"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
"That is Straw, papa, not Berry" Lucy corrects his father.Lucien stares at his son before glancing at the chickens. He still can't compromise how his son knows who's who. The chicken looks the same."This is Straw" the boy got another chicken who looks exactly the same as the first one."Oh, I didn't notice, buddy. So this is Straw" he grins while staring at the chicken."That's enough you two. Baby love, spare your father. He looks ready to call for a stockholders meeting to identify which chicken is which" Lexie amusingly interrupted the father and son. "The goats too, my doll. How would I know who's Bubbles and who's Snow? They look the same" Lucien hopelessly whispers to his wife."Neither do I, so don't feel bad. Only Lucy knows who's who" she chuckles while patting Lucien's sweaty face. They are at the animal shed after Lucy eagerly wanted to introduce his pets to his father. They arrive early in the morning on the island and they just took a short rest before their boy jumps
Prestige, glamour, elegance. Elements surrounding Lexie in her new world.Despite having given birth four months ago, she is now back in shape to model one of her designs in the biggest fashion show in Paris. The most awaited collaboration between Arman Varce and Silhouettes Designs. "Good evening Paris, please welcome the men and women behind this prestigious night, Arman Varce and Silhouettes Designs, President Arvin Deutche. Together with the magnificent designers behind these fabulous designs" Together with the cheers and applause is the festive upbeat music as the group marched along the catwalk previously grazed by hundreds of designers' masterpieces. Led by Arvin Deutche and Arman Varce the whole team waves and bows at the guests gracing the event. Lexie looks around, basking in the jovial atmosphere around. It was a success and she was part of it. Tonight, she shares the limelight with other famous fashion designers and models. And the world is watching as she claims her o