3 Months Later
Victory was lugging four massive luggage bags from the conveyor belt onto her trolley.
Ugh! Why do winter clothes take too much space?! She grumbled inwardly, clenching her jaw as she hoisted one luggage on top of the other.
Only three months in Europe and her luggage seems to have procreated itself. One of her luggage contained only her winter jackets while another two held all her winter outfits. The fourth luggage contained cooking utensils and various pots and pans which was brought from Lucerne because Victory intends to cook once she settles down in New York.
She is starting to think that perhaps bringing all those pots and pans back with her may not be such a good idea.
"It's not as if I can't buy them in New York. I am such a nincompoop!" Victory muttered vexedly under her breath as she tried to navigate the heavy trolley and avoid bumping into the throng of trave
Hi! I’m sorry this chapter is a bit long but I wanted to create a dramatic return to New York for Victory. Hope you guys liked it. I look forward to reading your comments. xx F.A.R. Ps: Do give me some gems and share your review for the book. Thank you!
"Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant." Yep, that's how we Sinclairs greet each other after a long absence. Unlike other people who would normally say hello, or ask how do you do, I decided to confess immediately whenI saw my parents in the living room. The same parents who had accepted my feeble apology after I ran out from my own wedding, causing them to endure public humiliation. Perhaps I am finally embracing the spoiled rich kid persona as what the media have labelled me to be.I suppose you could say that the new me is a big fan of theatrics because there is nothing quite like dropping a bomb right smack in front your parents faces and watching their pleasantexpressions contort into pure shock. So wicked were my thoughts thatIhalf expected my dad to suddenly sprinkle me with holy water and exclaim dramatically, now that I have confessed, all my past sins are forgiven by the Lord. My apologies, I seem to have diverged
It has been two weeks after she had given birth to Astor, the blue eyed, dark haired bouncing baby who is now terrorising both her days and nights. Whoever invented the saying, sleep like a baby probably never had one. Despite his cherubic face and utterly adorable tiny fingers and tiny toes, Astor's cries could probably wake up the dead. In their residence, Astor have woken everyone upat the oddest time and sleep deprived is now known as the Sinclair's new normal. It's an absolute miracle no one has gone bonkers yet. It was one of the rare afternoons where Astor had just fallen asleep and Susannah, his nanny carried him upstairs tohis crib. As a new mother, alone time is a priceless commodity and she needed a distraction, something to help her relax and take her mind away from the anxiety of it all. SoVictory had occupied herself in the kitchen and was baking an apple pie. Her cellphone suddenly rang and she idly swiped
Victory has been appointed as A. K. Media's Business Development Manager. She is tasked to head the business development team, a newly created unit. The team comprises of only two people, Victory and her assistant, David. Their main role is to bring in new clients for A. K. Media. Besides their unit, there is another sales team that handle existing clients' contracts and is currently overseen by Arthur.By the end of the year, Arthur plans to merge both teams under her supervision. When she first read her job description, she was pleasantly surprised that Arthur would allow her to hold such an important post. After the mess that she had landed him in last year, she didn't expect that he would be so charitable to her.Her surprise later morphed into irony after she was bombarded with snooping questions by potential clients. Instead of being interested with what she is offering on behalf of A. K. Media, most of them wanted to know whether she is
Just like it was a year ago, her work at A. K. Media is hectic and tough, and Victory is loving every minute of it. She finally garnered a small contract with Kim Entertainment. Her second meeting with the company went well, so well in fact they immediately awarded A. K. Media a contract to cover one of their newest rising stars who is set to feature in a new tv series. Besides Kim Entertainment, she also has garnered several other contracts with various new clients, which explains her erratic work schedule. Her days are filled with meetings and appointments while her nights and weekends are filled with events.With the new team that she's heading, Victory has to be on her feet at all times to make sure that she is able to bring in new clients as Arthur had appointed her to do. No more Christian Louboutins, Missy. She sternly told herself after coming back from an event with blisters on her feet. This time, she has traded her stilettos for Mary J
Have you ever woken up one day to an absolutely ordinary morning only to find out later that your whole life had flipped on its axis? Well, today is that day for me. Because literally in just a matter of minutes, I will find out that I have a fathered son. Andthings will never ever be the same again. It all started when I insisted on picking up Victory from her apartment. She has been working with me for about a month now and I just wanted to know where she lives. I haven't seen her around the Upper East Side so naturally I was curious. With our busy schedule at work, I don't think she's staying with her parents in the suburbs. Besides, we've been fooling around for a few weeks now and I was thinking perhaps we could take things further, like to the bedroom in her apartment. Yes, my ex-fiancé is back in my life, working in my company and surprisingly I like her work. Correction, I admire her work.
Arthur was livid. Because for one more time, Victory had deceived him. How could he have believed she would be any different this time? Barely a month into having her back in his life, she is already causing chaos and disrupting every semblance of order. As the saying goes, do not judge a Victory by herunblemished skinand angelic little face. Even the holy bible is not exempt from filth, its pages are filled with numerous tales of human lies and deception. How could he naively expected for her heart to be as pure as she looks? The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? Jeremiah 17:9 They were in his car, on their way back from the hospital.With the exception of the occasional babble from Astor, the ride to the Upper West Side was ominously silent. Arthur was seated in the passenger seat next to Gerald while Victory, Astor and Susannah all sat in the backseat
It has been two weeks since Arthur had found out about Astor and so far, there is absolutely no news from him. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. When Victory returned from the Sinclairs residence two weeks ago, she half expected Arthur to suddenly turn up at her apartment holding a red balloon like that creepy crimson-haired clown called Pennywise in the horror movie It. However, she has not seen Arthur anywhere. The last time she saw him was on that fateful Saturday two weeks ago.Even last Friday, she was supposed to have her weekly progress meeting with Arthur but he wasn't in his office. His secretary informed her that Arthur had left at noon. He has an appointment somewhere in the city and will not be returning. This is so uncharacteristic of the Arthur that she knows. He wouldn't miss an appointment and he's definitely never missed any of their meetings before. What Victory did not know, last Friday Arthur was at the hospital, picki
"Hold up!" Victory cried out as her slender legs trotted towards the partially closed elevator doors, her jacket flapping wildly behind her. The doors paused for half a second before parting and Victory nimbly jumped inside. "Thanks!" She said breathlessly, looking up to find familiar pale blue eyes glancing at her cautiously. Ugh, it's just Grouchy Luci, she realised glumly, flinching, her mouth turning into a frown. She turned her chin up in the opposite direction as Arthur stood silently on her right. Her arms were folded around her chest, loathing and anger reverberating in waves from her uptight posture. They've stopped talking since Arthur told her that he's going to sue her for custody. In fact, they've stopped everything and ignored each other since that Friday when he dropped the bomb. Well, if you count the specifics, Victory has been doing the ignoring part while Arthur is his usual brooding self.&nb