As Taylor drove out of her parents' residence, her phone which was in her pocket couldn't stop vibrating. She couldn't count how many times Daniel had called in the span of ten minutes.
"I can't marry him. I'll never marry that demon! I know what I'll do. I'll run. I'll run so fast they can't find me. I'll run back to Daniel and we'll go to the farthest of the earth to start a family!"
Taylor kept mumbling those words over and over again like someone who had lost her mind. She had no idea how long she drove within California aimlessly, but the next time she looked at the time, it was already six in the evening.
Her phone also had over a hundred missed calls, a dozen from Daniel and a dozen from her mother. She didn't bother to confirm her words as she stopped the car on a bridge.
Her eyes were blank as she overlooked the waters. Something in it looked so serene and wonderful and for a moment, she contemplated diving in.
It was better to die than to get married to Andrew Radford. Although far away, she heard a lot about him and his escapades. He was a monster with no feelings or regards for human life.
To him, he was meant to have anything and everything he desired. Surely, he'd go crazy if he didn't have her, wouldn't he?
As soon as that thought settled in, Taylor smiled broadly and crossed over the railing. The cool evening breeze came strong then, moving up her dressing as she struggled to gain a footing.
As she stood there, she reminisced on the past few months she had spent with Daniel. Her charming knight.
She had met him in the first role she played in a movie. That was four years ago. Their friendship had blossomed immediately and in a couple of months, they became inseparable.
In their years of being together, she discovered Daniel wasn't really who he said he was. But she didn't mind, after all, she had also left California for somewhere else because she was running from the duty of being Dante Fairchild's daughter.
It wasn't until a few months ago that she told him all about herself. But he seemed to already know. She hadn't asked him of his identity back then and now she was glad she didn't. Otherwise, she'd have been reeling with guilt.
If he was really from a wealthy family, then he'd get over her sooner and his family would find someone else for him to settle down with.
As soon as Taylor's mind settled down, she slowly released her grip on the rails.
At the moment, a certain man pushed everything on the table to the floor in frustration. He ignored his bleeding hands and kept dialing the same number over and over again.
"She still isn't answering. Why isn't she answering? Taylor always answers unless there's something wrong! Yes, there must be something wrong!"
Daniel was losing his mind as well. His eyes, which had reddened and become wild, glanced at the suited man before him.
"Is there something wrong in California, Philip?" He asked calmly.
Philip, a man who looked no less than 40, raised his eyes and unhurriedly shook his head.
"There's nothing going on in California, sir. But I did hear a rumor."
"A rumor? What rumor? Is the rumor, perhaps, the reason why Taylor isn't answering her phone?" Daniel asked hurriedly, scratching his head in the process.
"There's a rumor Andrew Radford is getting married to the only daughter of the Fairchild family, Taylor Fairchild." Philip revealed.
Something flew past him almost immediately, but the man didn't flinch. Not even the sound of the glass jar breaking into pieces or of its shards entering his back fazed him.
"Andrew Radford? Of course he has eyes on my bride! That makes sense." Daniel laughed out loud, clenching his hands tightly.
He bore no personal grudge against Andrew, but the two had crossed paths a few times and those incidents were far from pleasant.
Daniel Holt. The Holt family was a renowned family known in California and beyond. It was said the successor of the family fortune abandoned it claiming he had a passion for entertainment and since taking over the reins of the family meant leaving his life on set, he would rather abandon his identity as the successor of the Holt family.
Daniel was a stubborn one and Philip had used half of his life trying to convince Daniel to return back to the family. Who knew all he had to do was involve Taylor and everything would be solved?
"Fine. Let's return back to California. I can't stand the thought of that bastard getting married to my girlfriend." Daniel hissed, walking ahead of Philip.
"Mr. Holt, the marriage is a done deal. According to what I heard, Dante Fairchild fell into one of Andrews's traps. There's no way out for Taylor other than death." Philip brought to Daniel's notice.
Daniel paused, but said nothing for a very long time.
"Either way, let's get to California first."
Philip's phone vibrated in his pocket and he took it out. When his eyes saw the news flash, he gulped down nervously and slipped back his phone into his pocket.
This..this isn't good.
The beeping sound. The smell of antiseptics. Those were the first things Taylor heard and smelt when she opened her eyes. Why was she in the hospital? She clearly remembered jumping into the ocean. She tried to get up, but couldn't as a pang of pain waltzed through her, pushing her back to the bed. "Taylor! Taylor, you're awake! Thank goodness! I was so worried, baby!" Ava cried out, racing to her daughter's side. Taylor's eyes settled on her mother's face. The puffy eyes and black eye bags underneath Ava's eyes made her heart break. If she had died like she wanted to, she wouldn't be feeling this much pain. "Why would you try to kill yourself, Taylor? Do you have any idea how worried your father and I was when we heard the news?" Ava berated tearfully, caressing Taylor's hand. My father. Taylor glanced around the room in search of Dante. "He didn't come." Ava revealed and Taylor turned to her. The woman forced on a smile as she continued, "Your father's reputation has been ru
Taylor whimpered on the cold floor, her eyes tightly shut and legs drawn up to her stomach, leaving her in a ball form. She wrapped her hands across her body, gritting her teeth in fear. The musty basement air was gradually leaving her breathless and her heart was slowing down its pace. "Go away…please go away." She kept muttering with chattering teeth. The door to the basement suddenly flung open, but Taylor didn't dare to open her eyes. "There's a dinner party tonight. Becky will get you ready and when it's time, Ramos will take you there." Andrew stated the reason for his coming. Taylor didn't bother to ask who these people were as she still had her eyes tightly shut. Seconds later, she managed to get a grip on herself as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. The raw hatred in her eyes couldn't be missed by Andrew. The man chuckled darkly and bent beside her, "Now that's the look I expect you to have. But why do I have the feeling you desire to curse me out?" Tay
Blood rushed to Taylor's nose as she tried to hold back her tears. As she moved her hand, something fell, causing a loud nose that caused Ava and the girl with her to turn towards its direction. Without thinking, Taylor turned and ran out. Ramos, who was walking towards her direction, saw her and breathed out a silent sigh of relief. “Don't wander away from me tonight, Mrs. Radford.” Taylor nodded, turning her face away from him. Ramos thought he saw tears in her eyes and was about to take a closer look when he realized it was none of his business. It's not like the boss cares anyway. "This way, please.” He directed with his hands, bowing down a little. Then walked after her into the building. As soon as she got in, Taylor noticed Ava was already seated beside Dante and the girl Taylor had seen with Ava, beside Ava. Ava smiled at Taylor as soon as they made eye contact. Taylor balled her hand into a tight fist and refused to return the smile, much to the surprise of Taylor.
