CHAPTER 48: Lord of the Manor—forty years of terror“Can you simply and clearly tell me the difference between ‘beige’ and champagne gold,” Lenny asked, holding up two swatches to her face.I barely looked up from the moodboard I was revising for like the nth time that morning.“One actually screams effort. The other— not so much.”Lenny scoffed. “Hope you realise this is actually a man's fortieth birthday and not a coronation?” she asked, looking at the mountain of mess we had managed to create just this morning. I wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. Not to Lenny, and least of all myself, but I’d been seriously thinking about Zachary’s birthday ever since I’d blurted out to him and Mary that I’d throw him a party.It had been a week since the incident with Julia and that scene in his office— and two days since I had announced that I was throwing him a party. Yet, we had barely spoken to each other. Still, my pride wouldn’t let me back down. If he was not making a move to mend the br
CHAPTER 47: Ancient history It had been five days since the scene in Zachary’s office. Five days of clipped words, sidelong glances, and the faint metallic taste of anger and pride still dancing on my tongue. Zachary and I hadn't fought again, not exactly, but the silence between us was deliberate, sharp and curated. It was the kind of quiet that feels heavier than an argument.He had not even come to my bedroom at night anymore. I was not surprised, but I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I missed him in my bed. By now, I wasn’t sure which of us was better at it—at keeping the tension. He had the advantage of being a man who’d built an empire on restraint. For me, I had the chance of being a woman who refused to lose. I was going to let him know that I was not going to give in easily.For the better part of the afternoon, I had been in the living room with Mary. She was sitting on the couch, a wide box of photographs spread before her like a treasure chest. In the last hour w
CHAPTER 46: Fire herThe moment I stepped into Zachary’s office with Lenny trailing nervously behind me, the air shifted. We almost bumped into Julia at the door, so I supposed she was about to leave. Her mask of pristine professionalism did not hide the dour expression on her face, hinting that whatever they talked about did not sit well with her.“Leaving so soon? Don't tell me you're done talking?”Zachary’s gaze lifted to me, calm but assessing. That eerie calmness always unnerved me more than any outburst ever could.Julia’s smile was faint, practiced. “Madelyn. We're done here. I have to head to the office now.”I didn’t look at her. My eyes were fixed behind her, on Zachary who was also holding my gaze, calming anticipating my next move.“What were you two talking about?”His expression didn’t flicker. “Business.”That ugly bitter feeling crawled up my throat again. I took a step further into the room, my pulse drumming loudly on my ears. “Business?” I glanced at Lenny beside
CHAPTER 45: Crossed a lineI didn't have to wait too long before Julia stepped into the office. She stood in front of the door, posture straight, her face schooled into the perfect picture of composure, but I could see the cracks at the edges.I didn’t bother offering her a seat. My gaze was still on the open laptop on my desk.The door shut behind her with a quiet click that seemed to resound louder in the thick silence that enshrouded the room.I didn't acknowledge her presence with a glance. I continued scrolling through some of the files that the private investigator had sent. They were a bunch of information, but they were hardly of any importance or use. Tired of going through the less than useful files he had sent, I pushed the laptop away and picked my phone off the desk. I dialled his number and he picked on the first ring.“Sir.”“There's nothing of importance here. Get me useful information, or I might decide that your services are worth your price.”“I'm currently onto
CHAPTER 44: I saw it tooLenny’s question hung in the air like the heavy perfume Julia leaves behind when she walks past. Just like now. It made me more pissed to hear her ask that question.She left her seat across the table to come and sit beside me. She took my hand gingerly in hers.“I think I'll give you two some privacy. I'll go check on the girls in the kitchen,” Mary pressed my shoulders softly as she passed me. Soon the door softly clicked shut, leaving me alone with Lenny.“Mads, what’s going on with you?” she asked, frowning, glancing at the door Mary just closed a few seconds ago to give us privacy.I didn't answer her right away. Instead, my eyes remained on the door as if it could give me answers to the ache that had been pounding in my chest since last night.Her voice was quieter when she spoke again. “You’ve been on edge since this morning. You don't look happy. You didn't even tell me how the party went last night,” she pouted sadly. “And I can't seem to notice th
CHAPTER 43: What is going on with you?Mary was already in the breakfast room, fussing over the tea set like it was a royal banquet, when I came in.“You should sit down and have breakfast, Mary. Let the staff handle the rest. You're not the help here.” I said, pulling out the chair beside me.She gave me that look she’d perfected over decades — part exasperation, part fondness. “And yet, I can’t seem to stop helping. I can't help it, dear. It's not in my nature to sit at a place.”She disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with a steaming cup. Her eyes softened, but she only set the cup in front of me and murmured, “Eat first. Talk later.”I took a sip of the coffee and it was exactly what I needed.“How was the party?”I dropped the cup and turned to her, my eyes dimming. “It was okay.”She frowned slightly, sitting on the chair across from me. “Just okay?”I nodded, lifting the cup to my lips again.“You were already in bed, tucked in by Zachary when I went to your bedroom l