Patrice’s POV
I gave the direction to our home to Pete. It wasn’t hard to find because we occupy one big compound in Hamstead County. Lady Henda and her children occupied the mansion. My family and I used to live there when Grandpa was alive. However, after his death, his second wife had become rude so Dad decided to live in one of the smaller houses but still inside the compound.
My husband Resh lives in the stables. He had lived there for the past ten years since he was adopted by Grandpa. Even after we got married, he chose to live there. My Dad had warned him never to set foot in our home as he isn’t welcomed there nor would he allow me to live in the stables with him. So my marriage really was just written in papers. My father had told me to agree to my Grandpa’s request so that he can be written in the old man’s will. There was always an option to divorce later on.
“Uhmm, I guess we are here, Madam,” Pete disrupted
Resh's POV“Yes Sir, I couldn’t be mistaken, this guy has the lightning birthmark at his ankle and three moles in his inner thigh.”“He is asleep still, the sedative the doctor gave him had calm him down.”“OK, I will let you know soonest of any update.”I felt a bit groggy and my head weighed heavily with a throbbing pain. I could hear only one man talking so he must’ve been on the phone. I tried to move my hands but I cannot. So were my feet. I opened my eyelids and thank goodness the room was dimly lit so I felt at ease to look around.My hands and feet were tied and bound to the bed. Where was I? Was I kidnapped? The man must have heard or felt me move so he walked towards me maybe to check on me.“Young master, you are awake!”“Young master? ME? You are calling me your young master?”, I couldn’t believe my ears.“My name i
Patrice POV"Grandpa?"I couldn't believe my eyes! The room was a bit dark but I could see the silhouette with the help of light flooding from outside the door.There leaning on the wall was a life-size portrait of my Grandpa. What is that doing there? It seemed unfinish yet as there were several brushes and paint that litter around. Is my husband trying to paint my Grandpa?I tried to look for a light switch using my phone's flashlight. When I finally found one and turned it on, bright light flooded the room.I could say Resh did a great job in renovating the stables to be his home. It was simple but neat. Some of the old furniture from the mansion were here but they look better and cared for in here. There was even a fireplace with an animal hide near it for a carpet. It felt cozy and warm. It was just one room with kitchen on one side, a foldable couch on one corner that may serve as his bed probably. Above the fireplace were some books. Forex,
Chapter 13 Awkward MomentResh’s POVI woke up sweating profusely. I found it hard to breath earlier but I guess it was all part of the dream as I was breathing normally although a bit fast now. It is that nightmare of drowning again. Although it is clear to me that my nightmares were not mere dreams but had happened in reality, it still had come to bug me. The light was dimmed but I could make out a figure in the sofa. Patrice? What was she doing in here? She wasn’t moving so I presumed she was sleep. I tried to get up to put a blanket on her forgetting that my arm had an IV line connected to it. Somehow, the noise of the commotion I made woke her up.“What are you doing?” She got up and walked towards me blinking her eyes sleepily.I felt ashamed to tell her I was going to put a blanket on her. “I was on my way to the washroom. I need to pee,” I
Author's POV CLANK CLANK CLANK ... The noise of pots and pans falling made my spirit jump. I was feeling so sleepy after finishing the thirteenth chapter just a few hours ago. My brains refused to think further. It had been three days that I have continuously worked on my novel everytime. I would finish all the house work. Still yawning and stretching my arm, I opened the door to check what the commotion was about. Spat! An egg suddenly hit me on my forhead. "Bull's Eye! " "Dang, why 'd you do that? " I stared angrily at my mother-in-law, who obviously was making all the noise in the kitchen which happened to be just outside my room. I reached for a towel nearby and wiped off my face. "What time is it Resh? Are you trying to make people here fast?" She returned my glare with a more fierce look. "I'm sorry Madam. " I bowed my head unable to hide another yawn. I reached out for the frying pan a
Clear the table. Wash dishes. Wash clothes. Dust off. Cook meals. I have a lot of use in this house and yet they call me good for nothing... Tsk..Tsk...What if I go to some distant place and enjoy a vacation? These folks will surely miss me. It's ten in the morning when all house work got done. I logged in to my account and WHOA!!! How the heck did I get $10,000,000 in my account? Did I read the zeros right? 7 zeros... That makes it 10 Million dollars right? "WebToon Office, Goodmorn..." A guy sounded on the other end of the line. "Cut the crap Borj. You know it's me. Heey, I just got a freaking ten million dollars in my account. Did accounting office just made a mistake sending my fee? They keyed in too much zeros I guess..." "Hahahaha.. My friend, come to the office and I will explain,"...Tooot.. Line went dead. I could imagine my friend smirking as he ended the call. What, how, why...My mind was really boggled..I too
Chapter 16 Ten Million Dollars As I was taking my seat, Borj stood up to lock the door. We don’t want the surprise look of our staff when they open the door and find me seated in the manager’s chair. “Want some coffee first?”, Borj offered. “Let’s get down to business first. What is ten million dollars doing in my account?” “Why do I sense you are annoyed? Shouldn’t you be happy you have more money?” The mocking face. He looks playful today. What could be up on his sleeve? “You need coffee. Just one moment. I can get my secretary to do that for us.” He stood up and press some numbers on the intercom. “Sweety, get us two coffee in here, one dark and strong and one latte.” I promptly stood up from the manager’s chair and I was standing by the window curtains already when we heard a knock at the door. Borj stood up to open the door and let his secretary in. “Thank you my dear” he said and locked the door aga
“Borj!” Now I was really looking at him with piercing eyes wanting to rip him apart.“Young master, please. Let me explain,” Clyde pleaded.“Let us go to your car and talk.” I motioned with my eyes for Clyde to follow me “As for you Borj, I’m not done yet!”Of all things I hated, is getting in touch or connected with my family. Clyde is my grandfather’s personal assistant and driver. He has served in the family from since he turned adolescent with his father and mother serving in the old mansion of my grandfather as well. It would seem as if they had been our slaves with the years of service they gave. However, don't think of it in a bad way. Their family had been treated like a family from time in memorial. Their loyalty can be counted upon by my grandfather.My maternal grandfather, Mr. Amory Donovan as you may be wondering, is the top notch business tycoon in the country. COUNTRY, yes. Not cit
Being in a rich family doesn't mean being always happy. I've learned that at a young age from my father. He had to be away often for overseas trip and when he was in city, he still can't spend enough time for himself and his family. He and my mother were university sweethearts. Because he didn't come from a well-to-do family, he had to work his ass off to prove he was worthy to be part of the Donovan Family. And just when you are doing well and on your way to the top, people start to get envious and drag you down. The worse thing is that it will be people of your blood or circle who will do the most unimaginable things to bring you down.So I had refused every help from the Donovan family. The grand patriarch of the McLain finally discovered my lineage but I made him vow to keep it a secret. In exchange for his silence, he made me marry his most beloved granddaughter, Bridda. He wanted to secure her future no matter what happens to his perfume company. He knows too well