"I'll do it, sir" Lexie dashed to open the door for the old man who struggles to push it open. He is supporting his weight with a cane while his other hand was holding a cup."Thank you, dear" tender smile framed his old wrinkly face. "Who is with you, sir? You should not be going out alone" she smiles while she helped him with his cup. The old man holds onto the wall after his hand were freed."I just want to look around while I'm in the area. It's lonely being alone in my room. I want to see the beauty around" his voice is gruff but it's filled with tenderness. Staring at the man's face, her heart went out to him. Indeed, loneliness lay beneath the bitter smile he tries to adorn his old face. She wonders where his family is. He is too old to be left alone. "I'm waiting for someone, but he will not be around for at least an hour. We could sit together if you won't mind" she suggested not realizing why she did it. Her heart just went out for him. She was orphaned at a young age and
"Mom called, she ask if we could gather at home for dinner," Lucien told her after placing a kiss on her lips. "Sure, that would be great. We haven't invited them since we moved in" she smiles while rounding her arms around his neck. She finished her schedule for the day so she decided to pick up Lucien from the office. "I missed you, my doll. How's your day?" snuggling her face, he asks. "Great, Dom and I visited the new place he plans to do his exhibit. And I met an old man at the cafe, we talk while I'm waiting for Dom. I'm just so stupid to have not asked his name" she amusingly relayed while Lucien gently pinch her nose, sharing her amusement. "Our little pumpkin did not bother you?" he worriedly asked while leisurely rubbing her hips."He behaved the whole time" she tenderly smiles, holding her flat stomach. She's only thirteen weeks pregnant but their son is constantly making his presence known."That's good, he knows, mama is quite busy" he smiles while he straightens on h
"You know him, my doll?" Lucien curiously asks while intently staring at his wife and his grandfather. "He is the old man I talk to at the cafe while waiting for Dom" she explains. "But, why is he here?" bewildered, she looks around the men and her mother-in-law. Thus, a conclusion formed in her mind."Sir...?" with her eyes fixed on the old man, she waited for the confirmation. "Your prayer is stronger than mine, Madame Wright. I've been praying for decades to have my daughter's forgiveness but got none. Not until you assured me of praying for her forgiveness. I should have met with you earlier. You seem to be a strong ally of heaven to have easily be granted of your prayers" the old man, with his tender smile, fondly explains. Lexie stares at him for a long while. Her mind is busy connecting dots and the result made her smile."By the way, it's Carlos Petrov, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself to you earlier at the cafe" Carlos slowly walk, meeting Lexie and Lucien halfway."
"Don't let your selfishness ruin their happiness" with a clenched jaw, Donovan grimly mutters.It was past midnight and they were back at the safe house. Everyone had settled in their rooms except for him and Sullivan who went directly to the liquor bar after they arrived. "Mind your own business, Van" the other man dangerously warns without looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the glass he was holding. "It's my business..." with his chilling cold tone, he retorted."You forgot who brought them to you. It's my responsibility, it's my conscience at stake. And don't fucking tell me I'm a Petrov with a stone-cold heart. They are already family...they deserve to know" he counters, undeterred by the man's warning."I will give you within this month. You know what I would do after this month is over" standing, he looked at the solemn man across from him. Silence rules before he walks away, leaving Sullivan with his thoughts.It's been a while since Donovan left but he remains unmoving.
Tears brimmed her eyes as she stare at the gentlewoman in front of her. She fervently blinks, trying to clear her vision. The tears threatening to fall fell like a downpour from the sky. Despite the tears, her vision is crystal clear. It's the face she will never mistake for anyone. It may have withered through time but its beauty hasn't faded.Eleven years, eleven long years she hasn't seen the beautiful face she longed to see."Hello, dear. What's wrong? Are you hurt?" her voice, her soft melodious voice seems to fill the void in her well-being.Though the old woman look so worried and conflicted, she was surprised by the unfamiliarity in her eyes. Seemed to not recognize her. Tears stream down her face at the realization. She feels lightheaded, her feet lost their strength. With her feet wavering, Lucien instantly rounded his arms around his wife who is painfully sobbing. He doesn't understand what's happening but seeing Zia break down is like a boulder hitting him hard. He never
"Lucien, my love, my CEO...my Mr. Wright..." she playfully smiles, seeing Lucien grimace from what she calls him. It's a kink he hasn't overcome to be affected with.Today, they are facing the altar to profess their vow of a lifetime commitment to God, family, and closest friends who were present to witness their intimate union. A union between a Wright and a Montes. A union not for another business venture, not a merger, not an alliance of power, connection, and influence, but a union of two hearts who battled uncertainty to be together. "I was a pauper compared to the high pedestal you are in. I'm a nobody. You're the star and I'm the dust. I'm just a mere spectator of your greatness. Two polar poles apart. We are everything opposite, Mr. Wright" she sadly smiles while Lucien incredulously glares at her. The officiating priest remains smiling as he listens together with all the guests."I am a dreamer...ambitious. But never did I dream of having a Wright, particularly, CEO Lucien
"Wait till you see who joins the exhibit" Dom whispers near her ear. They are entering the venue where Dom is one of the main artists to exhibit his works.Turning to him with her questioning look, she waited but the man just winks at her before turning away."What Dominic said?" Lucien asks, seeing her look perplexed."I don't understand either. Dom could sometimes be an ass" she shool her head while they continue to walk."Language, my doll" he glares at her but tightens his hold around her waist. His hand rests on the side of her baby bump."Sorry... " she sheepishly grins.The hall is starting to get filled with other guests and several times, they have to stop to greet other guests. Lucien as famous as he is become occupied with associates who approach to make their presence known. With her in his arms, he would cut short any conversation he was engaged but it would just be replaced by another. "The payment to be a Wright" Lexie playfully whispers as she leans closer, intention
Trailing her eyes to the man who blocks her view of the pregnant woman, she smiles. "I could see how he would always protect you. He never did that to me" she whispers, almost inaudible."Have you realized, you had issued a threat to my wife, Miss Johnson? You, threatening a Wright is unforgivable" Lucien dangerously mutters and was about to step forward when a hand stopped him. His body tensed at the gentle squeeze around his arm amid the consuming anger engulfing him. "No one dares to threaten my wife in front of me" the spine-chilling terror fills everyone's core. Lucien looks dangerously deadly with his eyes fixed on Ellen."She is not threatening me, my love" her soft voice caught his ears.Turning to Lexie, his unconvinced look meet her. Torn between protecting and believing, he narrows his eyes, gauging her words. He was ready to wage war on the person who threatened their peace but his wife is looking at him with begging eyes."She is...complimenting me, Lucien" she added af