The sound of Alainaâs phone jolted her out of sleep as she rubbed her face to clear her sleepy eyes. She reached out for the phone on the side shelf beside her bed. Yawning and covering her mouth with her other hand, she answered the phone. âHey, why are you calling so late?â She frowned as if the person at the other end could see her face. âI just needed to hear your voice, thatâs all,â a deep masculine voice echoed at the other end. She rolled her eyes inwardly. âAnd what if my husband was home by this time that you called?â She sneered. "Well, you mentioned earlier that he went to his ex-wife's birthday."âOh,â she yawned slightly. âI totally forgot I did, so, tell me, you didnât just call to hear my voice, right?â She voiced out her suspicions. âYou caught me.â The caller paused for a moment before continuing speaking again. âItâs about Jackson and his...ââPlease hold on." She caught him off, standing up from the bed as she heard the sound of the doorbell. âI think Jackson i
âMiss Chloe, you lost him, and he is now mine!â She said possessively, wrapping her arms around Ethanâs waist, and a smug smile was playing in her lips. Chloe gasped inaudibly and stepped backward. She had thought that Fiona would be annoyed with Ethan if she made her believe Ethan didnât tell her beforehand that they dated. What Fiona did was the opposite of what she had expected. Fiona, on the other hand, knew what Chloe could be up to. She has had many encounters with her in the past when her father was still the CEO. She knew how mischievous she could be. And if it were to be some months ago that she didnât know or was afraid of how she was feeling towards Ethan, she would have flared up and left the spot, but right now, she knew what she wanted. She loved him, and she wouldnât allow any woman to come close to separating them with lies. Ethan at the sametime was shocked, but he was adept at masking his expression with his cold aura. He didnât know Fiona could be so possessive,
âHey, Rowan, Daddy is here.â A small smile lit up on his face as he walked closer to them. If the rest of the crowd were closer to where they were, they would have known that Jackson was Fiona's ex-husband, and that was the least she wanted. Jackson was from a low-class family, so he wasn't well-known in the city, and their marriage wasnât known to anyone. Hearing Jacksonâs voice, Fiona spun her head back, as her back was to where he was coming from. She arched her eyebrow, her face twisting into a sneer. She never thought he would be here, and when he arrived with Chloe, she couldn't ask them to leave. It doesn't portray who she was. She spoke as she felt his presence beside her. âJackson, donât make a scene here. Respect yourself!â She warned sternly with a cold voice void of emotions, moving away from him to stand beside Ethan. Jackson smiled bitterly, biting hard on his lower lips. âAre you saying coming to meet our son is a scene or a crime?â Jackson countered, his hands cro
With everyoneâs gaze fixed on the just-arrived stretched limousine, Chloe and Jackson weren't exceptional. Earlier, Chloe felt very happy to have drawn so much attention to herself as she made her way to the event, but seeing this had gained more attention than she had made a frown crease her forehead. She clutched tightly onto the glass of drink in her hand, and her dangerous gaze was fixed on the door of the limousine. If looks could kill, then Chloeâs gaze would have been the perfect description for âa killer look.â Jackson at the other end looked stupefied, with his jaw slightly hitting the ground. He wasnât surprised that someone of such significant importance was visiting Fionaâs birthday. But remembering that she was the famous CEOâs daughter, he composed himself. So, who was this person? Just as expected, the driverâs side of the door flung open, and the driver got out to open the first side of the door. After he did, his head dropped down into a full bow and his gaze fixed
Employees from Beckettâs enterprise, Beckettâs retail outlets, Beckettâs plants, and to mention but a few of Fionaâs employees started trooping into the mansion. All dressed in elegance and expensive clothing. Fiona had thought it was supposed to be the employees from only Beckettâs enterprise, but seeing that employees from the other companies were also coming filled her heart with surprise and admiration. Although she hadnât sent the invite, she knew who did. It was none other than Mia, the social butterfly. They had initially planned to use the living room, but with the numbers, they opted for the spacious open area in the mansion. Everyone coming into the mansion was with one present or the other, and they approached her and gave her their presents. She couldnât count how many she had received in just a few hours into the events. As her gaze moved around the crowds, chatting and laughing joyfully among themselves, the clinking of glasses would be audible. As much as she was h
Just as Fiona had said. All she needed was sleep. After taking a long night's rest, she was up the next day and left for the company after her driver dropped Rowan off at school. Her birthday was on her mind. She was thinking about whether to celebrate it or not, so she decided to seek Miaâs opinion. âSo, Mia, my birthday is in three days' time,â she said, causing Mia to turn around and face her. A huge grin on her face as she spoke with awe. âOh, really?â Her eyes brightened. Fiona nodded in response. âSo, Iâm thinking..." She paused and tilted her head to the side. âCelebration?â âOf course we will celebrate it,â Mia responded joyfully. âIt would be really fun,â she added with a big smile. Mia was a social butterfly, always seeking out fun and excitement. Fiona, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring the company of only her friends and family. They were complete opposites."So we're all coming to Robinson Mansion by the weekend, right?" She said it rhetorically, not