Minutes later * Kaylie was done eating. She moved to the sitting room, her feet crossed on each other with her back relaxed on the couch rest, and a toothpick in her mouth, still trying to take out the flesh stuck between her side teeth. Gage’s room door opened and Richard pushed him out. “Didn’t expect you're a perfect actress. You look timid, so my expectation wasn't high.” Kaylie glanced at him and smiled. “A needle might be small, but it's not to be swallowed,” she said. “And the little I displayed is just the tip of the iceberg.” Gage nodded, raising his nose. “Not bad.” “Since when have you been watching?” “Since when she started masking her evil while you're also deceitful,” he replied immediately. “I just stayed by so I could witness your capacity.” “Okay, so, what's next? What do you think about my offer? Deal or no deal?” She asked. Gage blew soft air through his mouth and went silent. He sighed again and lightly bit the left side of his lower lip. “Okay,” he said
Sadie had been waiting for Kaylie to come out until she lost her patience. “What could they be discussing?” She wondered, staring at Gage’s room. She stood on her feet and tiptoed until she arrived in front of the room. She stood on her toes, trying to peep through the lens, but couldn't see through it. “If I can’t see it, why not hear it?” She rested her body on the door, her ear glued to it as if she wanted to enter through it. The door suddenly opened, Sadie’s leg slipped, and she fell to the ground. Kaylie’s eyes enlarged and her mouth widely opened, acting shocked. “Oh, my…” she toned and lengthened her hand to help her up. Sadie stood on her feet, staring downward, embarrassed. Kaylie cleaned Sadie’s dress as if there was dust on it. “Sorry, ma.” Sadie smiled insincerely. “Thanks.” She appreciated. Kaylie took her hand off Sadie and furrowed her brows. “But what are you doing here, ma?” She questioned. “I… hum… I was… actually…” Sadie stammered. “I was looking for yo
Emily turned the lever, but the door was locked, so she took her hand off it and knocked. “Who’s there?” Kaylie asked. “It’s me, your mother.” Emily answered, and Kaylie scoffed. “Mother?!” She uttered in disbelief, raising her voice so Emily could hear her. Emily had always forbidden her from calling her mother, so why should she refer to herself as her mother? Especially since Kaylie had also told her not to refer to her as her daughter again. Kaylie removed the duvet from her body and turned off her phone screen before getting down from the bed. She walked to the door, and immediately as she opened it, Emily took a step forward to enter, but she jogged backward. “You can't come in,” she answered. “And why are you disturbing me early this morning?” Emily gritted her teeth, her mind boiling in rage. Kaylie's attitude had changed over the last few days and it got worse every day, always getting on her nerves, but since Andrew had warned her against retaliating, she always cont
Richard parked in front of the biggest modern fashion designing company in the city- Om Kapoor, owned by an Indian lady, whose dresses were popular for being expensive and only patronized by the wealthy ones. Kaylie beamed, excited, knowing one of her long-time dreams was about to be fulfilled. She had always wanted a dress from this company, but Emily refused to get one during the first wedding, even though they could afford it. “Rukmini will attend to you. If you don't want her, let me know.” Gage let out without looking at her face. Kaylie swiftly shook her head. “I want her,” she said, raising her voice a little, unable to hide the excitement running through her. “I wish she would design my first wed-” Kaylie’s eyes widened at the realization that she was about to reveal too much. ‘Fuck!’ She said to herself, closing her eyes a little. Andrew had warned her that no one outside their family should know about her previous marriage, because it must be a secret if she wanted Jaxon
~Days later. ~Wedding day. “Wow, this looks great on you,” Emily complimented, her lips filled with a smile, holding the door, peeping inside the dressing room. Kaylie gave her a side stare. “What are you doing here?” She questioned. She didn't allow Emily and Wendy to come because she didn't want to see them around her. Emily ignored Kaylie’s rudeness. “They'll call the bride soon, and I'll work you down the aisle.” She informed, still maintaining her smile to be sincere. Kaylie scoffed. “Walk me down the aisle?” She repeated and scoffed. She slowly turned her neck until her face landed on Emily, asking, “do you think I'll allow that?” “If she doesn’t walk you down the aisle, who will?” Andrew's voice came walking towards them. Kaylie authoritatively lifted her brows. “Anyone else,” she gave an immediate response. “But can never be her, you, or your daughter.” Emily scoffed. “You may hate us, Kaylie, but you can't deny us. We're still your family.” “We're your parents, aren'
~In the evening. Kaylie’s heel resonated on the floor as she stepped out of the room into the parlor in an expensive green floor-length gown and a tiny diamond necklace on her neck. Her face was layered with powder that blended with her light skin, and pale pink lipstick complimented her soft, full pink lips. Her blonde hair was styled in a classic bun with a delicate silver hairpin placed in it. Sadie, in her knee-length gown, had been waiting for Kaylie. She couldn't enter the room since Gage was inside, so immediately, as Kaylie came out, she rushed to her front. “Wow!” She scanned her from head to toe. “This looks great on you,” she complimented. “Bryson chose the correct size.” “Oh,” Kaylie said, surprised. “Is the dress from him?” Sadie nodded. “Yes,” she confirmed, smiling. “He auctioned it. It's expensive, but he got it because he believes you're worth it.” Bryson entered. “Wow!” He uttered, looking at Kaylie. He rushed to her front and scanned her body before getting hi
