CORRIE
"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."DEVONbillionaire's wife, Corrie Nash. Everyone has the same question on their minds what is taking them so long? Is she really missing, or is this all part of a plot? A distraction, even, to flee with the late billionaire’s fortune—we have—"I switched off my phone and tossed it beside me, frustration boiling in my chest.I was parked outside my mother’s house. Not long ago, I had dropped Mimi off at her hotel, and without thinking, driven straight here. I needed air. Anything that could help me process what I had just agreed to.The deal I made with Mimi replayed over and over in my mind making Herod the heir. Now that I had a moment to truly think about it, I couldn’t help but slam my fist into the steering wheel. My breaths came short, my chest rising and falling as rage simmered beneath my skin. The whole arrangement felt like a trap. And worst of all—I had no idea who was helping her. Whoever it was, they were powerful enough to back her up and keep her protected. Because of the
MIMILa Cuillère Dorée.My head panned up at the big words written at the top of the restaurant. My hand held the door of my uber as I turned and slammed it shut. The driver scurried off having been paid as I looked back up at the dreaded sign.Those words held a lot of memories. Devon would merely utter them anytime he would asked to meet. This was where I had met Devon, this was where we met adjacent, to our numerous affairs. This was where Corrie gained knowledge of our affair, this was where Devon had proposed. All exciting memories. But this was also where Devon had chose to humiliate me, the time I brought the family together to celebrate getting a permit to emerald palace. Where he would bring a few random girls behind my back, even when we had double dates. It was the same share of humiliation.This was our special place, our haven in which he turned rotten. And now, I stand behind the building just because Devon had requested to see me. The thought of it left a bitter taste
HATTY I stepped out into the lobby of the pharmaceutical, and suddenly, I got a strange feeling."Officers," I muttered aloud, getting each and every one of their attention."What brings you to my pharmaceutical? Perhaps you need my assistance with an investigation," I added gleefully, knowing damn well they would've gone to a hospital if that were the case.One of them stepped forward. He was clearly in charge. He approached with his hands in his pockets, then pulled out his phone, fingers scraping across the screen. He finally paused and panned the screen toward me, an image of Salem blaring at my face."This man, do you know who he is?"My hands scratch my chin. "He seems familiar. You know," I slurred tilting my eyes back at the image and back at the officer. "A lot of people come to the pharmacy." I explained hopefully in a way that wasn't telling the truth and a lie."I see." The officer nodded retracting his phone. As he gives a nod to his fellow comrades."You're aware of wha
HATTYI was so tired, exhaustion was a fucking understatement. I’d been moving back and forth between the lab and Corrie, running test after test, each one eating away at what was left of my sanity. I was a goddamn zombie, barely functioning, sustained only by caffeine pumping furiously through my veins.I had no idea how long I’d been holed up in this laboratory. Time had blurred. Day and night meant nothing. And despite all the hours and effort, I still hadn’t gotten a single lead on the drug. Each day that passed, the same terrifying thought clawed its way back into my mind: Corrie might not even be alive. She could already be dead, and the equipment I’d hooked her up to was just keeping her body warm, nothing more.Her brain showed barely any activity, no signals, not even the faintest wave. I’d started to assume the drug had rendered her brain-dead. But what kind of drug was so powerful, so devastating… and yet so unknown?I stared down at my research. I was this close to sweepin
SALEM"You look familiar." The bartender behind the desk called my attention as she slids me a tray of Château Margaux 2009 across the counter.I didn't panic, There was no need but I was surprised that someone could finally see through my disguise. I literally looked like a different person and somehow, she could see through it. The receptionist held her phone in her grasp as she looked at the her phone and back at me.Once. Twice. A third time. My pulse stayed steady, but my hand inched subtly toward my apron. My fingers brushed against the cool metal of the gun tucked inside. Just in case."You look like that famous singer Austin katral." She muttered panning the uncanny resemblance of my disguise. I chuckled, retracting away my hand from the reach of my gun. I shut my eye, a wide smile spread across my lips."I get that all the time." I said, the lie smooth on my tongue. And I was definitely going to kill Abbel later—for choosing a disguise that made me look exactly like a famous
DEVONMy hands were tied behind my back. All I could do was struggle as detectives came in one by one, not a single one conducting an actual investigation. They all have went through a couple documents, filled my name and laughed about probably anything that wasn't in line with my case. Soon, they all left, my hands still handcuffed. The door open wide and I was ready to lash at the person coming right through it.My head tilt up and suddenly my chest seem to fall as my eyes widened. My mother walked in, her face etched in disgust. She trailed towards the chair opposite me as she dropped her hand bag on the table. I watched her sit down, her face cold and devoid of emotion. Her face was swollen, her eyes red as trace of tears formed dark circles round her eyes.Shame flushed my face crimson, I nestled my back to the hard feeling of the chair. My face fell, I couldn't just look at her. The pain and defeat, a tapestry blankly printed on her face.It didn't take a genius to tell me that