CHAPTER 49 ZYLIAH’S POV "It's such a lovely afternoon." Discussions about Claire forgotten, Grandma Charlotte visibly relaxed in the chair, leaning back to make herself more comfortable. "Yes, it is," I said, absentmindedly watching the kids play with floaters. I wanted to call them in before they caught a cold, but I didn't have the heart to ruin their fun. Plus, it gave me time for myself. I was going to make sure they bathed with warm water when they were done. "How's it going?" she asked, her tone hinting exactly at what I thought it was. My next response was a shrug. "To be honest, I don't think it's going to go the way you planned.” "Don't give up." She frowned a little—not out of annoyance or anger, just something reflexive. "Why don't you tell Claire? I mean, they've clearly known each other for years." "Yet no change from him? If anything, he got worse. I didn't even know about her until a few days ago. I know my grandson, Zyliah. When he loves, he loves loud. Dote
CHAPTER 48ZYLIAH’S POV"When will the documents be ready?" I asked, taking a sip of the mocktail I’d mixed myself while listening to Julia Fawn, the realtor I’d once planned to buy a house through.I’d already explained my living situation and how unlikely it was that I would be buying a home now. She’d understand.To make up for the change, I asked her to find me a large building instead and explained my plan to open a new branch here.After a long, heartfelt conversation with my best friends, they advised me to keep the company running in Fidelston—the city I had left Greenvylle for—and focus on opening a new branch here instead.And I agreed with them. So I was opening a new one here, something I would manage myself until I could find someone capable—someone who could take over so I’d have more time for my boys.With Julia’s help, I’d just bought a new building, though the documents were still being finalized."Soon, ma'am." "Alright. You've been a big help so far, Julie. Thank
CHAPTER 47 MARTINO’S POV I was in my private study when the telephone rang. I didn’t waste time picking it up—I already had a strong hunch who might be calling—and put it on loudspeaker. "Hello?" "Good afternoon, Mr. Delson." The familiar voice of my 'little birdie' echoed in the quiet of my study. "Hang on. I'm coming." I stood up and walked to check if the door was locked. Once I confirmed it was locked, and with the walls being soundproof, I felt confident no one could overhear. I returned to my chair. "Any update?" I got straight to the point, reaching into the top drawer of my desk for my cigar and lighter. I lit a fresh stick and puffed smoke as I listened, being fed information. A new woman, named Claire, showed up at the house today with a five-year-old daughter. Turns out Mr. Williams Jr. has another child—with her.” "Claire who? Did you get a surname?" "I think I heard Grandma Charlotte introduce her to Zyliah as Claire Bermout." "Alright." I made a
CHAPTER 46ZYLIAH’S POVOur faces were still so close I could feel his warm breath fanning my face, and though his hands had stopped shaking my shoulders, they were still resting right there.Our eyes stayed locked on each other, and it was as though we could no longer understand whatever it was that kept brewing between us.I wanted to move back, to put space between us, but something had me rooted to the spot. Maybe it was pride, one that didn’t want him to even begin to feel like he’d actually won this ridiculous little war.And he wasn’t moving either—it could’ve just been plain old stubbornness on his part.A knock sounded. I heard it, and I guessed he heard it too, but neither of us was ready to move from our spot."Am I interrupting something?"The voice finally got us to move away from each other, and my gaze shifted toward the door.Claire. A bit of confusion creased her brows.“What are you doing here, Claire?” His tone was gruff, still holding anger—or whatever was left of
CHAPTER 45ANTHONY SMITH’S POV"Where's the client? Did you not inform him of the meeting?" I swallowed down the lump of apprehension, trying to drown the real reason my potential client wasn't here yet."He… he backed out at the last minute. Says we have to provide records of the company’s successful innovations from the last five years," my secretary, Penelope, said.I opened my mouth but shut it immediately. There was nothing to say. I truly had nothing to say.Without another word, I left her behind and walked into my office.Anger and more apprehension clawed at me viciously. My spacious, air-conditioned office felt small and cramped—hot and uncomfortable.I was on the verge of losing it all. All my years of hard work were about to go down the drain. For the past five years, instead of gaining clients and making real profits, all I had to show were losses—money and clients both.Sabrina had played an awful part in these clients leaving. She couldn't hold on to any of them, nor co
CHAPTER 44ZYLIAH’S POVI was in the kitchen, making lunch with the help of Sara, my assigned maid, when my boys came bursting through the doorway. "Mommy!" Their tone barely masked the eagerness and jittery excitement bubbling through them as they rushed in to tell me whatever it was that had them darting into the cooking area like little whirlwinds."Slow down, boys. We don’t want any scraped knees or bumped heads, now do we?" Sara gently cautioned.They grinned at her with matching mischievous smiles. "Hello, Miss Sara.""Hello to you too, my darlings." She grinned right back, playful as always."Mommy, she’s here," Casper announced, eyes bright with something close to wonder.I arched a brow, smile tilting with curiosity. "Who is?”"Our sister. Alexa. She's here..." they chimed in unison."...and she brought her mommy too," Waylen added."Oh." I honestly had no idea how to react to this particular information so I just allowed my smile to stay in place. "Come see her, Mommy. She