end of the first week, she was able to accomplished more than half of the documents that had been pending for quite a while. Her mind became hungry to work and she started automatically.Sam was more than happy to help, knowing that Damian had been sacrificing some work time to accommodate her since she started getting sick. She also felt a little guilty since he