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"What is that slut doing here? You brought your ex wife in as Herod's tutor?" Mimi's voice echoed, bouncing back and forth in the room. My back was pressed beside a partition wall, hidden from the both of them with my red heels in my hand. Mimi had pulled Devon to a corner and I immediately asked the maid for the restroom and snuck in to eavesdrop. It wasn't hard finding my way around, I after all, used to be the mistress of this house. "I didn't know Miss North was Corrie North, she's not the only woman with North as a last name Mimi." Devon's voice grew louder, frustration laced in his voice. "I don't give a fuck. She's not tutoring my child. I bet she doesn't even have a licence. We need to call the police." Mimi whispered her voice heavy with panic. "What for?" Devon asked. "She's here to kill my Herod after she killed her own son. Don't you understand Devon she's here to ruin everything I've worked for." I almost laughed, kill my own son? she's still spreading that crap? And what did she fucking work for? I was the one who made Devon who he was today, every single prosperous fruit was from my labor, not hers. I tilt my head getting bored of their argument as I tiptoed away from the partition. I made a pause, my eyes casting over to Herod who just stood there and watched me, not even uttering a single word. I was nervous, I didn't know what he was thinking or how I would diffuse the situation if I got caught. Getting caught wasn't an option, I waited four years for this, my patience was had already worn thin. I crotched down to his position, his eyes moving down as I squat. "Hello Herod." I whispered softly in the most sweetest manner. "What are you doing here?" I uttered quietly in the most audible tone I could muster. He was mute still staring me down. "Which class are you Herod?" I asked. "One." He muttered. "You're in pre school one?" I muttered as he nodded. Shoving his hands in his mouth. I pressed my hand on my chest. "I'm miss North. I will be your tutor." I said as he nodded. "Will you, Will mommy love me again?" He asked and to be honest I was quite impressed by his diction. I squint my eyes shut as I smiled brightly. "Of course. That's Only if you're a good boy." I pushed his nose, making the eractic noise of a button. He smiled faintly as I rise up with my shoes in my hands. I run my other hand through his hair, ruffling his crown as a red blush blossomed on his cheeks. "Herod, Get away from her." I froze in my steps as Mimi runs to pick up Herod, backing away from me like I was some killer "Devon call the police right now." Mimi screamed, looking insane checking if I'd hurt Herod. "Mimi calm down. Herod is fine. I'm sure Herod was looking for us and she brought him over." Devon said, making things easy for me. As always, making excuses but for once it benefited me. Mimi looked over to me with my heels in my hand. "She was eavesdropping in our conversation—" "Mimi, enough." Devon raised his voice and judging from things this may been Mimi's first time getting yelled at. "You're irritated and you're tired, just go to your room." Mimi retrace her steps slowly with Herod in her hands as she whisked around and walked away with Herod. Herod made a little wave at me as I returned the gesture. "Herod likes you." Devon mentioned the obvious. I turned to him, putting on a tight smile. "It's not that difficult to be friendly with children." I hissed. I guess he wouldn't know because Herod was obligated to like Devon, that was his father. "How have you been? Where have you been all these years? I searched everywhere for you but it looked as if you disappeared from—" "I'll start tutoring as from tomorrow. The interview has been concluded." I said coldly cutting off Devon purposely, my voice grim without emotion as I walked bare feet. "Should I drop you off? We should catch up." He persisted, ignoring my cold hints that I wanted nothing to do with him. "No need Mr Remington, you're married after all. I don't think your wife will tolerate us having such a relationship." I could see the battle of confusion in his eyes when I addressed him formally. I haven't even begun a single part of my plan and he already had that dejected look. "I'll be off." I dropped my heels to the floor and wore it and immediately made a brisk turn for the exit. I feel it, his stare on my back as I left him. I made my way to the living room as the from maid gives me my purse. I remember more than four years ago, Devon wouldn't let me have maids at home, he would make me clean the entire mansion and tend to him and Haven. But Mimi gets staff to take care of everything. It's almost laughable. I left the mansion, called an Uber, it was a long drive but I finally got to my apartment complex. I shut the door behind me and dropped the massive purse by the door. I walked to the other side of the park to my white board. A picture of Mimi, Herod, and Devon. I picked up one picture of Mimi with another man checking out of a hotel. The more I look at him, the more Herod looks like him. I put the pin the picture on the board. Stepping back to see my investigation coming on nicely. I took out a piece of hair I plucked from Herod when I patted his head earlier, that I had carefully hid in my pocket. I took out my phone and dailed Hatty's number. My eyes glued to Mimi's picture. "Hello." She answered. "Hatty, I need you to help me carry out a paternity test."MIMII shut the door behind me, bracing for the impact, but before I could leave the scene, a deafening explosion sent me flying across the room. Smoke and fire instantly filled the area where I'd landed, and I couldn't help but wonder if Kennedy had drenched the entire house in gasoline.I lifted myself up, coughing as I felt what seemed like burns across my skin, though thankfully, they weren't too bad. I staggered toward the stairs, the smoke seeping into my lungs as I ran upstairs, doing my best to avoid the flames surrounding me.My eyes burned when I finally managed to reach the corridor. It was hot—so hot it felt like I was being cooked alive. I felt like giving up until, somehow, I reached the end. I pulled out a chair and tried kicking the door down.Inside, I saw Corrie coughing, her body sprawled helplessly on the floor.This would have been the perfect time to leave her there to die.But I ran toward her anyway, coughing as I pulled her up and dragged her from the floor, g
