JAMESI burst through the glass door, entering the sunlight flooded office. Ronan and three officers, of which Inspector Gordon was one, turned around to stare at the unwelcome intrusion.Ronan rounded his steel and chrome desk to approach me. “Jimmy? What the hell…” He gaped at me, a deep furrow forming on his forehead.“Yes, Ronan. What the hell indeed!” All my intentions not to throttle the truth out of him went flying out the window and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass who was present as I bore down on him. My fist curled around the front of his shirt, crumpling the smooth fabric as I forcefully brought him down to my eye level. He was half a head taller than I, his presence dominating the room.Even though Ronan was bulkier and more muscled, I surprised him by my sudden attack. I intended to headbutt him, but he gripped my wrists, his grip strong and unyielding and pushed back. Our eyes locked in an intense battle. Grunting and panting, I struggled with him, the adrenaline coursing th
DESTINYWe drove back to the house in tense silence, the only sound being the hum of the engine. James occupied the front seat, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, while Luke took the wheel. The atmosphere made me acutely aware of the growing distance between James and me.As we approached our gate, a sense of unease washed over me. To our surprise, the gate stood wide open, and Lord Barrington's sleek limousine was parked in the driveway."What the hell is he doing here?" James muttered, his impatience evident. Without wasting a moment, he leaped out of the car and rushed towards the house. I followed suit, with Luke trailing behind me."Luke, please wait outside," I pleaded, not wanting him to be involved in the impending confrontation."I'll be within shouting distance, Destiny," Luke replied reluctantly, his apprehension palpable. He reluctantly obliged my request.As soon as I stepped foot into the house, angry voices echoed through the air, assaulting my ears. I quickly made my wa
JAMESStart acting like a father, she said. What a laugh! The words my father said echoed in my mind, their bitter taste lingering on my tongue. I destroy everything I touch, according to him. Maybe he was right. Strange now that I think about it, I never really cared for the Barrington fortune, nor for the company. But now that everything might be taken away, I am left with a nagging worry, like a knot tightening in my chest. How would I be able to provide for Destiny and this child if I lost it all?“She’ll take your child and you will be left penniless and alone.” Those words stuck in my mind on repeat like a broken vinyl record, the scratchy sound echoing through my thoughts.But when I look into the depths of those green eyes, looking at me with all the sincerity of her soul, I want to believe her, to believe that no matter what, she will stay. The soft touch of her hand on my arm sent a shiver down my spine, a gentle warmth seeping into my skin.“You should stop obsessing, James
DESTINYRonan's face bore the unmistakable signs of truth, etched with a mixture of pain and guilt. James, sitting on the edge of the couch, seemed ready to snap like a tightly wound wire. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension.With a strained voice, James cut through the silence, his body tense and ready to pounce. "You'd better be lying. My grandfather?!" His words hung in the air, heavy with disbelief.Ronan winced, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. "They blackmailed me, Jimmy. There was some damning footage of me with two girls. They threatened to expose it to the media." The color drained from Ronan's face as he continued, "I swear, I didn't know they were underage.""Jeezus..." James hissed, his voice a mix of anger and shock. He stood abruptly, facing the window with his back to the others in the room. The weight of the situation was unbearable, and I found myself unable to meet Ronan's gaze."Goddammit, Ronan! Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped
JAMESThey meticulously combed through every inch of my study, running their hands over every surface. The sound of drawers being pulled open and papers being rustled filled the air. Mrs. D stood nearby, with a disapproving scowl as she observed the chaos they left behind. The smell of dust and must lingered in the room, a result of their thorough search."Master Jimmy, do they really need to turn everything upside down?" Mrs. D questioned, her voice filled with concern. "Who do they think is going to clean up this mess?"I reassured her with a pat on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Mrs. D. They're just wasting their time," I said, giving her a playful wink. Luckily, Luke had taken care of disposing of the burner phones, ensuring there was no evidence linking me to Jenna.Time seemed to drag on as they continued their fruitless search. Hours passed, and my once orderly house now resembled the aftermath of a tornado. But just as I thought their invasion was over, they found something.“Eh?
