Agatha's POVI didn't fail to see the defeated look that pictured on Aaron's face when I walked into the auctioning hall uninvited.Yeah, I wasn't invited, but I got to know at the last minute. Bea eventually succumbed to my demand and told me everything I needed to know. I was doing all these without Eric's approval. I needed to save his company from falling into the hands of Aaron, and I knew how defeated and shock he would be by my sudden presence.It took a great effort before the crowd got back themselves and resumed clapping as I placed my bidding. Jackpot. I had gotten back what belong to the Sloans', and no one would ever try to take it.As I turned to walk away from the crowd, Aaron suddenly stood up and stormed out of the hall.“Mr Walker!”“Mr Walker!”“Why did he leave??”“Is there something wrong?” I heard murmurs from the crowd of people as I rushed after Aaron. What was he up to this time?The sounds of my stiletto clicked as I raced faster towards the direction he we
Eric's POVI stared at Tyler's moving lips as he blabbered something I didn't pay attention to. And when he was done, I asked. “Are you done?”“Wait, you haven't been listening to me the whole time, dude?” He replied with widened eyes. I scoffed, returning my gaze to the document I was filling earlier.“No, I wasn't.” I muttered. I finished filling the important information on the document and handed it to Sofia, my new assistant.“Here you go, Sofia.”“Thank you, Sir.” She flashed me a smile.“Um, Sofia!” I called when she turned to leave the office. “Yes, Sir?” She turned to face me.“Can you get me info about M&M Corporation? I'm longingly expecting to buy it.” I replied with a knowing smirk. She nodded immediately. “Sure, Sir. I will look into it and update you.” “You can leave.”“Okay, Sir.” She muttered before scurrying out. I didn't miss the look on Tyler's face as I gawked at him.“What?” “Did you just realize what you just said, Eric? You want to-”I groaned, leaning on the
Laura's POV The D-Day for the final hearing from the court came. Agatha, Mrs Corazon, Larry and I were present in court with others who simply came to watch the prosecution. When the judge walked in, we all did the respectful thing as Aaron was brought in, looking ragged and weightless. My blood boiled with rage and anger as I tried to control myself from where I sat. I couldn't wait for the final hearing to be over and spit on the bastard's face. He would be getting what he deserved anytime soon. I glanced up when I got warm hands on mine. “Everything will be okay, Sis. Mum must get justice for her death.” My brother, Larry assured beside me, and I nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, she would.” Soon, the hearings resumed, and we all watched as Aaron's lawyer kept trying to deny all the evidences pinned on his victim, Aaron, but ours was stronger to identify the wrong. Eventually, the cases and consequences of actions were read out, and it was time for the judge to give the fin
I sat down at the round table alone. This would be the first time I had come to a bar in many years, the pain I felt in my heart was just too much. The scenes kept replaying in my head, welling me up with pain and anger. I ran my veiny hands over my hair until my always neatly combed hair became rough and I didn't care. I was supposed to care, as I was a billionaire heir, and even without my father’s money I would still be a billionaire. I was a public figure, the Sloan heir, but I refused to care. For the past three months, after the scene, I had immersed myself in deep work, I barely ate or changed my clothes. But today, while at work, my body could not take it anymore. My hands began to shake, skin colour turned pale and all the memories kept coming back. It came back with a gush of pain. At first, I tried blocking it, but I allowed it to freely take over me. I gulped down the remaining Scotch from the half-filled glass and drank, letting the memory replay itself. It happen
LAURA Sitting on my bed in yoga style, with my palms pressed closely at the middle of my chest. Anyone would think that I was doing yoga. That was my intention anyways, but my mind couldn't stay focused. I inhaled deeply and started all over. I had to calm my nerves down for the atrocity I was about to commit. My phone suddenly rang with an unknown caller. I knew who they were; they were the people who kidnapped my mother. Answering the phone, a male voice echoed from the other end. “We sent you the photos in the morning. Haven’t you seen it?” “I did, but I just wanted to wait a little,” I replied with a low voice even though all I wanted to do was kill them. The caller broke into a sarcastic laugh. “How long do you want to wait till you post it? Seven days? Or till we drop your mother’s corpse on your bed?” He asked, his voice sharp with anger. “Now listen to me and listen good, within the next one hour, I want you to post the photos sent to you or we will kill your mothe
ERIC I could feel myself floating as I walked into my office. I had woken up this morning to discover the mess a blogger created alleging I was gay. That had not moved me, although I knew my father was going to bring down the roof. Damien had not called me, even though I was sure as hell that he had seen the headlines. What made me avidly angry was the state I was in when they took those photos. I was at the peak of pain from the betrayal I suffered from a woman and they called me gay? Since when did gays get broken because of the opposite gender? I had sent my investigator to gather more information about the blogger. Once they had gathered the information, I would make her life hell for what she did. But why did she decide to post about me? Some other businessmen and celebrities were gay but had never been carried by blogs. After all, it was their personal life. It could only mean so many things. She did it to increase conversion to her blog page, or one of his competitors hate
LAURA Sitting on my chair in front of my dressing mirror I tried my best to wear my make-up, but it was not working. My hands were shaking. Today I would be having an interview with Robes and whatever I said would be concrete evidence against Eric who had done me no harm. I just had to keep up with the lie. For my mother’s sake. Suddenly, my phone rang, and I looked at the caller ID. It was Rena, my best friend. I didn't want to take the call at first, but I took it. “Laura, have you seen the news online about Eric Sloan? They said your blog was the one that posted it but I corrected them. It can never be you. Maybe your blog was hacked,” she poured out, I couldn't help but heave a heavy sigh. Thank goodness Rena had fought for me. Anyone who knew me would know that I would never do such a thing. “It was me, Rena. I was the one who posted it,” I dropped it, breaking her heart. My voice low and heavy with guilt. Rena was silent for a while. “why… You what?” She asked, after recove
LAURA I stared at him for a while contemplating taking his hands. What was he trying to do? Take me from here and kill me? He cleared his throat “Because you are already in my black book. I would consider you to take my hands to avoid further embarrassment.” He said with a sharp tone. I reluctantly took his hands and he immediately walked me out of the crowd. Camera clicks followed as we walked towards the Bugatti. He opened the door for me and I sheepishly entered. He turned around to the other side and sat beside me with a frown. He glared at me for a second and focused back on his iPad. All this while my breath was sucked in as I tried to wonder where they were taking me to. As if he read my mind he looked outside the window, as if he was disgusted by my presence. “We are going to the Villa. And like I said, to talk.” he finally broke the silence. I nodded in agreement, knowing fully well about the villa he was talking about. It was one of a kind, almost like a modernized cas