Sebastian
The air is thick with mourning. And sick curiosity.
Elena and I are leading the funeral procession as we leave the church for the cemetery. She has been quiet ever since we came back from Paris and I have to admit that it was jarring. Where our villa used to be filled with her voice and laughter, now there was… nothing. I know it has to do with not making peace with my mother before the accident. Elena has a soft heart, so this is affecting her more than it has me. I have never had a proper relationship with my parents, but they doted on Elena, my mother even more so.When we arrive at the cemetery, I lace my fingers with hers and hold her close. The Dumont tomb isn’t too far into the cemetery and we reach it sooner than I anticipated. My eyes fall on Robert and Eliana as they take up the front with me. Robert looked crushed at this. And I know he wasn’t faking it because Eliana has said he has been hitting the whiskey
ElenaI flop face down on my bed.Today was my first day at Exeter, and I just about burnt thousands of calories due to my anxiety and nerves. I do not know if being anxious burns calories, but it burns something all right. My brain, for one. Anabelle is in a different league to me altogether, her classes are intense English Lit, like I would not cope in her position. But since she’s a literature prodigy, its chump change to her.At least one person had the courage to come and talk to me. His name was Isaac McGowan, and he was such a refreshing sight! Yes, he was from the MacGowan clan of Scotland and disgustingly well off, but he did not feel the need to suck up to me or try to impress me with his stories or wealth. I suppose it helps a lot that he was flat out gay. Ah, I am a homosexual magnet and I love it!“Rough day?” The amused voice of my husband came as he walked over to me and all I did was groan like a llama. H
Elena“Ugh, you simply must, Elena,” Isaac says yet again in that Scottish accent of his that I love so much. He was currently trying to convince me to come to the MacGowan Biannual family gathering. “I already told you I hate these things!” I say, yet again, but he only rolls his eyes, then smirks devilishly. Oh, no. I know this smile all too well. This smile got me in trouble in my second week here at Exeter when he made me ask a professor for their number just to slip it to him. Did I forget to mention that he was a naughty bastard?“Well, Edgar Cooke will be there, but I guess you hate these things too much to come,” He says and turns to walk away. But I grab his wrist and pull him back. “Excuse me, tart?” I ask him and see his grin growing to super villain levels. “Yes, Edgar Cooke will be there. You know, your favourite author and all. Did I forget to mention that he’s my godfather? And
ElenaI haven’t been feeling the best these last few weeks. A stomach bug has me in the grips of its wrath and I cannot cope. Sebastian has made an appointment for me to see our family doctor and I am currently sitting outside waiting for my turn to see her. It’s been almost 6 months since my Exeter enrollment, and I must say things are starting to look up. I am breezing through the assignments, and my professors all seem to have taken a shine to me. This is what surprised me most!Sebastian doesn’t seem surprised at this. It is as if he sees my potential where I see nothing but faults, and I love him so much for that. After his parents’ passing, he has thrown himself into being the Dumont's head and I barely even see him. I miss him, but we sort of have this thing between us where we would leave brief notes for the other when we know we won’t see each other for a while. It sets me at ease since he was the one who started
ElenaI scan the horizon and let out a miserable sigh. How did it come to this? I went from being the happiest woman in the world to the most depressed all within the space of an hour. Sebastian and Isla wrapped up in one another’s arms - a sight I never thought I would see. What happened that he needed to seek refuge in her arms? Was I not a good wife? Did I not treat him well? Did the money and power eventually go to his head?Well, I could wonder until I was blue in the face, and still not come up with a viable answer. Tears still did not come as I ran my hand over my belly. I was about to tell him the news - that I was pregnant with his child, a child Mirabelle begged me for and instead, I ran straight into heartache. A small part of me wondered what would have happened if I let Sebastian explain what I had walked in on. What excuse would he have dreamed up to take the image away? And would I have been stupid enough to believe him?I w
ElenaOn my forehead?“Elena, in the past nothing would have given me more pleasure than ripping you from Sebastian’s life and kissing you right now, taking you and passionately making love to you. Knowing it would devastate him when he found out, I had claimed yet another one of his conquests. However, I cannot and will not do that, because I see Sebastian as my brother. Ever since he showed to be the only one in my corner after my scandal last year and the birth of my son, things have shifted into a different perspective for me.” He says, and I am openly shocked at this revelation of his. Sebastian had never mentioned that he and Elijah had grown closer, not once. He stood up and held out a hand for me to take. “Come let’s go and you can tell me what has happened that you needed to run away and seek solace in the man who used to be your husband’s rival.”I take his hand and he lifts me up, letting go a
