Terry Nashville returns home in his expensive Bugatti Noire and goes straight to his room. While having a shower, he recalls the moment when his father called his younger brother, Jay, commanding him to reach home before dinner. He believes that this time his father is more annoyed than he ever seen him when it comes to Jay. Tonight, David has called the family for dinner, he has arranged a family night and Terry assumes this is something related to Jay.
Miranda has also been invited - although no invitation is needed for her to come to her own house and for the last few months she has been living with her mother who is visiting her from Italy. Due to her mother’s sickness, she is staying with her and proviidng her care. She often visits the Nashville mansion only to check up on her husband and children, most importantly on weekends.
Terry is sitting in his room, using his laptop, going through his social media platforms when the knock on the door diverts his attention. “Yes?” he calls out and a female maid enters, asking him, “Sir, would you like to add anything special to the menu?” He twitches his lips as he takes his time to think before he finally speaks, “Can you make me Italian pasta?” She carefully answers, her tone is rather polite, “Sir, it is already on the menu.” With a faint smile, Terry utters, “Then it’s enough for me.” When the maid is gone, he continues to make himself busy until the dinner is served.
As anger surges through his veins, the world around him becomes a blur of motion. The grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles turning white with intensity. Adrenaline courses through his body, intensifying his senses and heightening his awareness. The engine roars, echoing his frustration as he presses down on the accelerator, unleashing the full power of the vehicle.
His jaw is clenched with anger, eyes burning with fire. His father has been rude to him on the phone, he even shouted at him to come home when he refused. Jay was enjoying a friend’s birthday party and decided to get laid with at least two to three women but his father ruined his plans for tonight.
Miranda and Terry are sitting on the lavish sofas in the living room, chatting when David Nashville walks forward, greeting his wife, he shows no expression, “Hello, Miranda.” It is almost dinner time and David Nashville arrives at the dining table, followed by Terry and Miranda. The dinner table is the centerpiece of a well-appointed dining room. It is adorned with an elegant tablecloth, impeccably pressed, and a rustic wooden surface that exudes charm. The table is set with gleaming silverware, polished glasses, and neatly folded napkins, creating an atmosphere of refined modernism.
The table is adorned with an array of culinary delights, reflecting the creativity and skill of the chefs or the loving efforts of those who prepared the meal. Hearty dishes, artfully arranged, showcase a feast for the senses. The aroma of freshly cooked food fills the air, tantalizing the taste buds and whetting the appetite. Pulling chairs, the three of them sit themselves and places napkins on their laps, ready to dig in.
“No one will eat until he comes -” David Nashville is protusive as he speaks. This brings exasperation to Terry’s face as he is already starving and seeing the delicious meals prepared in front of him, he can’t barely control himself. “But, dad - do you really think he will arrive on time?” Terry raises a question and his father gives him a look before he utters, “Hold your appetite a little, son -” Miranda blinks her eyes twice, as if gesturing her son to remain silent. Sighing deeply, Terry has no choice but to wait for his younger brother who it yet to show up.
Jay is still on the road, driving as fast as he can. His father never mentioned the exact time he is going to be waiting for him but he remembers the time when David Nashville usually has his dinner. Dialing a number on his phone, he waits for the person to answer the call. “Hello? Blackwood?’ he barks over the phone and hears a respectful voice in return. Jay continues to ask the security guard about David and if the dinner has already started.
Every maneuver becomes aggressive and impulsive, as if the road itself is an obstacle to be conquered. The brakes are used by him forcefully, tires screeching against the asphalt as he navigates sharp turns and weaves through traffic with little regard for safety or consequences. The engine revs with a furious intensity, echoing his inner turmoil.
With a loud screech when he pulls over outside the parking lot of the magnificent villa, he simply ignores all the security guards and barges inside the mansion.
“Dad!” his voice echoes around the large dining hall and he steps forward when his father asks him to sit with them. “Have a seat -” are the cold words that he receives from his father. He silently pulls a chair for himself, sitting next to his older brother, Terry. “Now, can we please begin?” only to break the silence and to eat, Terry who is impatient, finally starts to fill his plate.
David Nashville keeps on staring at his younger son who is becoming nervous. All the anger that was rushing down his veins seems to vanish away, all of a sudden he is not only fearful but confused. He doesn’t move from his place, neither does he pour any kind of food onto his plate. Instead he is batting his eyelashes, staring back at his father - his look seems sheepish. David can clearly see the terror that is building up on the corner of his blue eyes.
Miranda offers to serve her younger son, with a smile she utters, “Let me serve you the steak.” Just as when she is about to bring the steak closer to his plate, David Nashville’s voice interrupts her, “He won’t be having the steak tonight.” Jay is gawking at his father with astonishment - David knows his taste, he is well aware that Jay is a steak person whereas Terry is not really into steaks and meat. He is devouring himself with the Italian pasta with red sauce.
“He will be having the pasta. Terry will have the steak tonight,” his father announces with a straight face. The rest of them are not only astounded but also very confused and Terry remains paused in his place. Gesturing at the servants who immediately exchanges the plates of the two brothers, they places the steak in front of Terry and the plate of marinara pasta in front of Jay.
“What is this, dad?” Jay is trying to control his anger, but with a clenched jaw he finally speaks to his father who is acting weird. “Pasta is a common dish for a common son in this house. Whereas the steak is for the one who deserves to be treated like a son in this house.” This sentence creates further bewilderment for everyone. Miranda remains silent, she quickly understands what David is trying to do. This is his way of making Jay realise what he is really losing. This might only create further misunderstanding between Terry and Jay.
