A YEAR LATER "Ding dong!" Maren could hear the doorbell ring from her bedroom, then the sound of the door being opened and then inaudible voices then- "Maren Sharppe!!" "Fucking hell," she swore, startled and stared into the mirror. The view of the eyeliner she was applying on the right side of her eyes had gone zigzag. She took out a piece of wipes and just took off the entire thing and headed for the door and down the stairs. She knew that voice even in her sleep. "There's my mother fucking bitch!" Nella screamed as she sighted Maren coming down the stairs. She ran to her and almost swept her off her feet. "Alright, easy there," Maren said as she returned her hug with a wide grin. "Bitch, I thought your flight was tomorrow. What are you doing here?" "That's the thing. The flight was too far away, so I took my dad's private jet to be here today," she explained and hugged her again." Maren shook her head in amusement. "You never change, do you?" "I can't wait for y
“You're kidding, right?” Maren asked, holding the glass a little too tightly so that her fingers began to turn red. “I mean, there's no point trying to lie anymore, is there?" He replied, his eyes moving to her fingers on the glass and back to her face. “I admit I did know your father!" "And you're saying my father was a dangerous man?!” The glass shattered all over the ground and the liquid splashed along with it. “Hey hey, calm down” he was already in front of her and gently opened her hand, which was clenched into a fist to let the remaining glass fall out. Maren's face just stood frozen and she let him pull her away from the glass so he could clean it up and also clean up the cuts the glass gave her on her palm. “Your dad wasn't a dangerous man. He was involved with dangerous men,” he explained, cleaning the wound with disinfectant on a cotton wool. Maren just watched him, not knowing what to make out of what he'd been saying for the past twelve minutes. “Your fath
Maren raised her eyes for the paper on the table as soon as the knock on the door came. She knew who it was, and she gritted her teeth, just knowing that she would lose a very competent staff at any moment. “Come in,” she answered and sat up straight with her eyes on the door. Louise came in, file in hand, as she approached Maren's desk with her cheerfully fixed face. “These were the documents dropped off the other day that needed your signature, ma’am,” she announced, and Maren tapped the table for her to lay them. “You sent for me?" Louise asked, staring at her boss who hadn't taken her eyes off her since she walked in. Maren scanned her from her head to where was visible to her. She looked so elegant in the yellow blazer and trousers which she wore. She packed her hair into a loose bun in the middle of her head, which really gave her that sassy look coupled with the redness of her lips. She really was the one thing Alexander had given her that she hadn't regretted, a
Maren froze for a few seconds before she slowly raised her head to meet her mom's gaze. "That's impossible, mom. You're talking shit," Maren quickly blurted. "Oh, don't try to make me feel like I'm some terribly old lady. I do not have amnesia, young lady" Maren suddenly closed her laptop with force. "Don't you think it's a little too late to be up, mom? Some of us have work to do in the morning" she stood up and headed for her laptop casing. "Save me that bullshit, Maren. I know you know what exactly I'm talking about. Yours had a golden chain, and this is silver. And don't give me a shit about not remembering cause your father reminded you about it every day" "Maybe the gold just washed off with age. Maybe it was fake gold. I mean, dad was too self absorbed to buy real jewellery for any of us, anyway." Her brows were now furrowed as she carried out her actions with a little aggression. "This is pure silver, Maren. Gold doesn't wash off that way," her mom argued back in
Only the stars were in the sky when Maren got down from the car with her eyes glued to her phone, which she has basically been staring at since she got out of the elevator at her company. With calculated steps, she walked into the house and bolted the door behind her, then turned to the perfectly silent household of hers. She walked up the stairs and got into her room, which she also locked behind her. “Where did you get this?” “Fuck!” Maren exclaimed and almost dropped her phone as she shut her eyes to suck in the fear which had just radiated through her body. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again. “What the hell are you doing in my room, mom? And at this time of the night. Shouldn't you be knitting a sweater in a rocking chair or something?” she asked as she began pulling off her clothes. “Well, I felt my daughter's been acting so strange and distant these past few weeks and decided that if she wouldn't talk to me, maybe I should do some snooping of my own”
Maren's heart was tearing apart, and she just had to give herself a week break or she'd probably rip someone's head off at the office or something. She just couldn't contain her anger and sadness at what Alexander had done, and she meant it when she said she didn't want to see him again. How could someone be so selfish? She asked herself as she laid on her bed with her eyes facing the ceiling. How could someone destroy someone else's relationship without remorse just to be with the person? That is some messed up shit, you know? To think Irene was in on the plan since sat one and she hadn't noticed. She'd been that oblivious all this time? She knew she was supposed to be mad at Irene with this new information, but somewhere deep down; she felt some kind of pity for her and she wished she could speak to her one last time to hear her own side of the story or at least make peace with her. There was no denying that she missed Irene. I mean, this was her best friend from day one