Elena I don’t walk anymore, guys. I waddle now and belong with the penguins. “Look at you working that waddle, Mrs Dumont.” Isaac jests as I walk towards him in the cafeteria. I shoot him a death glare, but all he does is blow me a kiss and pat the empty seat next to him. He looks disgusted at my plate full of junk food. “What?!” I ask him as I stuff a burger into my mouth. “What are you feeding my godchild?! I sent you a list of healthy alternatives. What have you done with it?” He demands as he points a manicured finger at me but I shrug as I eat a chip. “Prolly eaten it too, I dunno,” I say, much to a dissatisfied Isaac who huffs his disapproval. I am currently 8 and a half months pregnant and the heaviest I have ever been! How did some women do this more than once? Yeah, in the beginning, it was cute and all with baby kicks and tumbles, but now? Now I was hot and heavy and just needed to give birth before I eventually popped like a balloo
SebastianNo, no, no, no, no. This can’t be, I refuse to believe it! My Elena…Without so much as a backward glance, I shot out of the boardroom and sprinted to the car. I yelled at the driver to get to the hospital they had taken Elena to and told him to step on it. How did this happen? I made sure she had round the clock protection from ex-military bodyguards and sporadically swapped her drivers out. I also had her Phantom checked every day for tampering, so how did this happen?! I am a ball of unrepressed nerves, yelling at the driver to hurry so I could see her. She’s pregnant, for crying out loud! I clutch my chest as a phantom pain seizes me in a panic. This cannot be happening! I cannot lose Elena or lose my child! Leaning with my elbows on my legs, I grip my hair out of frustration and feel the tears welling up in my eyes.Elena is the love of my life. I will not lose her!Ever since I discovered that my
SebastianWith bated breath, I wait until the door opens. As soon as the doctor walked out, his eyes fell on me and a grim look crossed his face. No. Please no! I step back, thinking the worst possible thing… Was she gone?He walks towards me and folds his hands in front of him. “Mr. Dumont?” He asks, and I nod. “I am Dr. Harris and I oversaw the surgery on your wife… she was in an incredibly terrible crash that could have been fatal, were it not for the type of vehicle she was in and the fact that your driver swerved in time. She has multiple broken ribs that just missed her internal organs, the force of impact crushed her legs and will require multiple surgeries and physio to correct them. She is also severely concussed and we fear some damage has occurred. We have done an MRI on her and are currently awaiting her results. The next 48 hours will be crucial, Mr. Dumont. We are hoping she does not slip into a com
Sebastian The following day I had a bouquet of Elena’s favourite flowers delivered to her office along with her favourite delicacies. I apologised for not being able to join her that evening for a Valentine’s Day dinner. In return, she sent me a timepiece with the same apology. I had felt incredibly uneasy since Elijah’s visit yesterday. His words hit home and made me wonder just who exactly I am working myself to the bone for. Granted, I am doing this for my family, but who says they will all still love me when my workload starts to lessen? So, I asked my PA to begin compiling the resumes of suitable candidates to stand beside me as my COO. I just have to face tonight, and then I will be free to spend my time with my family again. I hope after this Elena will still feel the same about me, surely our love wouldn’t crack under this little pressure, right? Shaking my head, I dive into what leftover work I had yes
Sebastian I’ve been stranded at Heathrow for the last three hours and it is pouring with rain. My flight to Tokyo has been delayed due to some unforeseen weather conditions and because of that, I have missed out on an important merger. Bollocks. Luckily I asked my assistant to let the four CEOs know about the delay and she is yet to get back to me on what their answers are. So for now I am stewing in my anger while sipping bourbon in my private jet. I’m not angered at the fact that my flight is delayed, no, I am angered because this was supposed to be my last international meeting for the next three weeks or so. I wanted to spend that time with my family, I wanted to make time for them because truth be told, I barely see them anymore. Yes, I am married, but I might as well not be with how busy I am. This doesn’t mean that I love Elena any less, not at all. She’s the love of my life and completes me; however, I
Elena “I’m stealing you away for lunch. And before you even try to protest, Jess cleared your schedule last week to accommodate me.” The voice of Isaac came as he burst through my office door. I look at my watch; 3 pm already. “Wait, you had Jess clear my schedule?” I ask, blinking in surprise when he nods. “It seems to be the only way to get some bloody free time out of you!” He says, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I have to schedule myself into my own sister’s life.” I sigh as he says this, especially when a sad look crosses his eyes. Getting up from my office chair, I walk around my desk and take his hands in mine. “All you had to do was call me, you tart. I always have time for you,” I say, offering him an apologetic smile. He shakes his head again, bopping his red curls. “I’ve been trying for the last month, love,” he says, slipping his arm in mine. “But now that I have you for the afternoon, you’re no
