The duoâs arrival at the West family residence was immediately welcomed by a banquet-sized feast that almost exclusively served Tiffanyâs favorite dishes.As Tiffanyâs eyes took in the food laid before her, she realized how much she enjoyed being cared for by someone. The notion of being seen as important warmed her heart.Time passed, but Atticus West continued to be absent. Knowing Jackson was avoiding the question, Tiffany took it upon herself to ask Summer, âWhereâs Uncle Atticus, Auntie Summer? I donât see him.âSummer snuck a glance at her son. âOh, heâs around alright⌠All cooped up in his study upstairs. Heâs concerned that Jackson might be upset if he shows up, so that stubborn old man has shut himself in after ignoring my advice. Well, Tiffie dear, would you take Jackson with you and invite him over for dinner?âJackson did not attempt to hide his repulsion. âNope, no can do. Iâm not gonna beg him to eat with us. To eat or not to eat â itâs none of my concern.âTiffany jabbed
Watching him go into a stone-like silence abruptly sparked an ugly blaze within Tiffany. Suddenly, she despised the man standing in front of her. She despised him so much that it harkened back to the last time they had an altercation that stung enough to make her consider splitting.It was not like she wanted Jackson to surrender to her demands or go through hell to make her happy or even completely absolve the faults Atticus had made as a deadbeat dad. All she wanted Jackson to do was to put at least an ounce of forbearance; to summon a little bit more grit â just enough that when he was in the same room as his father, no one had to feel terrible.Among the four of them, Tiffany was the outsider, the tack-on. That alone was enough ground for trepidation that could easily escalate into crippling anxiety. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in the middle of a cold war while already embroiled in discomfort. It mortified her. It made her want to quit and never bother with it again.
Jackson froze. He lowered his eyes as his emotions returned to whence they came. âIâll call my mom and apologize to her too⌠right in front of you. Fine?âTiffany suddenly found Jackson inscrutable. Worried that he was only trying to make her happy by making things even harder for himself, she demurred, âLook, I didnât say I want that. But⌠I guess⌠I guess I agree that you should give your mom a call.âWithout another word, Jackson dialed Summerâs number and connected his phone to the car speaker through Bluetooth connection. When the call was through, it was loud enough for Tiffany to hear every word Summer enunciated.âJackson? Is that you?ââIâm sorry for losing my cool just now, Mom. I wonât do it again.ââOh. Well, itâs alright. I understand. You were acting out against your fatherâs display of passion, werenât you? But surely youâre aware that art is⌠well, art is your fatherâs lifelong devotion; he canât help but act the way he did⌠Listen, Iâm not asking you to treat him like
Summer took a seat on the couch as she remarked, âWhatâs the rush? Itâs not like anyoneâs gonna deduct your wage over it or something. Now, about last night⌠Thank you. I have no doubt that you did something to convince Jackson to apologize to me over the phone. Itâs hard for him, I know. I donât blame him.âAs Tiffany had only just woken up, she was not precisely at her most sober. âHuh?⌠I mean, just doing my job! Yeeeeap.âSuddenly, Summerâs expression changed before pulling out a bra from underneath her. âWhat theâŚ?âTiffany froze. If she remembered correctly, her bra should not have been the only thing tucked inside the couch cushions â there should have been something else that was way, way more embarrassing! God, last night, they took such a direct dive into their passion that neither of them had the thought of tidying things up!Her thoughts returned to the present, and she lurched forward, snatching the bra from Summerâs hand. âOh, Iâm so, so sorry about this! Um, this place c
Jackson had imagined their eventual confrontation to be a severe one; however, the sight of jealousy pouring out of her mien was somehow a pretty enjoyable sight. âWell, what do you think?ââWhat do I think?â Tiffany was on the verge of an eruption. ââWhat do I think?â Iâve been fuming at the idea for the entire evening, Buckaroo, and here you want me to think about it even more? I ainât playing this game⌠You tell me yourself!âJackson could not stop himself from laughing. âOh, Lord, what did that brain of yours cook up, huh? Alright, I admit, I used to swing around a lot, but! My escapade never involved people of my inner circles. Perhaps you should ask Aye about this; she would tell you that I only have relationships with women outside our company. Everyone knows that Iâve never slept with any of the female employees,â he explained. âSure, Miss Lane is bodacious, and that body is pretty damned sexy, but too bad! She is my secretary, which according to my rul â ââToo f**king bad?â H
