Mag-log inEarlier that morning. Candace after leaving her father’s company.In the car, her eyes were on the window but her mind was somewhere else entirely, turning over the contents of the file her father had handed her.She tapped one finger slowly against her knee."Maybe I should go pay him a visit." She said to herself. "I might as well see his new wife while I'm at it."She looked at the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror. She gave him an address.He adjusted course without comment.***************************************************************************************They soon arrived at Damien’s place.Candace had been here before, not many times. She walked in, she still remembered some places.The butler appeared almost immediately from the far corridor, and when he saw her, something warm moved across his face."Young miss." Bernard greeted. "You are back in the country.""Old man Bernard." Candace smiled. She had always liked Bernard. He had been the butler at the Carringt
While the morning had started for others.The warm light pressed through the gap in the curtains, crossing the room slowly. Outside, birds chirped, the couple wrapped around themselves warmly. Everything felt peaceful and calm. Damien had been awake for some time.He did not move. He lay with Elena tucked against him, his arm around her, and he watched her as she slept completely unguarded. Her breathing was slow and even.He said nothing.When her eyes began to move beneath their lids, he shut his eyes immediately, pretending to be asleep.He felt her stir. He felt her move.Elena was still deliberating on whether she could move without waking him up. Damien tightened his arm just slightly, it was enough to make her lay still.Then he spoke."Can't we stay a bit longer?". He leaned closer, nuzzling the side of her neck tenderly."You are awake?, well I have to get ready for work," she said."You are the boss." He shifted slightly, keeping his hold on her. "Your employees are perfect
Mr. Walters walked her to his office when the worst of it had passed, sat her down, and found the first aid kit in the bottom drawer of his cabinet. He cleaned the cut on her forehead.She sat quietly throughout the whole process.When he finished, she looked up at him. Her eyes were red, she had calmed down."Who is she? The bitch he married?""Language young lady". Her father rebuked her lightly.“I’m sorry, who is the woman he got married to?”“I don’t know Candace”"Dad." She held his gaze. "I know you well enough. You looked into it."He looked at her for a long moment. Then he reached into his desk drawer and placed a folder on the desk.She picked it up.She read slowly at first, then her eyes began to move faster across the pages. A small company, a low class.By the last page, there was a smile on Candace's face.She closed the folder."I will take my leave now, daddy." She stood, smoothed her outfit, and pressed a brief kiss to her father's cheek. "I'm sorry about your meeti
Adrian looked at her for a long while, you could tell he was upset.“Besides she is dead now, I’m sure Damien will surely pick me this time”. Candace said confidently."There is something I didn't tell you," he said. "I didn't tell you because I knew how you would react to it"Candace frowned. "What didn't you tell me?"He held her gaze."Damien got married again."Candace stared at Adrian in disbelief."Stop playing with me Adrian," she said, but her voice had lost its steadiness. "You know I don't find that funny. Don't do that."Adrian said nothing. She searched his face for a clue that he was lying, she waited for him to say he was joking but he didn’t say anything and she didn’t see anything either."Adrian". She called out anxious.But still nothing."But daddy would have told me, I would have seen it somewhere in the news. Aunty Olivia would have called me. She would have told me.""It happened fast," Adrian said quietly. "Even we didn't know until it was done. There was no ann
At the Morgan house, Patricia was restless, she could not bring herself to sleep .She paced back and forth in the room in her silk robe, phone pressed to her ear. She was on a call."Why did you not release what I sent you?, you missed the perfect opportunity."The voice on the other end was unmoved. "Ma'am, you watched the press conference. You saw how Mr. Carrington traced the company and found the individual who circulated the video.""And so what? You are the media.""Unless you have the power to hire me and guarantee my job after I lose it, do not call me again about this." A pause. "I still need my position." The line went dead.Patricia pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it."He..." She pressed her lips together. "That fool hung up on me."She stood still for a moment, her chest rising and falling. She was failing at controlling her own emotions.She walked to the window."It doesn't matter," she said quietly, to no one. Her reflection stared back at her from the glas
The three of them lay on the bed, Ethan tucked between his parents."Mummy." Ethan turned his face up to Elena, his eyes shining bright. "I want you to read me a bedtime story.""Alright, baby." Elena sat up and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "Let me get one from your room."She slid off the bed, walked to the door and pulled it closed behind her.The moment it clicked shut.She pressed one hand flat against her chest and stood in the corridor, breathing. A long exhale that she had been holding for longer than she realised. Being that close to him, in that room, it took her a lot of effort to appear as unbothered as she had been.She stood there for a while, then walked to Ethan's room.She selected a book from the small shelf above his bed, tucking it under her arm. Then she returned to the room. She opened the door, and climbed back onto the bed, settling against the headboard with Ethan laying to her side.She opened the book.In a town, there lived a fleet of race cars.
Victoria's hands shook as she gripped the steering wheel, barely seeing the road through her tears. The lights of the city blurred into streaks of color as she drove on, her mind spinning with rage and humiliation.Elena. Always Elena. Their father's favorite, even though he had remarried. The gold
Elena was greatly astonished, as she looked around she saw a fountain that danced in the circular driveway, water cascading over smooth stones. The building itself seemed to go on forever, wings extending in both directions from the main entrance."Oh my God," Elena whispered."The Carrington estat
Elena stood in the middle of her small apartment. It felt strangely quiet, almost hollow, as if it already knew she was leaving. This was the place she had once called home. She had rented it temporarily, promising George they'd buy a proper house after the wedding. Their house, he had called it,
The name still sounded strange, but Elena was beginning to accept it. For one year, she would be Mrs. Carrington. She would live in this man’s home, care for his son, and play the role of his wife.Damien leaned forward, pressing the intercom button. “Drive”, he commanded the driver."Wait!" Elena