DESTINYI watched the police take James away, with so many unanswered questions and doubts roiling through my mind. Has he been taking drugs all this time without me knowing it? I had no experience in drug abuse, wouldn’t even know what signs to look for. Alcohol abuse was my only reference thanks to my dad, and James certainly didn’t fall into that category.Ronan’s heavy hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts. The weight of his touch on my shoulder made me acutely aware of his presence.“Destiny, I’m truly sorry for everything.” His voice held just enough remorse to sound sincere.“You know, I don’t think I’m ready to discuss this with you, Ronan,” I replied, my voice sharp with frustration and confusion. I shrugged off his hand, feeling a mixture of anger and vulnerability.“I just want you to know that you can rely on me for whatever you need. James isn’t the right man for you, Destiny.” And there it was, his true colors finally showing.“And you are?” I said cuttingly,
JAMESI don’t know how Smythe did it, and I didn’t ask too many questions. I was just relieved to get the hell out of that god-awful cramped room. My first appearance would be in two days.“Just answer the questions as honestly and to the point as you can, Mr. Barrington,” Smythe had said during our long consultation.Honest and to the point. I was concerned. What if they asked questions I didn’t want to answer?***It was pitch dark when the Uber dropped me off at my gate. I didn’t have my phone or my keys with me. Feeling like a stranger lurking in the dark in front of my property, I pressed the intercom and Luke’s deep voice answered. “Yeah?”“It’s James. Open up.”Imagine my surprise when the lights turned on and I saw the old beaten-up Datsun parked in the driveway. Not this again! God knows I wouldn’t be able to stomach Aurora Johnson after all that happened. I thought we were rid of her. The gate slid open, and I dragged my feet, thinking of the best way to handle this situatio
DESTINYWhile I busily prepared our dinner, James kept hovering around me, his eyes never leaving my every move. It felt as if he was afraid I would suddenly vanish. Once, I caught him staring at me with such a profound sadness in his eyes that it tugged at my heart, filling me with concern."Are you alright?" I asked, abandoning my tasks and rushing to his side, wanting to comfort him.But he swiftly composed himself, his expression instantly changing. "I'm fine," he replied, a faint smile gracing his lips. "You're overcooking the steak."Just then, Luke entered the kitchen, his overnight bag in one hand. "Hey, guys," he greeted us. "Will you be okay on your own? Thought I'd give you some alone time. There’s a friend nearby where I can stay tonight. I'll only be five minutes away if you need me."I couldn't help but smile at his considerate offer, as it reminded me of a child seeking permission for a sleepover. "I'm sure we can handle it. What do you think, James?"James winked at me
DESTINY"I have something for you," James smirked, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he held his hands behind his back. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and sandalwood, filled the air around us."What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I leaned in closer, my heart fluttering in anticipation."The traditional gift for a one-year anniversary is paper, isn't it?" he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.“I didn’t figure you for a traditional type of bloke, Mr. Barrington,” I teased affectionately.Victor watched us from his cot, his bright blue eyes sparkling with interest. He chewed happily on his tiny fist and gurgled contentedly.I hadn't gotten him a card, as was the tradition. Instead, Cassidy had helped me choose a digital photo book, its sleek design fitting perfectly in my hands. Our precious memories filled the pages - from our engagement and wedding photos to Victor's first photo shoot. The glossy photographs captured our love and happiness, a tangibl
JAMESThe Christmas holidays felt never-ending, dragging on with a sense of timelessness. Instead of having a relaxing time with only the two of us, our home had become a bustling hive of activity.The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air as Lorraine, Cassidy, and Jenny barged into the house, their arms laden with packages filled to the brim with baby goods. My mates, Chris, Steven, and Joel, followed closely behind. The only one missing was Ronan, and his absence weighed heavily on me. I missed my best friend, but I hadn't yet found it in my heart to forgive him, despite Destiny's constant urging.“Surprise! You didn't think we'd forget to give you a proper baby shower, did you?" Lorraine exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and warmth.Destiny embraced them all, her face glowing with joy. "You guys! This is unexpected," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine surprise.I couldn't agree more with Destiny. The sight of her happiness warmed my heart. She needed this
DESTINYIt has been going great with us. Everything seemed to be working out just fine. James was back at work and the company’s reputation restored to its former good standing, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.James described how the air was filled with excitement as business boomed and new opportunities bloomed. Now that the guilty parties have been brought to justice, their shadows dissipating like smoke, and Lord Barrington's name cleared of all charges, the relationship between father and son has blossomed. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and I couldn't help but feel eternally grateful for this newfound harmony.Days flowed into each other and before we knew it, it was the Christmas holidays. We were expected to go to the Barrington mansion on Christmas Day.My parents have moved to Wales, where Daddy found a well-paying job in the mines. Hopefully, Aurora would focus her energy on raising Arthur and being a faithful wife to Daddy, their home now a sanctuary of love a