Jackson appeared by the steps leading to the Lanesâ residence the next morning while it was bright out. Behind him, a striking procession of cars lined up in a neat row outside the entrance to the complex.Tiffany had only (reluctantly) rolled out of bed after a call from her beau before dragging herself to wash up. Lillian, in contrast, was much more excited for the event. She was already all dolled up, so she lent her daughter a hand with the latterâs make-up.âUh, youngsters nowadays! I told you to head to bed early last night, but did you listen? Now look at you â your eyelids are practically glued close!â she chastised. âJacksonâs waiting for you downstairs, young lady. Just look at all those cars lining up outside â pooh! Now thatâs the Wests for you. But if all of this is for a mere engagement ceremony, then how grand would the wedding itself be?âTiffany cracked yet another jaw-breaking yawn in front of the dresser. âCanât we do this at, uh, a later time or something, Mom? As l
Tiffany was just as confused about her sudden anxiety. Her familyâs affluent past had acclimated her to grand events like these, and she was never one to shy away from social interactions. However, somehow over time, the girl had begun to shrink from people-centric events.Nevertheless, Jackson and Tiffany were the stars of the show today. She could not possibly weasel her way out of attention despite herself. âI-I donât know why. Aww⌠Canât Ari be any faster? Iâll feel soooo much better if sheâs around,â Tiffany murmured. âWithout her, I feel so, well, vulnerableâŚâJackson patted the back of Tiffanyâs hand reassuringly. âGod, you canât live without Arianne, can you?â he teased. âNow, now. Have no fear, for Iâm right here with you, right? In fact, letâs bring you to the lounge for a breather and a little surprise that I have in store for you.âTiffany was secretly unexcited for whatever Jackson was gearing up to do. How could any âsurpriseâ be of any help to her multiplying anxiety?Th
With that, Arianne spun on her heels, palpably sulking.Suddenly, Mark reached out and hurriedly tugged on her wrist. âGranny was kidding. Please, donât pay her words any mind,â he explained. âListen, how about you come home to the Tremont Estate with me after this partyâs over? Itâs been a while since youâve come back to the Capital â spending time with your grandmother is something thatâs long overdue between you two. Besides, Mary and Henry both expressed wishes to see you home.âArianne swung her hand away from his grip in a fit of discomfort. âWeâll see, okay?â she fumbled an answer, her eyes avoiding him. âIâm going to accompany Tiffie. Sheâs nervous.âMark let her go in silence. He knew how much Tiffany meant to his wife.Summer and Atticus had both left by the time she returned to the lounge. Tanya, upon seeing her return, suddenly piped up, âUm, Ari? I get this feeling that weâre very different from everyone else out there⌠Everyoneâs wearing suits and tux and gowns and stuff,
Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.Shelly-Ann Leigh⌠She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the womanâs hair was now grey and white all over.When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between themâeven the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimmingâfor good. So, Arianne replied, âIâll go with you. No matter what happened, sheâs still your mother.âMark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. âI knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldnât agree to let me accompany her for the last of her daysâŚâArianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
Arianne sneered. âYou confused, little thing. I wouldnât be daft enough to anger the mother of the man I like if I were you, girl. I would especially not say anything as low IQ as that, too. Let me be completely frank with you: no one who bears the surname of Leigh will ever get the better of meâthe last one failed. Hard. I can guarantee that youâll leave us in the span of three days. If I lose, you can stay here forever. Wanna bet? I dare you.âShe left her threat hanging at that and turned her wheelchair away, leaving the scorned young woman behind.Rage came out of Raven as waves of quakes all over her body. She was lurching close to hyperventilation, but right before it became impossible to stop, she came around and battled herself to calm down. She had a feeling that even if she fainted right there and then, no one would discover her, would they?Now that Arianne and Mark had returned, the Tremont Estate had recovered its vivacity and life. It had become merry.And Raven Leigh
Melissa was the type who always pushed things to go as festive as logically possible. She leaped to her feet and raised her cup, âYo, everyone! Letâs toast to Cindy becoming my cousin-in-law!âThe crowd answered enthusiastically with their cups in the air and a roarâexcept Raven, who remained seated. âI have a sickly constitution. I canât drink. Iâm sorry.âHer smile was so mechanical, her face too ashen. Something flickered in Arianneâs eyes before she replied, âSure.âAfter the revelry faded, Arianne steered her wheelchair to the courtyard. The outward appearance of the Tremont Estate seemed to have frozen in time, which was why being here made her feel so⌠safe.Of course, that was despite Henry and Maryâs passing. In the end, time passed and things changed, characters and objects came and went, and all these missing years left lingering regrets in their wake.Arianne espied the silhouette standing alone at a distance and approached her, sighing, âNothing beats being home.âRa