“No!” “I can’t!” “Never!” A voice woke Kaylie up from her sleep, and she quickly lifted her head from the pillow with a furrowed face. “Hun!” The room was dark, so she quickly turned on the light. She glanced at Gage next to her on the bed and saw him swiftly shaking his head with his eyes still closed, gripping the duvet, gritting his teeth. Her eyes widened in shock as she observed him for a few seconds. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked in a whisper. She watched him for another second, thinking he would stop, but he didn’t. “Gage…” she called in a low voice, still staring at him with confusion and shock, reflecting on her face. She stretched out her hand to touch him but reluctantly ceased and took her hand back. “Mom!” Gage continued shouting from his sleep with his eyes still closed. “Dad! Please, save me!” She watched him for another second until his forehead became wet with cold sweat. “Gage…” she called his name again, confused. She bent on her knees and tapped him l
Kaylie stepped out of the bathroom and saw jewelry boxes on the floor and dresses on the bed, while Gage remained in the same spot where she had left him in his wheelchair next to the bed. She scanned the jewelry boxes, trying to count them with her eyes, but she couldn’t finish counting before she shifted her gaze to the dresses on the bed, and without bothering to count them, she shifted her gaze to him. “What’s this?” “Nothing much,” he answered in simplicity. He pointed to the boxes on the floor and the dresses on the bed, furthering, “just two dozen jewelry sets, and dozens of dresses. Auctioned from the same brand Bryson ordered the one that makes you see him as the best,” He looked at her face and chuckled. “But at prices higher than his. These dresses are special editions, with some having just two types and the highest products of such qualities are five,” he explained, trying to exaggerate to impress her. “And the interesting price is that you’ll be the only one with th
Kaylie emerged from her room, bleary-eyed from the early hour, and greeted Sadie with a warm “Good morning, ma.” Her smile faltered for a moment as she took in Sadie's polished appearance. Already dressed to impress, Sadie sparkled with elegance, the necklace and diamond bracelet she reserved for special occasions gleaming on her neck and wrist.As she arrived at the parlor, she painted a bright smile on her face. “You’re up early,” she remarked, her tone laced with surprise. “Where are you going early this morning?”Sadie’s gaze met Kaylie’s, her brow furrowed in confusion. “You’ve forgotten already?” “Of course not,” Kaylie's response was swift. “You think I’d forget something so significant? Today marks a long-overdue reckoning for Bryson.”Sadie let out a gentle sigh, her left hand resting over her heart. “I thought as much,” she said, her voice soft. “Your question seemed... uncertain.”“Okay, but you're all dressed up,” Kaylie observed, feigning curiosity. “Are you expecting s
Kaylie trudged into the room. As she reached the bed, she fell her bottom onto it with a soft sigh. “Oh, my,” she muttered. “Listening to that woman drone on about what I’m not doing is exhausting,”Her gaze drifted to Gage, who had only looked up from his phone when she entered. She shook her head, frustration etching on her face. “My mind was racing with anger. It’s a waste of my time.”Gage dimmed his phone screen and shrugged his left shoulder, his expression empathetic. “Sorry you had to go through that,” he said, his voice infused with understanding. A warm smile crept onto his lips as he tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon. It’s just a matter of time, right?”She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.” She lifted her left hand, revealing a small pill vial. “Here.”His brow furrowed in curiosity. "What's that?" he asked.“Something Sadie gave me,” she replied flatly. “A sleeping pill she wants me to feed you tomorrow morning so you’ll be out unti
Kaylie slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head from the bed. She turned her head, catching Gage staring at her with a subtle smile. “What are you staring at?” she mumbled, her brow furrowed in a mixture of sleepiness and curiosity. She brushed her hand over her face, yawning, and crawled backward, resting her back against the bed header, her eyes never leaving Gage’s gentle smile.“Gage,” she whispered his name, but despite his gaze on her, he didn't respond, and his expression was unreadable. Her face scrunched up in concern as she observed him for a few seconds, wondering what was going through his mind. When he still didn't react, she raised her voice slightly, calling out to him again. “Gage.”Gage flinched. “Hun!” A tone fled his mouth. His eyes broadened, shocked. He was miles away, lost in thought, and her raised voice caught him unaware, leaving him stunned.She paused for a moment, allowing him to compose himself, before asking, “What are you thinking?”He stared downward a
“Ta-da, I'm ready!” Kaylie announced, striking a pose with her arms stretched out to the sides and a bright smile.Gage turned around, and his eyes widened in awe as he took in her transformed appearance. “This is... wow,” he stuttered, struggling to find the words to express his admiration.Kaylie had already dressed up, but Gage had asked her to change into something else because the original dress had been a gift from Bryson, and Gage wanted her to wear the one he had given her instead.“You like this?” She asked, still smiling.Gage slowly shook her head. “No…” he gave a simple response. A smile appeared on his face and he raised his voice, confessing, “I love it!”He swiftly steered to her front, gently taking her hand and turning her around to look at her backside as well. He gazed into her eyes, his face radiant with admiration. “You look stunning,” he complimented, his voice filled with sincerity. “We should get more dresses in this style. It suits you perfectly.”“Thank you.”