It's been eight years since Elena and Sebastian's love story unfolded. Both of them now lead hectic lives as CEOs of their respective conglomerates, neither stopping for a breather at all. However, this busy lifestyle has caused both of them to lose sight of one another and the intimacy is now non-existent.Valentine's Day should be spent with a loved one, as they’ve always done over the years. But what happens when the day slips their minds and they choose to spend it with another person?*** A lighthearted and free special Valentine's Day episode *** xxxxxxxxxxxx Elena If anyone told me eight years ago that I would be the owner of three literary houses, I would have told them to sod off. And if they told me that I will end up as a wife to Sebastian Dumont, I would have had them locked up. Now I couldn’t be happier being both. Sitting in my quant office, I feel nothing but content while a smile slips onto my face. Is this really what th
Elena I walk out of Wiltshire Towers with a smile on my face - I had just sold my family’s dynasty for a cool six billion, which is currently being donated to various organisations. I know what you’re thinking; I sold my family’s legacy for gain, but in all honesty; I didn’t feel attached to the Wiltshire name. I was never proud to be a Wiltshire heir, not with the way my family always used to treat me. Yesterday I received the news that Eliana had committed suicide in prison. She left no note behind to indicate why she did it, but I knew. The guilt over what she did to her own sister became unbearable. Eliana was never the tough one. She never needed to be tough for anything and I had a feeling her heart eventually got the better of her. My sister was never evil - she just grew bitter and jaded. After I left the prison that day, I had Sebastian put steps into motion for us to legally adopt Morgan, Eliana and Robert’s daughter. We were met with some d
Elena“I believe in you, Elena. Not too long now.” Marcus, my physiotherapist, urges me on while I do my leg exercises. It has been close to four months since the accident and I can walk on crutches, but the biting cold of winter in London has made it difficult. The pain when I wake up in the morning is dull but bearable and nothing anti-inflammatories could not fix, although I tend to not take them as much due to my weak disposition. What else can I do but grin and bear it?I know that this is necessary for me to walk again, but damn it.You would think the physio would hurt more, but it’s the sessions with my therapist that do. I have been weaned off my anxiety medication and he’s placed me on a light antidepressant. The reason for this was because I realised that I was slowly getting addicted to the anxiety medication. I popped one whenever a wave of anxiety hit and it was happening too often to count. My therapist pra
Sebastian Elena Dumont has died, perished in the hospital after not waking from her coma. Well, that’s what we paid the press to report. We needed to weed Robert and Eliana out and think this would be the best way to do it. After Isaac’s confession, we decided to work together and concluded that the only way to get them out of France was to pretend Elena had died. A funeral was scheduled the day after tomorrow and the ‘will’ would be read this afternoon. Francis, the driver has confessed his role in the attempted murder of Elena and my son and said that Robert paid him close to 2 million to do it. We handed him over to the police and Isaac let them know about NCA’s involvement. Isaac has found the reason for Robert and Eliana’s actions and concluded that it was all for greed - Eliana grew jealous of my and Elena’s love and hated that she gave up the chance to be the Dumont Matriarch. Robert, who was stupidly in love with her, started killing off the
Elena“I’ll ask it again, who the hell are you?!” Sebastian repeats, and I am left stunned on the bed, unable to move or pull him off my best friend. Isaac was dainty and didn’t know how to fight. Why was Sebastian doing this?! Then Isaac takes Sebastian’s hand from around his throat and twists it before shoving him away gently.Uh, excuse me, WHAT?!“I would appreciate it if you did not touch me,” Isaac says in an accent that didn’t quite match him… a Cockney accent. “Isaac… What’s going on?” I ask, flabbergasted at the scene in front of me. Sebastian looks over at me. “Elijah just called me with some interesting news. He’s had Isaac investigated since he showed up at the hospital after your accident. We noticed that my death threats and attempts on my life started after you met Isaac and did some digging. The identity he gave does not e
ElenaThe familiar winding road to our villa brings a smile to my face. We were going home, all three of us. I looked over at Sebastian in the driver’s seat and little Aaron next to me in the car seat, and my heart felt full. I was well on my way to healing, had my husband by my side, and my baby was safe and healthy. Despite knowing my sister might have been behind my attack, I was still happy.I almost didn’t get into the SUV when we left the hospital because I started having a panic attack. Scenes from the accident came flooding back to me, but Sebastian and Isaac managed to calm me down long enough to get into the vehicle before the paparazzi arrived. My two loves, I still can’t believe how blessed I am to have them both in my life.“We’re home,” Sebastian says with a smile and we make eye contact in the rearview mirror. Home. I never realised it before, but I never had a home. Wiltshire Estate was just th