Arianne grabbed the two beauties by the hands and smiled. âThank you! Gosh, to me⌠itâs like you two have grown older in the blink of an eye! How gorgeous the two of you are! Cindy, whereâs your brother? Plato hasnât come home yet?âMentioning the name of her dear brother made Cynthia pout. âHe said he was coming home half a month agoâthatâs what he said. Who knows what heâs actually doing, though? Anyway, who cares about that no-good. Heâs always like this anyway. Oh, um, the weather is quite hot. We should probably get inside.âArianne nodded and shot a brief, uneasy look at Aristotle. Not once did he look like he wanted to talk to her⌠Could the boy be counting his grievances in his mind? Mark and Arianne had stayed in Switzerland for so long; life must have been hard for him all alone.It took until she reached the living room to finally notice Raven. âMillie, is this your younger sister?âMelissa quickly sprung to correct her. âWhat? Noooo. This is Aresâ classmate or something
Aristotleâs entire being stilled.He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings.A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, âWhen⌠When will they be back?âJackson closed the distance between them and gave the young man a light, comforting pat on the shoulders. âNot so soon, I bet; not when your mother has just woken up and is in need of some time to recover. She did sleep for nineteen years, you know. So maybe after sheâs recuperated enough for a whileâŚâ he answered. âWeâve waited for nineteen years for this, right? Whatâs waiting for just a little bit more compared to that? The most important thing for you to do is to manage the company to the best of your abilities. Thatâs the way to not disappoint your fatherâs expectation.âAristotle
Cynthia had never had a relationship before, so she did not know what love was. However, one thing was for certain. She loved the feeling of being with Aristotle and how he had protected her since they were kids. Even though Aristotle had become a little domineering and ânaughtyâ, she was not taken aback by him. Instead, she even felt a little moved, which was amazing.It wasnât known how they ended up in bed, with their breaths synchronized. Apart from the final step, they had done just about everything else that could be done.Just as they were about to hit the final step, Aristotle suddenly stopped and helped pull the covers over Cynthia. âLetâs sleep, good night.âCynthia was still lost in a daze from before. She did not know why Aristotle had suddenly stopped, nor did she have the courage to ask him. She had struggled for so long before having persuaded herself to go with the flowâŚThe next day, when Cynthia woke up, Aristotle had already long gone to his company.She took a
Cynthia heard what Aristotle said, but her hands did not stop doing what they were doing. Her head was in a complete mess. âThereâs no⌠no need. Iâll be able to be done with these now. Go ahead and get some sleep first. By the way, where am I sleeping tonight? There are so many rooms here, Iâll ask Agnes to help me clear one up.âAristotle walked up to her and squatted. He grabbed onto her arm with one hand while the other closed the luggage. âJust sleep with me here and stop tidying already.âCynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. âY⌠Youâre kidding, arenât you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, weâre all grown ups now, so wouldnât that be a little inappropriate?âAristotle said with a straight face, âI wasn't joking.âCynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissaâs words once again. âWould Ares, whom Iâve known for so
Melissa knew that Aristotle had kissed Cynthia, so she knew what was going on. Hence, she very naturally boasted, âOf course, theyâve been engaged to each other since they were born. Coincidentally, the both of them felt the same way about each other as they grew up, so wouldnât this make it even better? From the way I see it, your illness isnât going to recover for the rest of your life and the both of them are probably going to have to wait until Cindy graduates before they get married. So, youâd be better off moving back to France as early as possible. Donât worry, youâve saved Aristotleâs life before, so he wouldnât be stingy with you financially.âRaven wanted to control the unhappiness she had in her heart very much, but her emotions refused to follow her will. Hence, she fiercely struggled to wring free from Melissaâs grasp. Melissa was startled for a moment. âAre you crazy?âAfter that, Raven regained her senses and took a deep breath. âIâm sorry⌠I was a little unwell just n
âYouâre not that worried?â Melissa was so furious that she laughed. âAm I the only one whoâs being worried for nothing? I thought you loved my brother, didnât you? The man youâve been dreaming of every day has returned from France but brought a woman with him, yet youâre actually not that worried? Letâs put aside your parentsâ intentions for a moment. Do you dare to say that you donât love him? Iâm only helping you because youâre my best friend, so could you not be so relaxed, as if Iâm helping you for no reason?âCynthia shook her head and lowered her volume as she said, âHe⌠might have confessed to me. We also⌠did that already. So, I think he doesnât feel that way towards Raven. Itâs purely because she saved his life once. I trust that Ares will be able to handle the situation properly.âMelissaâs eyes opened wide. âWhat? Heâs only returned for a few days, yet the two of you have already had sex? That fast?! I never knew it, but youâve really got it in you!âCynthiaâs face flushe