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★★★★★“He’s doing it all for himself. He makes me feel like I’m the employee here,” Klein said, frustration flashing in his eyes.“If you tried looking at this positively, you wouldn’t feel like an employee. Besides, he’s the one who got you out of prison. I don’t think you should be bothered by something so minor,” Rebecca replied. She knew one thing for sure—as long as Edward gave his word, he wouldn’t let this company suffer.“Rebecca,” Pete began, cutting into the tense exchange between father and daughter, “you have no idea what he’s capable of. He manipulates you, makes you believe he’s working for your benefit, but in truth, he’s just reaching out to take what’s closest to you.”"I understand! But what exactly are you thinking, Dad?" Rebecca asked her father after listening to Pete. Somewhere, she could connect the dot to what she listened to outside of the chamber."Nothing. All I want is to remain the owner of my own company," Klein said, standing up from his seat as he made
★★★★★ “I’m fine, Mr. Pete! I just wasn’t really prepared to go out,” Rebecca replied, offering an excuse. She hadn’t realized how closely Pete was watching her. “You look perfect. I mean, you’re perfect just the way you are!” Pete said warmly. His words were meant to be sweet, but instead of making her blush, they left Rebecca feeling distinctly uncomfortable. "Thank you, Mr. Pete!" Rebecca said. "Call me Pete- and I mean it," Pete said, staring at the side of her face. Rebecca, in response, smiled lightly and hurried inside the gallery. It was uncomfortable to hear such sweet words from a middle-aged man, who had a twisted intention. The gallery was vast and stunning, filled with people admiring the exclusive photographs on display. Though she had been hesitant about coming, Rebecca found herself unexpectedly enjoying the experience. Taking a turn, she went to the next session but got stumped seeing her three huge pictures in three frames. It was from yesterday night when she wa
★★★★★"I am thinking about Me! You just dragged me out in front of the crowd. Can't you be a little mindful about me or my image? I am not a piece of luggage!" Rebecca yelled at Edward’s face because she was truly ashamed of the way she was dragged."What happened to the image when you decided to hang out with an old man, wandering in the city in his car? Do you think people will awe seeing you with him?" Edward's voice was more demanding than questioning as if his fury was going higher, mentioning the matter."First of all, it is my choice," Rebecca snapped, her voice firm, "Second, I was excited to watch the gallery so I came! I did not do it for public image." Edward's body leaned forward, menacing eyes looking down at Rebecca like knives as he said, "How can you forget what you said to me when you were in a dire situation?" The more Edward talked, the more chill emitted from his aura, "My order is your command. So when I said you bring back the file, then why did your 'brave dad'
★★★★★ "God, what is wrong with this couch!" Rebecca continuously put all their strength into moving the couch, yet she was unable to move it a little, increasing her irritation. Meanwhile, Edward, who was aware why Rebecca's effort was not giving her satisfaction, kept his mouth closed, even though he was giving her sidelong glances frequently. "Argh!" Rebecca cried out and kicked the couch with her right foot. Since she was on a heel, her foot twisted, and she fell on the ground, crying loudly, "Ahh... my foot!" As soon as her hand reached to the heel, her eyes welled up in tears, with a whimper, "Oh, god!" Edward gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat, making his way to Rebecca. Going to his knees he picked Rebecca up from the ground in his arms and made her sit on the couch. He said, "Can't you see the couch is impossible to move because it is fixed to the ground?" His frustration laced in his voice. "Can't you inform me about this a minute ago, when I was struggling to
★★★★Meanwhile, Veronica was sitting with some of her friends in a cafe, having coffee and snacks. While the conversation flowed around her, she seemed lost, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance."Ve, come back on earth!" Hosey exclaimed, giving a gentle nudge to Veronica. She was a close friend of Veronica and also a model. Both of them walked together on the ramp many times all over the world."I am listening to all of you!" Veronica dismissed Hosey's words with a smile that did not reach to her eyes, causing another friend to tease, "Are you missing your Mr Perfect? I mean, Mr Harrington is a perfect man, but, obsessing over him in this way is not good for your health and mind.""Shut up, Jena! I am not," said Veronica, waving her hand in front of her face before grabbing her coffee that had not been touched since it was served."Ah- Huh! I can smell, Veronica, something is troubling you. What is it!?" Hosey asked, her tone was concerning."Do you remember Rebecca Jonas?" Veron
★★★★★ "I got you startled, how?" Connor said, coming to the desk, "What are you doing on Edward's laptop? You know he is going to kill you," Connor had a comfortable smile on his face. "Nothing, I'm just looking for things to communicate with him since he is not picking up my phone. I just want to get out of this place," Rebecca said, standing up from the chair before making her way out of the desk. "Well, I share the same thought. Let’s go!" Connor said, his voice was enthusiastic. "How can I? There is a lot more work I need to finish. Plus, I can’t leave without telling him. In the morning, just because I did not bring the file to him, he punished me with these files. Who knows what he would tell me to do if I left the office now," Rebecca said, pushing away some hair from her face. "As long as you have me you do not need to fear of him. He won't say no to me, you know that. Besides, where he is?" Connor asked, "My sources said he is in a business meeting and definitely won't b