Taylor got to where the Lincoln was parked and wiped off the tears streaming down her face with the back of her hand. She didn't understand when her life became so messed up. She married her father's enemy, a man who wants nothing to do with her other than to torment her, and today she discovered she had a younger sister who was a surgeon. Her father also didn't want to have anything to do with her. As if that weren't enough, the woman she thought to be her mother all these years wasn't even close and had loathed her for a very long time. But she still has Daniel, doesn't she?As Taylor thought of that, she became calm. She turned to Ramos, who held the car's door for her and instructed, “I need to stop by a phone booth on the way.” “Mr. Radford instructed that you be taken straight to the house as soon as you leave the party.” Ramos refuted with a straight face. Taylor clenched her fist tightly. Thanks to Ava and her father, Andrew had her feet and hands bound with an invisible
For the next two weeks as Taylor healed from the car accident, her hatred for Andrew kept growing and so did the newfound hatred towards her father, Ava and Elizabeth. That particular morning, a maid walked behind Taylor as she painstakingly walked to the dining room with her crutches. Beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead, but the maid turned a blind eye to it. Her job was to make sure Taylor got to the dining room no matter what. Even if Taylor fell in the process, it was none of the maid's business. Taylor exhaled shakily, gritting her teeth in pain as she finally got to the dining. Andrew was already there, eating. Hearing her come in, he glanced at his wristwatch and let out a faint smile. A minute before the time he gave her elapsed. She was finally learning. Taylor saw his smile and swallowed bitterly. She took her seat and picked up the knife with her bandaged hand, while she held the fork in the other. The accident had affected three parts of her body; right le
Orders from Andrew were mainly passed down to Patrick by Kaleb. Hence, Patrick had no idea the man who appeared out of nowhere was Andrew. “What is he doing here? Is it safe that he overhears our discussion?” He asked worriedly, casting a suspicious glance at Andrew. Andrew caught up to them, and the air of authority he exuded silenced Patrick. A look of realization came upon his face as he reviewed Andrew. This man was extremely tall and handsome. Is it really possible he's Andrew Radford instead of the gnome people make him out to be? He was still in doubt when he saw Kaleb lower his head to the ground in respect to Andrew. Andrew's icy gaze settled on Patrick as the corners of his lips curled up in disgust. “Are you him? The dog who thinks he can't bite his owner just because its owner lets it do whatever it wants?” Shivers ran down Patrick's spine. He could make out the unmistakable tone of arrogance. His knees grew weak, and before he knew it, he was already halfway to the g
“What?” Emily, who didn't hear what he said due to his words being slurred, asked again. Blood drained from Elizabeth's face for a second before she regained her composure. “He seems to be dead drunk, auntie. Point me towards his room and I'll take him there.” Elizabeth interjected, placing Daniel's hand on her shoulder. “You don't have to. I'll call one of the maids to help him to his room. Sorry you had to see him like this.” Emily apologized, dispelling Elizabeth's request, but couldn't help feeling proud in her heart.Not only did Elizabeth have a good profession, but she also had a good upbringing compared to Taylor. Forget it, she would no longer think about that wench. If only she knew the reason Elizabeth decided to help Daniel to his room wasn't because she cared, but because she feared he'd repeat what he said about her hair. “I insist, auntie.” She shook her head at Emily's words. Left with no choice, Emily beckoned a maid to lead Elizabeth to Daniel's room. As soon
Elizabeth was soon done administering drugs to the man and left, ignoring his heated gaze on her. “I hope we meet again in three days. Or less.” She concluded, disposed of the original liquid she would've given him and picked the tray containing the empty syringe and walked out. She dropped it off and headed straight to her office, where she was informed there was a woman waiting for her. “You don't just show up in my office without informing me, mother.” She groaned, seeing Ava in her office. Ava, who was admiring the painting within the office, smiled proudly, seeing her daughter dressed in a white lab coat. “You said you wanted to see me. I still have the message.” Ava defended, waving her phone for emphasis. Elizabeth sighed and walked to her chair. “I know I did, but I sent you a follow-up message saying we'll meet in the hospital's parking lot.” “You did?” Ava mumbled, opening Ava's message. She clicked her tongue when she saw the unread message. She left the house as so