The atmosphere in Oldman Huxley's house was heavy with a mix of emotions as Gerard enters with William and North by his side. The old man's eyes widened in surprise at seeing Gerard back so suddenly."Gerard, my boy, what brings you back? I thought you weren't planning to return anytime soon," Oldman Huxley said, his voice filled with concern.Gerard approached him and greeted him respectfully. "Grandpa, it's good to see you again," he said, but there's a hint of sadness in his tone.The old man could sense something is amiss. "You seem troubled, Gerard. Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.Gerard took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "I'm done with my business in Esmea, but it's not what you think," he started, his expression grave.Oldman Huxley listened attentively as Gerard recounts the shocking events that led to Caleb's death. His eyes widened in disbelief as he heard about Caleb's betrayal and tragic demise."I can't be
Nathan stood outside Yvette's door, his hand hesitating near the knob. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before knocking. The air felt heavy with unspoken emotions, the tension palpable as he prepared to broach a delicate subject.Gently, Nathan rapped on the door, waiting for Yvette's response. When he received no answer, he tried again, calling out softly, "Yvette, it's me, Nathan. Can we talk?"Silence greeted him from behind the closed door. Nathan's heart sank, but he refused to give up. Slowly, he turned the knob and stepped into Yvette's room. The sight that greeted him was one of melancholy—a room bathed in muted light, shadows dancing along the walls, and Yvette sitting by the window, lost in her thoughts.He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. "Yvette, can we talk for a moment?" Nathan's voice was gentle, filled with concern.Yvette turned her head slightly, acknowledging his presence but not meeting his gaze. Her eyes were red-rimmed, a
The VIP suite exuded an air of luxury and indulgence, with plush leather sofas, dimmed ambient lighting, and a private bar stocked with premium drinks. It was Gerard's usual spot back in the day when he frequented the bar before he was married. He recalled those carefree nights spent here, surrounded by laughter, music, and the thrill of the nightlife.Pouring himself a glass of champagne, Gerard settled into the soft sofa, the bubbles tickling his senses as he took a sip. The memories flooded back, memories of a time when he didn't have responsibilities weighing him down, when life was simpler.But tonight, there was no Ivy to tell him what to do or where not to go. He was free to make his own choices, to embrace the night and forget about his troubles, if only for a moment. Gerard thought about Ivy briefly, the memories of their time together mingling with the present. He wondered what she was doing now, if she ever thought of him the way he thought of her.Lost in his thoughts, Ger
Gerard stumbled through the night, his mind swirling in a haze of alcohol and unresolved emotions. As he drove through the dimly lit streets, the neon signs of the city flickered like distant memories, each one triggering a different thought or feeling. The loud music from the club still echoed in his ears, a cacophony of beats that matched the chaotic rhythm of his thoughts. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady himself as he navigated the winding roads."Why did I resist her?" Gerard muttered to himself, his voice slurred. "Why did Ivy come to mind?" His mind raced with questions, each one leading to another, forming an endless loop of confusion and regret.Despite his intoxicated state, Gerard was aware enough to know that driving was risky, yet he refused the club’s owner offer to lend him a designated driver. He needed to escape, to flee from his thoughts, clouded his judgment. All he wanted was to leave that place behind, to find solace in the oblivion of the
The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the Quinn estate as preparations for Yvette's trip to Artea were underway. The servants hurried around, packing Yvette's belongings into the car parked in front of the mansion. Yvette herself sat on the edge of her bed, a mix of anticipation and nervousness evident in her expression.A soft knock on her bedroom door announced the arrival of the driver. "Miss Yvette, the car is ready," he informed her respectfully.Yvette nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Thank you, I'll be right there," she replied, watching the driver leave before gathering her resolve to stand up.As she made her way downstairs, Nathan intercepted her path, a concerned look in his eyes. "I could go with you if you want," he offered tentatively.Yvette paused, giving him a gentle smile. "I know Mom asked you to say that," she said knowingly. "But I'm capable of handling this trip on my own, Nathan. Don't worry too much, okay? I'll be back soon after the
As Ivy and Dominic arrived at the hotel, the bustling energy of Artea surrounded them. The streets were filled with people going about their day, and the anticipation for the upcoming concert could be felt in the air. Ivy, who preferred to keep a low profile and avoid drawing too much attention from fans and onlookers, reached for her sunglasses and slipped them on, shielding her eyes from the curious glances of passersby.The hotel lobby was grand and opulent, with marble floors and sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Ivy and Dominic made their way to the reception desk, where they were greeted by the friendly hotel staff. The receptionist, recognizing Ivy, tried to contain her excitement but couldn't help but smile widely at the famous musician standing before her."Welcome to our hotel, Ms. Quinn," the receptionist said with a hint of excitement in her voice. "We're thrilled to have you stay with us. How can I assist you today?"Ivy returned the smile graciously. "Th
In the quiet sanctuary of her dressing room, Ivy sat before her grand piano, the ivory keys gleaming under the soft glow of the room's lights. Her fingers hovered delicately over the keys, a gentle touch that belied the storm of emotions swirling within her. Today marked a milestone in her career—a concert where she would showcase not only her prowess as a pianist but also her newfound skill of singing alongside her melodies.The room was a haven of artistic energy, with sheet music scattered across the piano and a music stand holding her lyrics in place. Ivy's journey from a pianist to a singer-pianist had been a challenging yet rewarding one, filled with hours of practice, vocal coaching, and moments of self-discovery.As she prepared for the concert, Ivy's mind was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. She had meticulously chosen the songs for tonight, each one holding a special place in her heart. They were a reflection of her journey, her struggles, and her triumphs woven into me
An elegant young lady exited the hospital and quickly got into a high-end black car.“You seem very happy, Mrs. Huxley,” the driver commented with a smile.Happy? She was joyful! After three years of marriage with the love of her life, she finally got pregnant. And this news came just at the right time!Ivy had been in love with Gerard since high school. Gerard Huxley was her senior and the dream boy of every girl. He was handsome, intelligent, with an impressive background. His parents were the presidents of the Huxley group, the most powerful group in Artea, and it was no news that he would be the successor. Not that Ivy cared for the last part.Looking at the report in her hand, the word ‘PREGNANT’ couldn't help but make her feel happy, and her smile grew even wider. Ivy has always been a beautiful girl - big doe-eyes, small plump lips, and a cute button nose, even when she was just a child. Coupled with her sunny and friendly characteristics, it was impossible for one to hate her.