★★★★★Rebecca shifted her eyes behind her and froze, finding Edward standing. His eyes bore a chilling terror as they looked down at her. It made Rebecca swallow a wave of uneasiness.'She could not be such an unfortunate woman. Wasn’t he supposed to be in a business meeting? How come he is here?'"Ed, you surprise me, man!" Connor exclaimed and pulled Edward in a light hug. Connor was shocked- Edward showing up to a party that was unrelated to any business was the last thing he had expected. "I am surprised, too! I can see you invited a lot of people, even the people who have no reason to be here," said Edward, his tone edged with irony. As he said, his gaze landed on Rebecca, who immediately understood his words aimed at her. She was an unnecessary person in this party. Connor, noticing the tension between Edward and Rebecca quickly stepped up, saying, "She is my date. Don't scare her away!" Connor grabbed Rebecca's hand and pulled her close. "Is that so?!" Edward questioned back
★★★★★Rebecca glanced up in Edward’s direction after reading the message and saw him locking his phone. He leaned forward and got his drink. She did not understand what would be wrong if his brother touched her feet in a simple act of concern.Her eyes shifted a little on Edward's arm, where she saw a lipstick stain, leaving her burned with envy. Hence, she felt like rebelling against his warning. The following second, she grabbed her phone back and typed a text: "Sometimes learn to keep your eyes to yourself. Stop being bossy in the party. Otherwise, I will let your girlfriend know you are being possessive toward me!" And she sent the message before exhaling a breath.At the time, Henrick got up from his seat, grabbed a glass of whiskey and approached Rebecca."The way you ignored me almost made me feel you never knew me, why is it?" Henrick commented and sat next to Rebecca, who gave him a hate-filled sideglance and decided to shift. But Henrick stretched his hand and offered the w
★★★★★"Miss Jonas' name send you in trance?" Imara said with a teasing tone as she poured tea into the cups. The fresh smell of the tea spread fresh wings across the room, bringing Edward out of his thoughts.He rested his arm on the armrest, answering, "Two of you have a wide imagination, I must say. But it is not what you are thinking?""That's a shame! I love that girl," Turner said, grasping a teacup from Imara, who offered him a small cake with it."How about I choose her for Daniel, Imara? What do you think?" Turner asked, his tone had a hint of seriousness."Are you sure, Dad?" Imara answered; her gaze shifted from Turner to Edward and she saw his unwinded face became dark.Before she could say something to adjust the situation Edward stood up, saying, "I am done here. If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to reach out to me."The situation startled Imara, who instantly thought Edward got pissed because of their words. She put the cup down and got up, adding in a
★★★★★"Yes, Edward. How are you, Turner?" said Edward with a calm tone, making his way to Turner, who was sitting by the window, basking under the sun that poured its sunshine inside filtering through the window."I am well. I was waiting for you to come. My eyes longed to see your face," Turner said, his smile did not leave his face."Why did not you call or reach out to me?" Edward sat opposite him. He thought, wondering if he should look for him once. But how could he, his own life was so pressed by stuff. "My hands became weak," Turner mentioned looking at his hands, "I am suffering from....from," the frown appeared on his forehead. "Alzheimer!" The woman’s voice interrupted the conversation and Turner glanced toward the door. His smile bloomed as he nodded, "Yes, Alzheimer... thank you, Imara." His expression softened, "Ed, do you recall Imara," he shifted his gaze back to Edward. "Yeah... she has grown up fine, and she looks more like your wife," said Edward, lightening the m
★★★★"There is nothing to lie about, Miss Veronica. The boss doesn't care about anyone's opinion and feelings. If he does have something for Miss Rebecca, I think he would come out to the world openly and proudly. So all I can say to you is to wait and see," said Trevor patiently and collected all the files from the ground. "I can't lose him. I don’t know what I would do to the people he cares for," spat Veronica with anger, making her way to the exit. With both hands resting on the waist, Trevor could only sigh. It seemed to him Veronica had just called a war against Rebecca.Meanwhile, Edward relentlessly called Rebecca, but he did not get an answer from her, increasing the irritation in his head. "Damn it, pick up the phone!" Edward shouted, looking at the phone as the call kept ringing. The growing frustration in his head was punching his patience. As a result, the following second, he cut the call and punched the steering wheel hard. Exhaling, Edward dialled Trevor with a dark
