Zoe's pent-up emotions bubbled to the surface like a volcano that was about to erupt, and her eyes flashed with a mix of pain and anger as she faced Malcolm, when she heard him say those forbidden words yet, the second time again. His arrogance and overconfidence grated on her like it would suffocate her lungs to shock, as she searched frantically in her head for the right words to put together. "Have you lost your mind, Malcolm? Are you sure your mental state is still right?" She asked him with a bitter and hollow expression, as her voice rose with each word with anger intensifying every second she spent with him. However, Malcolm didn't seem to take her words lightly this time, as he didn't like that she had been so rude to him countless times. Though he started to get angry and his eyes flashed with intense maliciousness and darkness, she remained flinty-eyed and composed as she glared at him. 'She had seen all of him. What more can he do?' "You do not get to speak to me in t
Malcolm went home in his car shortly after Zoe left instead of his private suite, which was the first time he had returned to the house after the entire scandal concerning his family. As he approached the grand entrance of his mansion after he came out of his car, a hushed silence fell over the surroundings the moment the workers saw him. His presence and aura radiated power and dominance like a palpable force, and his cold eyes seemed more thick than usual because of the calculations which were going on in his head. His footsteps echoed through the marble halls as he made his way in, with his shoe clacking noiselessly against the floor, enough to draw attention. His family, who were still having dinner and talking in low whispers, all felt the tension settle into the air as he entered. They were quite surprised to see him come home because he had not informed them, and he didn't join them as usual as he made his way up the stairs that led to his room. "What do you think is wrong w
From her state of long unconsciousness, Zoe's eyes suddenly blinked apart, as a silent gasp escaped her throat like she had just been awakened from a sudden nightmare. Seeing the white ceilings that her eyes studied for a few seconds after flashing open, made her realize that she had not awakened from her room at home. Confusion clouded her gaze as she tried to sit up and observe where she was, and a slight wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to falter and grip the edge of the bed for support. The memories of the previous night's near-drowning incident flooded back into her mind, sending a jolt of panic through her veins as she recollected how she had tentatively struggled for life in the pool, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that she was subjected to as she juggled on the brink of consciousness.'It wasn't a dream,' she realized instantly. Raising her head to look at everything around her again, made her realize that she was nowhere else than a hotel suite wi
"Where are my clothes?!" Zoe asked sharply as she looked around confusedly, when she realized that she was just wearing a white, silky loose dress. "They were wet after I took you out. And it needed changing," he explained to her plainly without putting too much thought in his answer. "You changed them for me?!" She demanded seriously as she glared at him with shock written over her face and her breath hanging in her throat, with the hope that he would not say the answer that would make her lose her mind instantly. "No no. Not at all," Martin defended instantly, with his hands darting forward to gesture that it was not what she thought, "I asked one of the ladies in room service to help with that," he added sharply. "Goodness!" Zoe muttered under her breath in deep mortification, as she tried to picture the scenario where he must have carried her out of the water with her wet clothes, which must have clung tightly to her body. 'Shit, Zoe,' she screamed inwardly. "I'm sorry if th
With a frightened heart, disorientation and confusion, Zoe stood up momentarily as soon as Gary told her what was going on at the hospital with her grandmother. A profound sense of helplessness gnawed at her insides instantly, as she tried to contain the bad news that had hit her about her only family, just after barely surviving a night before. "How many minutes will it take the chauffeur to be here?" She asked Gary in agitation, as she grabbed the almost empty luxurious purse that she had come with that morning. "Twenty minutes at most," he answered. "I cannot wait that long," she muttered, thinking of how fast she could reach the hospital if she went herself, "Get me the car keys, please," she asked Gary."You are going yourself?" He questioned her as calmly as he could. "Yes, please," she answered."I will drive you. However, we have to be back in the next thirty minutes. You have an investor meeting in an hour," he informed her instantly, knowing well that the meeting was not
Zoe was sitting behind her desk in her office, which was stationed right in front of the floor-to-ceiling-windows, as her rapt attention was focused on the files and hologram charts that she was going through all day. It had been days since her clash with Francis Sinclair, and since her grandmother had not woken up from her unconsciousness, which was soon tagged coma. She had been trying to hold on to every pain and pressure that was threatening to suffocate her, and trying to ignore the sadness that was feasting on her insides, with nothing to offer her solace. Every breath she took at every moment felt like a deep struggle, while keeping her head up in front of people that were waiting for her to fail. Nothing had been going well.As much as Zoe knew that her only family was sick and in a coma, she could not spend time being with her because of her hefty schedule. She had been unable to eat and sleep properly for days, while suffering from anxiety every time her head reminded her o
Zoe's mind had been occupied with the memories from the previous night after she almost got belittled by some group of jealous women socialites, who could not get her to join their groups, private clubs and parties no matter how hard they tried. It was by the slightest chance, when she had almost turned to leave, that the most unexpected person had come to save her and told them to let her in. 'Just why was this same guy here again, and helping her just when she needed it?' she wondered in her mind, as she followed Martin Lincoln inside the restaurant. "What are you doing here?" She asked him as her eyebrows shot up, forming a high arch of astonishment. "Surprised?" He smiled charmingly at her, as he walked before her while she followed confusedly. "Of course, yes," she answered, matching up her steps to meet him so that she could walk by his side. "I am the new head of this restaurant," he explained to her in calm words, and her eyes raised in shock because she didn't think he
Nestled at the top floor of the gigantic skyscraper was Malcolm's office, which was the perfect modern office for a sophistication of his caliber. He sat at his desk, deeply engrossed in his work with his eyes moving through mountains of paperwork that needed to be reviewed with high precision and focus. His demeanor seemed to be off than usual as he sat authoritatively in his position, with his face deeply contorted into a deep dark glare which held the weight of many unsaid emotions. More than anymore, his secretary, Edward, was the one that received the direct smothers of his capricious mood, which bore heavy weights of rage and surliness all day.In just one week, he had made the lives of his executives stormy and put them in an extremely tight spot with canceled project declarations, while raging endlessly to lay them off if they couldn't come up with something better. He canceled every event that he was invited to, and had been working endlessly in his office without leaving or