Maren sat in front of the dressing mirror, staring at her reflection. She couldn't believe that she could still be in this position after what Williams did to her three years ago.
The makeup artist had just finished on her face and left Maren in the room, admiring herself. She really was proud of what she had achieved in those three years. The best being Nathan. “You really drained my beauty when you dropped out of me, Maren,” her mom said, walking into the room. “We both know that's a lie, mom, I look more like grandma and you know it” her mom chuckled and walked further into the room. She placed her hands on her shoulders while looking at the mirror. “You're from a pretty generation then, my dear,” she said, and Maren smiled. Then silence engulfed the room as each person struggled with their thoughts. “Are you sure you want this?" “I'm scared, mum," Maren said quietly. “But it's for the best, right?" Her mom kissed her brown hair, then smoothed it with her hand. “Whatever you do, I'll always be proud of you my love" she flashed her an assuring smile. “Mummy?" They both turned to view Nathan in a tuxedo, his brown hair gelled to shine in the light, a little flower tucked on one side, close to his chest. Standing outside the door. Maren smiled, almost moved to tears at how cute he looked. “Oh, Nathan” she said and stood up from where she sat to meet him. As she stood up, his eyes widened. She nodded on seeing his expression. “Yes, you're as cute as mummy is," she said, holding back her tears. Nathan chuckled and stretched his hands to her. She bent to his level and hugged him tightly. She just wanted to see him happy. ***** "Now here's our groom!!” "Where have you been, Eddie?” Alexander asked, coming down the stairs as he fastened the buttons on the sleeve of his white shirt. “Alex, my bro!!” Eddie hailed when he got to the bottom of the stairs, with the energy of a drunk while raising a bottle of wine in the air. “Stop it, Eddie. I don't have time for this” his face was serious with what seemed like anxiety written on it. Eddie set the bottle on the table and turned to his friend, a teasing grin spread in his face. “Come on now, you need to loosen up a little. You look like a nervous wreck with that face” Alexander ignored him. "Where are the others?" “You know, we did have a bachelor’s night without you, last night. " “What? Don't tell me…" "Relax, they're all sobered up. You've got nothing to worry about, bro” he paused and looked at his friend. “What's wrong? It's just a wedding. It's not that deep." “My dad is going to be there, okay? It's really deep, Eddie” Eddie collapsed onto one sofa in the sitting room where they stood. “You've always been obsessed with pleasing that old man and you hardly disappoint him, so what's the fuss?” “I just need this day to be perfect, that's all,” he said while checking his wristwatch. "It starts in three hours. Why isn't Maren here yet?” He asked no one in particular. His friend chuckled on the sofa. "Now I get it. This is more about your father's company, right? Or is it about Maren?” “Come on, be reasonable, Eddie. The old man's in his final days. I'd like to give him a nice show, which is my marriage ceremony, before he finally leaves. That's not too much to ask for, is it?” Eddie just scoffed and stood up to face his friend. “You and I know you're doing all this to get the company your father wrote about in his will. You can fool the old man, Alex. But you can't fool me,” he said with a grin and moved away from him towards the exit of the house” "You can choose to believe what you want to believe, Eddie. Just make sure my wedding is perfect,” he called after him. An hour to the wedding, and Maren hadn't yet arrived. He had given the driver he sent to her a call, and he confirmed that they were on their way, so he called down a little. Few minutes later, there was a kind of commotion downstairs and Alexander walked down to the sitting room where it came from, hoping it was his bride. “Thank goodness…” he stopped in his tracks. “Hello, Alexander” "What are you doing here? Who let you in?" Alexander asked, gritting his teeth. "Chill out, baby bro. I only came to pass a peaceful message. His tone was gentle and icy. “I'm not your brother!” Alexander shot back, moving closer to him. The other man was unmoved, a bitter smile spread across his face. “Get out!" “Watch your tone, bro,” the man said. "I'm not here to banter words with you or attend your false wedding. I'm here to warn you” Alexander scoffed, dryly, “About what, hmm?" “Dad's company is mine. I'm the first son and I deserve it" “You lost that right the day you made that stupid decision, fool," Alexander spat, veins building at the sides of his neck. “You're not dad's son and so, you better fuck off." This man smirked, looking down at his brother as he was taller. “You really have lost your respect, Alexander'' "Leave my house and my life” Alexander's eyes were starting to show a little redness. “I know the old man is dying. You've become as greedy as he is." he paused and edged forward, his face was now serious. “You know nothing Alexander” “Sir, the bride has arrived,” a voice called from the head, which popped out of the door from outside. "I'll let you get back to your false wedding and your little wife. I've just come to tell you not to assume that company. That's all. " He turned and headed towards the door. “Or what?" He stopped midway and gave a laugh, which rang around the building. It sounded…dark”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