Two good days have passed since the heated confrontation with Grandmother Hayes. Two long, agonising days of anxious thoughts and a body that refused to eat or rest. Vanessa actually hadn’t been herself after that back-and-forth episode with the Matriarch.Even her reflection in the mirror had lost its gloss since then.“Trouble was coming… a huge embarrassment was imminent,” And since 48 hours, she still had not found a way to counter it.Now, here she was again tonight, pacing the length of her bedroom, barefoot, her steps sharp and erratic to her own ears. She was like a convict, testing the bounds of her prison. Her eyes darted constantly toward the door, as though half-expecting someone to suddenly burst in and strip her of her gold.At one point she stopped near the window, pressing a palm against the glass pane as though she might find air beyond it. Her chest just kept rising and falling in visible pulses.Her thoughts were spinning even faster than her steps.If she did
The hour was precisely 7:00 p.m. In the dining hall, the long table had been perfectly set and around it, the helps moved in and out efficiently particularly the one that bore the name Louise. Her steps were far more silent, her hands steady as she placed the final dish at the center: roasted seabass with lemon butter glaze, and this was without disrupting the serene grace of the room.At the head of the table, Damien was already seated, his wine glass, near his plate but he hadn’t yet taken a sip. Beside him was of course Isla, her spine poised, her hands resting lightly on her lap in wait.There was less than a minute between the final napkin adjustment before the gentle sound from the other dining room door made it open to reveal the face of none other but, Isabella.She stepped in with the rehearsed gait she had perfected over years during the peak of her modelling career.But the main point of attention was actually the robe she was wearing; a delicate plum silk that slipped s
Grandmother Hayes was sitting on the armchair closest to the bookshelf with both palms pressed tightly against her temples, rubbing slow circles, while a few spaces away from her was the reason for her current stress:And that was her so-called daughter-in-law… Vanessa.She had been barking, shouting and stamping her feet for a few minutes when she barged into the study unannounced.Now, her expression was still ablaze with naked fury as she continued to torment the old woman.“You think I’m here to beg you? …Oh no. I’m only giving you one last chance to keep your family intact. You do know I can burn this entire legacy down, or don’t you get that yet... don’t you, Graaandmaa?” She stressed mockingly.The older woman remained still, head still bowed, her fingers now motionless against her temples while Vanessa stood breathing heavily with eyes scanning the elder’s quiet form with something close to disgust.She was riding high on her new power now, drunk on it.This same woman she cou
Caden had no plans to be out today, let alone to stay out late. Since his return from work, he had remained inside the house with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, relaxing in the silence while holding a glass of juice.And not too long after that, the doorbell rang.The visitor ushered himself in soon after, and without surprise it was the face of one of his business associates from one of the newer media syndicates, Jordan Redstone.He came waving his arms so wildly and wearing one of these stupid wide grins of his like he had just hit some sort of jackpot. But, as it turned out, he actually had.“Bro! Listen, man… We got the bid! Our pitch got the damn syndication slot! We’re locked in…haha… prime-time, man!”Caden barely had time to ask him to slow down before Jordan burst past him to clap his back like a drum, pacing the living room with boyish energy.“Forget whatever anti-social schedule you set today. We’re celebrating this win at Rooftop 77, man. I already called ahead.”The ot
It was that delicate time of the day that was closer to evening than noontime. Damien was in the sitting room resting on the edge of a leather couch with one arm stretched out. And not too far away from him was Isla, sitting near the side window and flipping through a magazine. The comfortable silence between the couple persisted for just about a few minutes until the sudden vibration of Damien’s phone shattered it. He reached into his pocket lazily, brought the screen to his face, and then paused when he saw who was calling.“Owens.” One of the Blackwoods long-time staffers. This meant only one thing: The call was not without reason. Damien’s brows drew in slightly as he turned his head a little, just enough to glance at Isla. She seemed to still be looking out through the window, seemingly lost or pretending to be. With a quiet sigh, he finally tapped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Sir,” The familiar, respectful voice breezed in at once. “Good e
Less than ten minutes ago, Vanessa had entered this same vault area with calculating grace. She didn’t need to be told where to go. And the smile on her face only said one thing, “She was here for what belonged to her.” But now, that face had completely switched, and her smile had since vanished replaced by a new mask of suspicion. For some reason, something was feeling off. Too still. Too quiet. Vanessa inhaled sharply and turned to face her safe. She raised one hand and started to punch in the security code with a swift click of her wrist. But nothing showed at first. Her eyeballs went stiff, and without waiting another second, this time she hit the buttons harder, faster, and she did so with all her teeth showing. And finally, she had the relieving beep, “Access granted” But the relief did not last for long, As soon as she did, a hiss escaped the safe, making it slide open automatically. Vanessa took one confident step forward, only to be immediately stopped by