★★★★★Edward clenched his fists and stared at Veronica for a moment, adding, "I do not love anyone. But it seems to me you are run over by your jealousy. How about you stop looking for me from now on? But that won't affect your career, nor the project my company has promised to you." The impatience in Edward’s eyes was apparent as if he wanted to follow Rebecca, who misunderstood him."What? No, you cannot do that to me... I am looking for you because I care for you, not because I want my career to thrive on your name," said Veronica, drawing close to the desk as her eyes flickered with fear instead of shock as if she had been expecting such an outcome for a long time."I am a very particular man who is always clear about his feelings. If you can recall, I have told you in one sentence that you cannot see me getting attached to you just because you are walking, running around me," Edward said clearly; his tone was firm, leaving no reason for Veronica to deny. And he grabbed his coat,
★★★★"I wish I could answer you. But seems like I am not really clever enough to understand you, Veronica. How about you allow me to grasp the information," said Rebecca with the same curt tone, her eyes narrowed, and glued on Veronica's face, trying to learn what's new she was cooking."I can see you haven't been home for a long time. It would be great if you got to know this from your father. Plus, I know Edward's grandfather wanted you to stay in Harrington Manor, but that doesn't mean you begin building your dream house there," said Veronica, her eyes mocking. In them, Rebecca could see victory as if Veronica was successfully separating Rebecca's intention from her innocent expression."I understand. Thank you," said Rebecca, and turned around, leaving the cabin. Edward quickly sent a text to Trevor because he did not want Rebecca to travel alone in such a situation."Babe, are you free today?" Veronica softly asked, taking a seat opposite Edward."I am not completely aware of my
★★★★Edward led Rebecca into his office, the soft glow of the table lamp illuminating the dark, polished wood of the room. He shut the door behind them, casting a brief glance at her pale, unsettled face. He knew taking her home would only give her space to spiral further into her thoughts. "You can sleep on the couch if you’re tired," he said, his tone unusually gentle, though it carried an underlying firmness. Rebecca, however, remained rooted in place, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. Edward sighed, his voice dipping into a softer register as he tried to pull her from her internal whirlwind. "You’re obsessing over something invalid, Rebecca. Sometimes, things people say are nothing but empty words meant to rile you up." Rebecca snapped out of her daze, meeting his gaze defensively. "Invalid?" she repeated, her voice low but tense. "She didn’t seem like she was spewing nonsense... Don't you see her face? Her wide, fearful eyes make me th
★★★★ Rebecca and Edward arrived at the hospital to meet Martha. The more Rebecca walked toward Martha's ward the little heart inside her rib cage drummed loudly. Edward, on the other hand, emitted a chilling aura as he came to a stop in front of the ward. The moment he heard that Martha came to her senses by some miracle, he decided to hear the reasoning he was looking for without caring about her health or showing mercy to her situation. "Mr Harrington, the patient is very fragile. A small agitation could lead her life to end which is why I want to request you not to make her rattle with your words," the doctor's voice was below the whisper. "Once she is better, there will be plenty of time to get anything you want from her," a doctor who was in his mid-40s requested Edward to be a little gentle with the patient, his voice hopeful. Last night, he had seen Edward being an erupting volcano, which made him believe there was some animosity he had with the woman on the bed. Instead of
★★★★★"Shut up!" Kendell shouted, her face contorted in fury. Her fists clenched tightly to her sides, remembering how she dismissed her daughter's worries in the hospital. She thought it was impossible for Rebecca Jonas to ruin her daughter's happiness, but now it seemed she was wrong to judge the dirty intention of that girl."Don't you dare to act over-smart in front of me," Kendall snapped, unleashing her disdain with her eyes. Walking forward she diminished the distance between them and continued, "I cannot believe you and your daughter have no shame. Even though the man once broke off the engagement and left you to deal with the shame and people's mocking. Huh!" She paused to snigger, "You two care only about money.""Mind your language, Kendell! You're standing in my house and insulting me and my daughter; I am no saint," Rebecca's mother shot back, gritting her teeth."What are you going to do?" Kendall challenged Rebecca's mother, her eyes full of provocation. "Back then, you
★★★★★"Martha came to her senses this morning. Are you sure you don't want to tag along?" Edward said, glancing at Rebecca, noting the shift in her expression."Is she okay?" Rebecca questioned with a concerned tone that left Edward puzzled, and he turned at her, his eyes staring at the person who was concerned about the people who wanted to kill her, not once but twice."Why are you looking at me like that?" Questioned Rebecca, her lower lips curled into a pout as her frown displayed her deep confusion."She is not okay, but I need to talk to her," Edward replied curtly, turning around, "Don't just stand there if you want to go!""Hmm..." Rebecca replied, her lashes drooping a little as if a certain thought made a change in her feelings. She did not answer the way Edward thought, which prompted him to look in her direction again. "What is there to be scared about?" Edward asked.Rebecca looked up and answered, "I am not scared, I am thinking about the reason she did it. What if....