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Chapter 110 Homecoming.
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2025-12-26 10:39:10How ironically strange was it that the weather was looking so bad at the exact time she was returning home?
16-year-old Wren, under a similar rain had run away from home with nothing but a small duffel bag, with a heart full of so much despair. She has promised herself she would become someone who never had to come back. Funny how that promise worked out.There was already an SUV waiting for them at the private terminal, and a figure holding an umbrella by the rear door.After some formalities, they headed straight for the car. It was comfortably warm inside.And as soon as Wren was in, Kael said to her, “Gimme a minute,” and then he looked through the passenger window, to the driver, “Don’t take your eyes off her till I’m back.”“Kael?” Wren followed his retreating figure with a slow turn of her head. He was headed towards a small convenience store at the edge of the terminal.She was still smiling faintl
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Wren had assumed that her silence on the matter communicated everything that needed to be said to her father. That she would rather set herself on fire than fall into that trap twice. Jonathan, of all people, should be on board with that. He was the loudest voice against her marriage to Felix three years ago.So what changed?“I want to believe that you rejected their proposal,” Wren said.Jonathan sighed. “I’ve never told you this, but the Morells and the Ellingtons go way back, even before you were born.”That information was both surprising and not. Wren could feel the slow slide of a knife out of its sheath.“What does that have to do with anything?”Something told Wren a trap was about to be laid at her feet. But she remained seated and listened anyway. Mostly because she understood that leaving now would only delay the inevitable.“Your grandfather and Ashton Morell (Felix’s late grandfath
Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune Chapter 112 What Fathers Ask
The door to Jonathan Ellington’s private lounge sighed shut behind Wren, sealing her in a vault of silence. A room most of the household staff never set foot in, and one that Wren herself could count on a single hand how many times she had entered as a child.Her father stood at a low table of hematite, pouring cognac into a glass. He didn’t turn as she entered, and his focus was absolute, as if the act of decanting liquor demanded monastic devotion. Jonathan Ellington at sixty-three was still an imposing figure, not in the brutish sense. His greying hair was swept back from a face that had aged well, too well perhaps.The sound of liquid meeting glass was the only one in the room for a couple of seconds Jonathan looked at her.“Cognac,” he said. He poured a second glass without waiting for her response.Wren did not move away from her position near the door. The room itself was tastefully sparse with nothing so predictable as oak panels and hunting portraits. Jonathan always favoured
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Dinner unfolded in the cavernous Ellington dining room, and amidst it, under the eyes of everyone else she had hoped to forever escape from, Wren felt like an exhibit pinned under their glares.Jonathan, carving the roast beef on his plate, started, “Omar made sure to brief me about how resourceful you’ve been in the MHM acquisition. Impressive.” A worker now placed a portion of the same beef in front of Wren. His praise sounded as dry as a stock report if you asked Wren.“And this Solace Heights development was an unconventional approach.”“A profitable approach, clearly,” Wren corrected.“Mm,” Jonathan chewed and then swallowed.“She’s been absolutely remarkable,” Anthonia interjected with a warmth that made Wren’s skin crawl. “Hasn’t she, darling? When I read about the groundbreaking ceremony in Architectural Digest, I told Jonathan—I said, that’s our Wre
Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune Chapter 110 Homecoming.
How ironically strange was it that the weather was looking so bad at the exact time she was returning home?16-year-old Wren, under a similar rain had run away from home with nothing but a small duffel bag, with a heart full of so much despair. She has promised herself she would become someone who never had to come back. Funny how that promise worked out.There was already an SUV waiting for them at the private terminal, and a figure holding an umbrella by the rear door.After some formalities, they headed straight for the car. It was comfortably warm inside.And as soon as Wren was in, Kael said to her, “Gimme a minute,” and then he looked through the passenger window, to the driver, “Don’t take your eyes off her till I’m back.”“Kael?” Wren followed his retreating figure with a slow turn of her head. He was headed towards a small convenience store at the edge of the terminal.She was still smiling faintl
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William forced himself to look away again. This was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. Grace loved him. This was her job. Nathan was just a colleague, nothing more. But the uncomfortable feeling in his chest didn’t go away.“Cut! Perfect! That’s the one!” The director’s voice rang out, triumphant. “Grace, Nathan, that was beautiful. Let’s break for the day.”The fake rain stopped abruptly and the set lights came up. The crew burst into motion, people rushing around with equipment and clipboards and the general organised chaos of a production wrapping for the day.Grace stepped out of the frame, and someone immediately appeared with a towel, which she covered her hair with and soaked out water, then someone else started drying it with a dryer. Then she spotted William and her face lit up, she ran to him.“William!” She crashed into him with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever, throwing her arms around
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“What kind do you think she would like?” the florist with kind eyes and dirt under her fingernails asked after William had just walked into her bouquet shop.William looked at the different options available. Grace wasn’t a roses kind of woman. She liked things that surprised her“Those,” he pointed to some pale pink peonies mixed with white ranunculus and delicate sprigs of eucalyptus. “Can you make something with those?”The florist smiled like he’d passed some kind of invisible test. “Good choice. Peonies mean compassion and romance. Ranunculus means radiant charm“Perfect,” William agreed even though he wasn’t really concerned about all that. As long as Grace would love them. He paid and carried the bouquet out to his car, sitting it on the passenger seat like a fragile passenger.Grace would be wrapping up her first week of filming soon. He had promised to pick her up and take her somewhere nice to celebrate. Grace had been both excited and nervous about getting a role in the mov
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