MIMIHe staggered backward, letting go of the ledger as it dropped to the floor. He stumbled back and fell into Hatty's arms, who was too shocked and occupied with trying to hold Abel to react to me.The moment Abel's weight became too much for her, she fell to her bum on the floor in horror, screaming and sobbing as she tried to touch Abel's head, which seemed to be bleeding.I swallowed, nervous, but frantically kept my eyes on them. With my hand outstretched, the lamp still raised as a threat, I bent down and picked up the ledger, excitement bubbling in my chest.I kept the lamp pointed at Hatty as I watched her gently slap Abel's cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes.Hatty's eyes met mine, and finally, the dynamic had changed.I was on top once more.And seeing that defeated look on her face brought me a strange sense of delight."Don't worry..." I put the ledger down, still pointing the lamp at her as I went behind the desk to grab the chair. I dragged it around until I reac
MIMILoyalty. There's something twisted about it. Devoting your time to a particular thing or person, hoping they'll return the same miserable gesture.My mother unmistakingly was loyal to who ever could feed her ego, and in the end left us as orphans after my step father killed her. I never liked that woman, not only because she forsake us for just a mere man but how loyal she stayed to one particular person or thing that never served her.So I always abide by a saying I learnt after her passing. I'm loyal to no other person than my self or in other words who ever was offering more.And in my case, my loyalty had shifted to Kennedy the moment I could have a little moment to myself and glance at the text he sent. I froze in shock when I saw it and almost got caught by Corrie.He was willing to void my money, if only I burnt down this entire Manor and kept Corrie alive. He sent me information at how he had Jerrycans of gasolines stacked at the basement and the moment I could get to the
CORRIE It finally hit me. Not the thick soothe of dust, no but the immediate nostalgia with the little memories I had. From the beginning, I didn't even settle to think how this would affect me.After what felt close to two decades, I was back home and I tried my best not to cry. As unknown grief settled in me.This could have been my home, where Haven would have grown up running around with Emerald. It could have house so many happy families, happy memories. But no, Kennedy and Darla took that away from me."Corrie..." Hatty latched on to my free hand as I turned back to her. I wanted to hug her, break down and retreat to her comfort but I didn't have that time. I nodded, giving her a solid nod."Are you okay?" She asked. "I am." I said. "It's just my memories and the thought of what could have been... it's overwhelming.." I said and even though I didn't want to retreat into her arms she pulled me into a hug and I really needed that."It's okay..." She patted me. I was going to mak
MIMITwenty minutes passed and it felt like we're no where close to where Hatty and Abel might be."Mimi..." Corrie stopped after knocking, I went right in front of her, knocking as well, letting out a dry hmm to answer her call."You didn't tell Kennedy we're here.." she said as I felt a bile rise in my throat, I was moments to coughing but that alone would have made me looked suspicious so I tried to stay calm. I was afraid of looking her in the eyes, afraid she'll see past me and read me like an open book. But I didn't really have a choice, if I didn't look at her, she'll be more suspicious of me."What?" I casually muttered, maybe too casual, maybe I should have been more confident with my reply. I clear my throat, pulling my gaze away from her and staring right back at her.More confident in my self, I resumed. "What are you talking about?" I asked."You can't believe Hatty is right, can you? Because she's your friend?" I added."It's not that, it's just that how else would Kenne
MIMIMy eyes felt drowsy, only to widen at the sudden, sharp pang of pain in my stomach. I let out a groan and turned to my left, only to see Corrie standing at the edge of the car door, looking down at me.I immediately freaked out, sobering up as I crawled toward the farther end of the car.My heart raced as I looked down at my abdomen, holding my breath as I checked for any sign of a stab wound. There wasn't a single one. My stomach still hurt, but maybe it was because I'd skipped breakfast at Ethel's.I finally let out the breath I'd been holding in, relief washing over me. I looked over at Corrie, who seemed confused by my reaction. She wasn't holding anything that could serve as a weapon, so I relaxed a little more, my back scraping against the window until my butt touched the seat."Are you okay?" Corrie asked. I had a look around, scanning my surroundings. We were no longer on the road but I couldn't map out exactly where we were. All I could see was greens, from trees to bush
EMMETTE My eyes swept the room as my employees filed into the spacious living room one by one. They all lined up, murmuring under their breaths until Abel was the last to approach me, giving a slight nod to indicate that everyone was present.I cleared my throat, my gaze moving across the entire r
EMMETTE "Sister?" Corrie squints, trying to recall any small bit of memory. "I don't have a brother," Corrie tells him, still in a state of confusion, before briefly looking at me and turning her attention back to him. "Oh, there's an explanation for that. We share the same father but different
CORRIE "Why are you doing this?" I asked, but she only smirked."Since there are none," Abigail hissed, completely ignoring me. "I have to tell you that if you try to make a scene or even attempt to escape, my men won't hesitate to discipline either of you. So be careful, and think wisely." I nodd
CORRIE I was in a tunnel, water pooling up to my knees. It hadn’t been that deep when I first stepped in, but the farther I went, the higher it seemed to rise.Where was I? I had no idea.Where was I going? I couldn’t say.The only thing pushing me forward was curiosity, maybe a little bit of hope







