MasukI could feel her surprised gaze.
Whoever this woman was now, she must be pretty important to affect Stan as much. ‘You’re lying, Xavier,’ Stan sneered, ‘as always.’ ‘Stop being such a pain in the ass,’ I scoffed then turned to the woman. ‘Let’s go, sweetheart.’ ‘How long have you been you sleeping with my brother, Harper?’ Stan faced the woman. Harper… For a moment her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly composed herself. ‘Long enough to be his fiancée,’ she replied. I was stunned. This pretty little liar had some guts, I’d give her that. She held my hand and we both walked out, not saying a word until we were outside. ‘Let’s never do that again.’ She gave out an exasperated sigh. ‘That’s a very strange way to say “thank you,’ I grumbled. ‘Are you actually Stan’s brother?’ She eyed me like I was a fraud or something. ‘Unfortunately,’ I sighed. ‘I never knew he had a brother,’ she said under her breath. She was nervous; I could tell from the way she consistently ran her hand through her full hair, and her tongue licking those full lips of hers. Looking at them made me want to kiss her again, while running my fingers through her hair and… The sound of a car made me snap out of my thoughts. I had barely talked to this woman and here I was thinking about intimate things I wanted to do to her. She looked at the cab and began to walk away. But then she stopped and turned to me briefly. ‘‘Thank you,’ she smiled at me. I didn’t reply but watched in silence as she got in a cab and was gone. Watching her leave brought back those memories along with same old feelings I thought I had repressed. With much effort, I tuned my gaze away from her direction. There was no point in staying out here alone. I had to face the pack of wolves I called family. ‘Xavier, darling.’ My mom spotted me first and gave me a hug. She was followed closely by my father. ‘Hello mother of mine,’ I hugged her with a straight face. ‘Stan told me you’re engaged,’ father said without a preamble. ‘Uhm…actually-‘ I tried to explain. ‘Oh!’ Mom gasped. ‘That’s wonderful news, darling. You must bring her over.’ ‘No mom,’ I began to talk. ‘The thing is-‘ ‘This changes everything, you know,’ my father cut in. ‘You finally being responsible and settling down? I think we can finally begin to discuss company shares.’ I paused. Father finally wanted to talk about the will? It seemed my luck had changed tonight. ‘What’s going on?’ Stan joined us with a woman that clinged to him like a purse. ‘I was just discussing with your brother about the company,’ father smiled. ‘He finally decides to be responsible.’ ‘You mean his sham of an engagement?’ Stan sneered again. ‘We’re in love,’ I looked at him, silently daring him to keep on talking. ‘Since when does a playboy understand the meaning of love?’ Stan gave a mirthless laugh. ‘Prove it then.’ ‘Stan…’ I narrowed my eyes at him. He ignored me. ‘Bring your fiancée for dinner sometime soon, and let mom and dad see for themselves.’ ‘That would be wonderful,’ mom beamed. Dad smiled a little too, and soon the little gathering dispersed in chatting and laughing. But I wasn’t laughing; I was enraged. Just when I was so close to receiving my father’s full blessings, my brother from hell showed up and ruined everything. I walked out of the house, racking my brain on what to do. I couldn’t ask Stan where the woman was; he would know I was lying about the engagement. And she didn’t leave any clue behind. Suddenly I felt like I was in a Scooby Doo movie, only this person was unmasked and attractive. I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. ‘Craig,’ I spoke once he answered the phone. ‘I need all intels you know of someone connected to my brother ASAP. Her name’s Harper Williams.’ ‘And a good evening to you, sir,’ Craig grumbled over the phone. ‘Hurry up and get back to me, it’s urgent.’ I ended the call and went back to the house. I had no intention of staying long at the celebration, but mom somehow cajoled me into spending the night at the house. The next morning I was up early and ready to leave. I never liked staying at home, it brought too many memories I wanted to leave behind. Mother escorted me on my way out with a long hug. ‘Make sure you visit soon with that fiancée of yours,’ she reminded me. ‘Yeah,’ I nodded then asked the question that has been on my mind. ‘What happened to the Williams maid?’ Mom’s expression darkened. She hated everything relating to the Williams family, for reasons I couldn’t fathom. ‘Her mother is probably dead for all I care,’ she scoffed. ‘And as for the daughter, Stan finally had the courage to divorce her.’ ‘She married Stan?’ I tried to hide my shock. ‘Yes. Three years of torture for my poor boy, after trapping him with a pregnancy. But he’s free now, thank goodness.’ I couldn’t reply. As my mom continued to blab on, the memories began flooding in and I couldn’t bear it any longer. My fists clenched and I could hear slight ringing in my ears. ‘Goodbye mother,’ I interrupted and kissed her goodbye. Getting in the car, I exhaled loudly before driving. Stan had managed to keep his marriage hidden from the world for years. Of course he didn’t love her. He never did. And now somehow I had to find the same woman who had eluded me all these years, but I didn’t know where to start from. Just then my phone rang. ‘Boss,’ Craig’s voice came on the speaker. ‘Talk to me,’ I replied, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on the road. ‘I found your woman.’ ‘Took you long enough. Where is she?’ ‘She just applied for a job. At Blackwood Finances,’ Craig chuckled. ‘You know what to do,’ I ended the call and pressed on the accelerator. I had let her go once. I wasn’t going to let her go again.Something felt totally wrong.I watched the huge man approve my application so fast, without giving me a proper interview.As if he had been waiting for it all day.‘But I haven’t even submitted my full résumé…,’ I began to say, but his hardened look made me shut my mouth instantly.‘Give this to Matilda on your way out,’ he handed me a paper he had scribbled something. ‘Be sure to resume work tomorrow.’I glanced at the paper, and what I saw written on it got me outraged.‘I didn’t apply for the position of a cleaner, Mr Woodson,’ I slammed the paper back on his desk. ‘If only you’d have a look at my résumé…’‘There aren’t any vacant positions in this firm!’ He replied sternly. ‘Except for the cleaning job.’‘I saw an ad online that this firm wanted a resource manager…’’But he didn’t appear to be listening to me anymore. Instead, he went back to his computer, directing all his attention there.There was no point arguing with him. He wasn’t going to give me anything other than being
I could feel her surprised gaze. Whoever this woman was now, she must be pretty important to affect Stan as much.‘You’re lying, Xavier,’ Stan sneered, ‘as always.’‘Stop being such a pain in the ass,’ I scoffed then turned to the woman. ‘Let’s go, sweetheart.’‘How long have you been you sleeping with my brother, Harper?’ Stan faced the woman.Harper… For a moment her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly composed herself.‘Long enough to be his fiancée,’ she replied.I was stunned. This pretty little liar had some guts, I’d give her that.She held my hand and we both walked out, not saying a word until we were outside.‘Let’s never do that again.’ She gave out an exasperated sigh. ‘That’s a very strange way to say “thank you,’ I grumbled.‘Are you actually Stan’s brother?’ She eyed me like I was a fraud or something.‘Unfortunately,’ I sighed.‘I never knew he had a brother,’ she said under her breath.She was nervous; I could tell from the way she consistently ran her hand thro
She was here again, smiling and interacting with everyone like she belonged here all her life.‘You brought me here to watch you and your mistress, again?’ I glanced angrily at Stan.‘Amy is not a mistress,’ he replied in a cool voice. ‘She’s family now.’I watched as he walked over to her and swooped her into a passionate kiss.My chest ached. He never kissed me that way in public. I tried looking away but I couldn’t; almost like an invisible force kept me rooted at the spot.‘Harper?’ I turned to see Stan’s father- Mr James Hart- behind me, tall and brooding with a presence that commanded respect.‘Good evening sir,’ I lowered my head. In all my years of marriage, I could never hold his gaze for a minute long.‘I had no idea Stan remarried…’ he gestured at Stan and Amy, holding each other affectionately.I tried forcing the words out of my mouth. ‘So much has been going on…uhh…’‘Harper…’ he pressed on.‘Stan and I are divorced,’ I forced the words. ‘I had to divorce him. I couldn
It felt like the longest day of my life. With the check still in my hands, I drove in a hurry to meet with the manager at the family bank.The Harts had a rule of giving part of the inheritance to all members of the family- even their spouses.The sooner I cashed out my part of the inheritance and left this godforsaken place, the better for me.I tried to act calm as I arrived at the bank and shook hands with the manager.It became harder to act calm as he looked at his documents after I had told him my name and he shook his head.‘I’m sorry ma’am,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Mr Hart exempted your name from part of the inheritance.’‘What do you mean?’ My eyes widened. ‘It means that you aren’t acknowledged here anymore,’ he shrugged. ‘Maybe there’s been a mistake?’The rest of the things he said just faded into the loud ringing in my ears. I didn’t know how long I sat still, trying to understand everything.‘When did this happen?’ I asked in a solemn tone, trying to hide the shakines
I had always known my husband was having an affair, but today’s revelation was different.Unease prickled down my spine as I saw the trending topic on X.There it was. Number two.CEO of Hart Finances Ltd., Stanley Hart, is expecting a child with his wife after three years of childlessness.The woman with Stan in the picture wasn’t me. It was his secretary; the same woman who constantly texted him at late hours; the one he constantly compared me to.They looked happy, about to clink their glasses. Stan never showed me off to the public. Our marriage had always been secret because he emphasized on how camera- unworthy I was.Not fit for the wife of a billionaire. But she was: with her perfect figure and glowing skin, they looked meant for each other.‘She’s pretty,‘isn’t she?’ The hairdresser’s voice made me glance up.‘Who?’ I asked.She gestured to the picture on my phone. ‘Stan Hart’s wife, the woman in the picture.’‘Oh…’my chest grew tighter. ‘He’s so lucky to have a woman like