JAMESI woke up in a vast field of vibrant wildflowers, their delicate petals brushing against my skin as a gentle breeze whispered through the air. Initially, confusion washed over me, for I was certain I should have been somewhere else. Yet, lying there among the blossoms, gazing up at the expanse of the cerulean sky, a sense of pure bliss enveloped me. I wanted to stay there forever. It felt like heaven.Suddenly, a familiar voice called out my name, breaking the tranquility of the moment. "Mother?" I sprang up, searching the surroundings with bewilderment. It had to be a dream, it couldn't be real. But then, there she was, appearing exactly as I remembered her.Overwhelmed with joy, I tried to run towards her, but my movements felt as if I were tramping through heavy sand. The harder I tried, the more I struggled against an invisible force. "James," she called out, her voice filled with concern. "Stop. You must go back.""No, Mother, I don't want to go back. I want to be with you,
At Lord Barrington's insistence, I agreed to accompany him to a hotel just a block away from the hospital. As the owner, he had the manager prepare the grand presidential suite for our stay.Stepping into the suite, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the grandeur. They spared no expense, from the crystal chandelier in the center of the living room to the oriental rugs adorning the floor. Three luxurious bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom, left me in awe. Without Lord Barrington by my side, I would have felt utterly out of place in the opulent suite.Lord Barrington said kindly, “At least now you can take a warm shower and have a good night’s rest.”He left me in the bedroom I chose at random, thinking how strange it was spending the night with my father-in-law alone in a hotel. The gossip tabloids would definitely have a lot to speculate about if they got wind of it. I chuckled mirthlessly to myself. What a ridiculous thing to be worried about under the circumstances. My bl
Was I dreaming? The world around me felt surreal, like a hazy fog had descended upon reality. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and dread. Just a few hours ago, we were filled with joy, discussing baby names and envisioning the perfect nursery. The nightmare of Jenna's death seemed like it was finally coming to conclusion, and we could move on from all of it. Everything was supposed to be fine. But then, in a split second, it all came crashing down.Curious onlookers buzzed about, their whispers and murmurs blending in a cacophony of noise. Security officers stood tall, forming a barrier between the crowd and the chaotic scene unfolding before them. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, blending with the sticky warmth that seeped through my trembling fingers as I clung desperately to James."James, don't leave me," I pleaded through sobs, my voice choked with anguish. I gently caressed his deathly pale face, hoping beyond hope that my touch could somehow anchor him to
DESTINYIt was late evening when we made our way back home. The violet sky overcast with gray clouds hanging low signaled the promise of snow. Winter has finally arrived.Lord Barrington seemed reluctant to let us leave, finding many excuses to keep us there. The aroma of a delicious lunch drifted through the air, enticing us to stay. As the hours passed, lunch turned into dinner, filling the grand dining room with the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation. Afterwards, the staff brought us steaming cups of tea, accompanied by the sweet aroma of freshly baked biscuits. I couldn’t resist. It was as if Lord Barrington didn't want to be left alone in that massive, eerie mansion. And honestly, I couldn't blame him. The place felt haunted, even if I didn't believe in such things.At least there was some semblance of harmony between James and his father. They engaged in polite conversation, discussing minor matters instead of arguing. It was a significant improvement, and
JAMESHaving heard nothing from my father, we drove to the hospital, anyway. Destiny insisted we stop at a fast-food restaurant on the way to get my dad something to eat. The aroma of sizzling burgers and salty fries wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.“I don’t care if it’s not healthy, James. He needs comfort food. Just this once.” She was determined to get him what she considered being comfort food. I just shook my head. I’ve never seen my dad eat a hamburger and fries. Ever. But there was no arguing with a pregnant woman. The lack of peanut butter or strawberry ice cream in the house had already agitated her. I had to promise her solemnly to get it for her.We found him in the waiting room where we left him. He looked as if he hadn’t slept at all, his tired eyes reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead. The uncomfortable chairs creaked as we sat down next to him. Outside the waiting area, the hospital staff carried on with their task. The low
DESTINYI listened to what Lord Barrington said. He was convinced that his actions caused his father's stroke.“Grandfather always had a bad temper.” James remarked. He had regained his composure after his emotional outburst. I thought it was endearing to see him so vulnerable. He hardly ever showed that side of him.“I know, but I just couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Not after what he confessed to.” Lord Barrington rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.Looking closely at Lord Barrington, I noticed a red welt on one side of his face. “What happened to your face?” I blurted out.He subconsciously stroked over the red mark. “He struck me with his walking stick,” he said, grimacing. “Right before he fell.”Curiosity piqued, I asked, “What did you argue about?”He let out a deep sigh. “It doesn’t matter now.”“Really?” James raised an eyebrow at his father, his voice filled with skepticism. “Was it about the inheritance?”“Among other things. You should go home. I can see Destiny is