Jay pushes the chair back and stands questioning, “I won’t be eating this, dad!” With a cold stare from his father, he doesn’t hold back and continue to say, “Why are you doing this to me? Did you call me here for dinner only to insult me this way? I thought you said family dinner -”
“But it is a family dinner. See? All of your family members are here. Now sit and eat. Do not make me repeat myself -” his tone almost seems like he is giving a final warning to his younger son who is fuming with anger, sweat is starting to build on his forehead.
Jay's emotions run high as he sits silently for dinner, suppressing his anger. He secretly clenches his fist under the table, trying to avoid eye contact with the rest of his family, most specially with his father. He quietly rolls the pasta onto his fork, bringing it closer to his mouth. Jay is not the type of person who enjoys pasta, he prefers steaks. Terry, who is also stuffing his mouth with the juicy steak, exchanges looks with his mother. Miranda is well aware that David is fuming with anger at the moment - spending all her life with this man she knows when and how to speak to him, so she remains silent, letting him do whatever he wants to. David Nashville begins eating his dinner, filling his plate with his favourite meals. He keeps on eating until he finally breaks the silence by informing the rest of them, “I have been very disappointed today. I am embarrassed and I have come up with a conclusion.” Terry is already aware - he knows this is something relating to Jay so he
“No, mom! He sneaked out of the house before any of us were awake. Can you imagine?” On the phone when Terry is informing his mother about the situation of his younger brother, there is David Nashville who is pacing back and forth. With his hands tucked to his back and face screwed up in anger, he has given his right hand man Blackwood a special task to fetch Jay Nashville. “Where did he ran off to?” he mutters under his breath when he twitches his lips, still looking at the wall clock. Terry keeps on talking to his mother and waits for her to speak. She takes a long and deep sigh over the phone and her sweet voice reaches to his ears, “I was afraid this was going to happen. Last night when I went to talk to him, he wasn’t really convinced with my words. I don’t understand what is wrong with attending a business meeting? It’s just a matter of a couple of hours. Isn’t it?” Terry can’t help but agree with whatever his mother just said. This is, after all, very true that ditching at t
Fetching something to eat from the fridge that has been empty, except for the bottles of wine that are placed, Jay curses under his breath. Not after a minute when the doorbell rings, his attention is immediately diverted towards the door. He wonders if someone from his father’s team has come to grab him. He doesn’t bother to open the door, instead he walks towards the door, taking slow steps when he peaks through the peephole, realising a man who is standing outside with something in his hand. “Excuse me?” he rings the doorbell once again and this time he also knocks on the door. Jay scratches his eyebrows before he finally speaks up, “Who is it?” The man who is standing outside, utters, “uber eats!” Jay narrows his eyebrows as he is lost in a thought for a while, “when did I order from Uber eats?” he mutters under his breath. Before he could finally open the door, he gets a call from his mom who informs him about sending the food his way. He opens the door only to take the food f
Jay is still seething with anger from his argument with David. He is fighting for his reputation, if people knew about his feud with his father, he would be devastated. “Dad, please. Give him some time -” only to make the argument stop between a father and a son, Terry Nashville jumps into the conversation. His idea of solving this problem could only mean something to his younger brother. He perceives his father who is someone very obstinate and Jay is also strong-headed. “Jay, let it be. He is your father - do not push him.” Before Terry could speak further, Jay burst out with such anger, exclaiming loudly, “And I am my father’s son!” With this, he storms out of the house without a second thought, leaving both David and Terry completely astounded. As he makes his way outside towards the car parking, consumed by his emotions, he accidentally bumps into a beautiful woman. Jay stands there for a moment, stunned by her presence. “Oh, forgive me -” her sweet voice lingers into his ears
Jay Nashville with his rebellious nature and disinterest in conforming to societal norms, finds himself forced into his father's business company against his will. Reluctantly, he steps into the corporate environment that holds no appeal for him. The polished halls and rigid structure feel suffocating, stifling his free spirit. He looks around and finds the employees greeting him with a smile on their faces. Not only it is Jay who is astonished to find himself walking in the hallways of the Corporation but the workers are pleased to see him as well. As he walks through the impersonal corridors, resentment simmers within him. He can't shake the feeling of being trapped, forced to abandon his own aspirations and conform to his father's expectations. The whispers of judgment and skepticism from those around him only fuel his frustration.His father, a powerful figure in the business world, looks at him with a mix of disappointment and determination. He believes that by placing his son i
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When Ellen and Nora walk back into the kitchen after serving the breakfast, she is silently sitting on a chair, lost in thoughts. The chef has already started preparing the coffee for David and also begins with the preparations for the dinner tonight. Karen comes to give him the list she prepared for the dinner - everything is already decided by the house manager as she is aware of the taste of the Nashville family. “This is the list, chef.” The chef asks in return, “Is there any special demand?” In return Karen only shakes her head, then she converts her attention to the young maid and asks her to take the glass dinner set and clean it out. “Where is it, Ellen? Show it to the girl -” With this, she turns to walk away, leaving the kitchen. Nora senses that Karen is somewhat rude, she does not like this woman at all. She is so full of herself. “Why is she arrogant?” Nora can’t help but ask Ellen who utters, “She is Miranda Nashville’s favorite - that is why.” Nora starts to wash the d