-The next day-As Sadie stepped out of her room, her eyes met Kaylie's, who was emerging from the kitchen. Sadie rushed over, grasping Kaylie's arms. “Good morning, dear,” she exclaimed, her face radiant with a warm smile. “You left the event yesterday informing no one, and we got back late last night, so I couldn’t speak with you. How was your night?”Kaylie nodded sympathetically. “I was still awake when you got back, ma, but couldn’t come out because Gage was still wide awake,” she explained. “He's still upset that I took Bryson’s side at the event yesterday, so I was doing my best to apologize and make amends.”“I completely understand your approach, and I must say, I’m impressed,” Sadie praised. “You're navigating this situation skillfully, knowing exactly when to take a step back. If you had openly supported Gage yesterday, the chairman would likely have turned on Bryson,”Sadie leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “He might even reconsider transferring Gage's share to Br
-Later in the evening-Kaylie entered the room with a plate of food cradled delicately in her hands as if it were a fragile treasure that might shatter at any moment. She approached the couch with measured steps and set the plate down on the table with precision.“What’s that?” Gage asked, taking his eyes off the book in his hand to look at her.“Your food. I doubt you’ve had anything since morning, so I prepared instant noodles,” she explained, beaming. “Wish I knew your favorite meal without asking. I would have surprised you with that.”“Isn’t preparing a bowl of noodles classified as babysitting?” He queried and before she could utter a word, he put the down beside him, adding, “my favorite meal is pounded yam with egusi, preferably with goat meat, but if not available, ponmo can take its place.”Kaylie scoffed, staring downward, but said nothing.“Mock me right to my face. You don’t need to hide it,” he said. He lifted his back from the bed header and shifted to the bed edge, befo
Kaylie entered the house in a slow stride, a look of concern etched on her face, and as she arrived in front of the room, Richard came out.He bent his neck. “Welcome, ma.” He greeted.Kaylie was too worried to respond to his greeting. Instead, she let out her worry. “How's he?” She asked. “Is he sleeping?”He nodded. “Yes,” he responded, and Kaylie instantly walked past him, but he stopped her. “He’s asked to be alone, and I think we should respect his wishes and let him have some quiet time.”Kaylie scoffed. “I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle this. As his wife, let me take care of this.” She made a point and took another step forward, and as she laid her hand on the lever, his words stopped her again.“He said it was because of you.”She slowly turned around, her face furrowed, confused, and as her eyes landed on him, she asked, “What are you talking about?”Richard sighed. “I don't have all the details, but from what he told me, it sounds like he's really passionat
“Didn't I just say until we get home?” She said.He licked his lips and nodded. “Okay. Agreed,” He lengthened his hand, requesting, “can I have the wine, please?”“Yes. Of course.” She handed her the wine.He sipped it and stared at her from head to toe.“What's wrong?” She asked, but he said nothing. She checked herself to see if there was something on her body, but there was nothing, so she asked again. “What are you looking at?”He took his eyes off her. “Nothing,” he said. “Just want to say you look beautiful. I love how the dress looks on you.”“Finally. You admit it.” She said with the transparency of excitement.“Let's forget about it,” he let out. He stared away from her and sipped the wine again. “I just feel the need to say what's on my mind. Nothing more.”She nodded twice. “Okay.”“When is your birthday?” He asked.“Soon. next month. On the thirteen,” she responded instantly, as if she'd been waiting years for him to ask. “But why do you ask?”“Never mind,” he said, taking
“What’s the difference between here and the atrium?” Kaylie threw a question from behind, slowly taking her steps as she entered the atrium, lightly holding a glass of wine in her right hand.Gage glanced backward at her, and without saying a word, he escorted her with his eyes until she arrived before him.“You were angry because the host and your father lavished praise on Bryson, and left the hall all because you didn’t want to hear Bryson’s voice,” she let out, staring into his eyes. “Now, tell me. The hall is just a few steps away from here. Isn’t his voice reaching here?”“It does,” he answered in simplicity. He averted his gaze from her, staring at his front. “But I did the least I could. I can’t help hearing his voice since you insist I should say, but I’m not seeing his face,”“That’s the hardest to bear.”She shrugged, exhaling softly. She wore a smile and slightly bent her neck. “Anyway, thanks,” she appreciated.He gazed at her, and knowing what he would say, she instantly e