บททั้งหมดของ Love, Lies and Billionaires: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Maren sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her face was void of expression as she admired the neck piece she wore. As she did, the diamonds on her wrist shone in the bright light which illuminated the room. “Ma’am,” a maid stood at her half-opened door, with a pleasing demeanour. Maren turned in her direction slowly. “Master said to call you down." “Alright," she said in a quiet voice and turned back to the mirror when she had left. It was dark out and Alexander had made her dress up exquisitely for the gathering they were going for. In minutes, she made her way down the stairs. Her silver heels made soft clicking sounds on the ground as she walked. Quietly, she got to the sitting room where Alexander stood facing the window, waiting for her. She made sure to arrange her red, flowing body con dress before he turned to her. Slowly, he turned to view the presence in the room and paused unwittingly. His eyes travelled from the hair on her head to the shoes o

Palms jamming together rented the air as he took his place beside his father. “Over the years, Alexander here has been more than the son I asked for. And his hard work has made him who he is today,” Mr. Blackwood said. Maren couldn't help but smile at the corner, and the crowd also agreed. “Now that aside, I'd like to officially hand over the ownership of my companies to the last man standing in the blackwood family.” He announced. Clapping and cheers filled the air and even Alexander couldn't hide his grin. Mr Blackwood gently stepped away from the pulpit, carefully supported by the guards who stood beside him, and Alexander stepped forward. He cleared his throat and scanned the crowd before looking back at the microphone like he was nervous. “I, um- it really is a pleasure being here tonight-" Maren couldn't help but stare at this man who she was locked in with. It was true they had had an encounter a long time ago before she and William's break up and they had made out o

"Alright baby, did you have fun?" "Yeah!” He almost yelled, as he carefully climbed up the staircase, supporting himself with the rails. “That's good. Now go up to your room. Mummy has to take care of some things, okay?” "Okay!’ As soon as he was gone, her bright smile wiped off and turned into an angry frown. She turned around and walked down to the kitchen, where she suspected Rose was. As she expected, she was there doing the dishes with one of the other maids. “Welcome, ma’am," they both greeted in unison when they noticed her presence. Maren didn't reply. She just stood at the door and folded her arms, watching them. “Who let William into the house?" Her voice was uncomfortably calm. They both turned to her, confusion written on their faces. “How did Mr. Sinclair get into the house and get to Nathan?" Rose froze where she stood, and her eyes widened. She'd been with Maren as a caretaker for four years when Nathan was born. Maren trusted him in her care. She ha

The dining table was silent except for the plates and cutleries which seemed to be having a discussion which echoed through the room. Of all the faces which included Maren Nathan and Alexander, Maren's was the most clouded and she picked at her food like it was prepared with too much vinegar. She stole glances at Alexander from time to time, but he didn't seem to notice as he was caught between eating his food and his phone. She turned to him again, but this time, he caught her gaze. Making her turn away quickly. “What's on your mind?" He asked, but she just shook her head. "You can't tell me that. You've been quiet for the past few days now. What's bothering you?” Maren took the risk and looked up at him, meeting his eyes. She searched his expressionless face for the slightest sign of emotion, but she got none. The annoying part was there was worry in his voice when he spoke. But his face sent a different message. She turned back to her food and to Nathan, who was quietl

The private lounge of the second to the last floor was as quiet as it should be. The only sound that could be heard was the low music coming in through the speakers. Alexander was seated on one sofa, a document spread open in front of him. He seemed not to mind it as he scrolled through his phone in one hand and a glass of white wine rested in the other. Soon enough, the elevator door opened to two hefty men who seemed to half dragged a man out of the elevator with them. “Let go of me, will you? Do you know who the fuck I am? I could have you gone at the snap of my fingers” "Oh, really?” Alexander's voice came suddenly, making him shut his mouth quickly. The men roughly hurled him on his knees in front of Alexander. “Sir?" His whole body trembled as he knelt before Alexander. “Not such a talkative anymore, are you?" His eyes were still focused on what he was doing on his phone. The man was quiet. Sweat was beginning to form on his forehead despite the cold temperature the