Gage’s mind had been boiling in a rage since they left Director Rachel’s house. “That lady must pay!” He growled, his words echoing for the second time - first, as they exited Director Rachel’s compound, and now, as they waited for the Garcia main gate to swing open.As the gates creaked open, Richard’s foot hovered over the accelerator, ready to move forward. But Kaylie’s stopped voice halted him. “Wait,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto Gage’s as she turned to face him. “Gage, I need you to take a step back. Elizabeth’s actions were directed at me, not you. Can you let me handle it?”“But-” his lips parted to protest, but Kaylie's raised finger silenced him, its gentle gesture imbued with an unspoken authority that only she seemed to wield. He swallowed his words, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her to continue.“It’s connected to you, yes, but the device was planted on me,” Kaylie pointed out, her voice even and measured. “I’m asking you, please, to let me handle t
-Later in the day-Elizabeth hesitated in the doorway, her head peeking into the parlor like a cautious whisper. The room was empty, and with a quiet resolve, she slipped inside, the door creaking softly shut behind her. For a moment, she stood frozen, her thoughts swirling in a silent debate. Then, with a deep breath, she steeled herself and took her first step forward, her determination warring with the doubts that lingered in her mind.As she reached the door to Kaylie’s room, her hand rose, hesitating in mid-air. The distance between her fingers and the door handle grew, a chasm of uncertainty yawning open. The doubts won out, and her hand faltered, hovering just out of reach.‘Should I really do this?’ She wondered, her brow furrowing as doubt etched across her face. ‘Should I just resign as a price I’ll have to pay for my mistakes?’‘If I do, can I really hide from the consequences? Won’t she find me wherever I go if she’s determined?’ Her thoughts swirled, tangling in a kno
‘A good heart is the heaviest burden to bear.’ Kaylie recalled one of her grandpa’s statements, which she never understood its weight until she received the picture her husband’s driver sent to her. The photo that shattered her heart. In her hand was the picture that had been making tears flood out of her swollen eyes. A clear image of her husband and his unknown mistress, whom she was on her way to find out. “We’re there, ma.” The car parked, and she got out of the taxi. She dug her hand into her jacket pocket and fixed her eyes on the luxury gate of the mansion, which was certain her husband was inside with his mistress. She sniffed and wiped her face. “Calm down, Kaylie,” she said to herself in a whisper. She wiped her face and licked her lips before inhaling deeply and exhaling softly, stopping the tears. “Remember why you’re here.” Without waiting for another second, she put her phone in her pocket and paced to the gate. “You got this, okay?” Growing up with her adoptive
“You should stop now,” Kaylie told herself, giving herself reasons to stop crying. Her tears had been uncontrollable since she walked out of the mansion until she entered the taxi that had been on the road for over an hour, heading to her family’s home- the place where someone who hated her most and never hid it lived. Had it been there was another place to go, her family home wouldn’t have been an option. She had no friends because Emily, her mother, forbade it. There was no family. She was still a baby when they adopted her from the orphanage home, but to date, the purpose of her adoption wasn’t clear. It could have been because they were yet to conceive, but it was just a few months after their wedding. “Never compete with my daughter. I took you in and to repay my generosity, you must serve my daughter your whole life!” Her mother constantly reminded her she had no place in the family, and the only chance she would get in the world was to serve her daughter. “What’s my purpose
A few days later. * “Where are you coming from?” Wendy asked as Kaylie entered the parlor, her right leg crossed on the left with her arms folded on her chest. Kaylie sighed and closed the door behind her. She didn’t interact and wouldn’t have stepped out of her room if not for Jaxon she was searching for and, since she didn’t want to get into an argument, she ignored her, heading to her room. Wendy stood and rushed to her front. “Why are you getting worse every day?” She challenged. She exhaled softly, her hand placed on her chest. “The thought of not having to tolerate you for a longer time makes me so happy.” Kaylie furrowed her face, unclear. “What do you mean?” Wendy giggled. “Don’t be in a hurry; you’ll figure it out soon,” she said. She returned to the sofa and sat, staring at Kaylie’s face, her lips tinted with a smile. “Congratulations in advance, big sis.” Kaylie withered her forehead, confused, her eyes fixed on Wendy, who was no longer looking at her. She was confus
Kaylie was nervous. A part of her told her she had made a wrong decision that could destroy her, while the flustered part that signed the agreement kept pushing her. However, it was too late to have second thoughts–she was already in the car the Garcias had sent to pick her up. She had been in the car for over an hour, on her way to a blind date with an heir of a conglomerate family who had once been the talk of the city but disappeared without any explanation from his family. As the car slowed, Kaylie knew they were getting closer to the venue. Her heart started pounding fast, and she fidgeted as the timid part of her took over. She clutched the left part of her chest and half-closed her eyes as she drew out a short, yet deep, breath. “Stay calm, Kaylie,” she whispered. “Remember, you have got to save Jaxon. Okay?” The car finally turned into the grand entrance, and Kaylie’s anxiety spiked. The driveway, lined with tall trees and immaculately manicured hedges, led to the luxuriou
“Stop trying, Mr. Man, you're green to me. I see a green flag from your head down to the toe, so for no reason, I'm walking out of here,” she declared. “And even if I later do, it will be out of my free will, not your nonchalant attitude. Okay?” Gage ground his teeth. Kaylie's attitude kept pissing him off. He wished there was something to vent his anger on, but since there was none, he turned it into a statement. “Fuck you!” Kaylie beamed. “Same to you.” She uttered. Gage fixed his reddened eyes on Kaylie, but he couldn't say anything, while Kaylie also looked away from him. After a few minutes, Kaylie felt bored, and knowing the silence wouldn't solve the problem, especially his grandfather's freedom, she started the conversation. “Why don't you calm yourself?” She spoke in an appeasing tone. “Being rude to me won't solve the problem here; finding a solution will do.” Gage withered his face. He found a little sense in her words, so he asked, “What solution?” “We-” she opened
“Wow!” Kaylie awed immediately as the ironed crafted gate opened, and she sighted the grand mansion before her- the Garcia family’s residence. The mansion was popular, but the majority could only imagine and picture its appearance in their minds through the expensive gate. Kaylie looked around and joggled her head as the luxurious car sent over to pick her up glided up the winding driveway. The mansion’s sleek modern facade gleamed with floor-to-ceiling windows, polished chrome accents, and creamy white stone. Lush greenery and manicured gardens around it provided a serene oasis amidst the luxurious surroundings. As the car stopped before the grand entrance, a liveried chauffeur with the Garcia family’s logo on his coat chest sprang to attention and opened the door with a flourish smile. Kaylie stepped out onto the driveway, her stilettos clicking on the polished stone. A maid came forward and bowed her head, her right hand on the left, positioning them on her stomach. “Good day,
-Later in the day-Elizabeth hesitated in the doorway, her head peeking into the parlor like a cautious whisper. The room was empty, and with a quiet resolve, she slipped inside, the door creaking softly shut behind her. For a moment, she stood frozen, her thoughts swirling in a silent debate. Then, with a deep breath, she steeled herself and took her first step forward, her determination warring with the doubts that lingered in her mind.As she reached the door to Kaylie’s room, her hand rose, hesitating in mid-air. The distance between her fingers and the door handle grew, a chasm of uncertainty yawning open. The doubts won out, and her hand faltered, hovering just out of reach.‘Should I really do this?’ She wondered, her brow furrowing as doubt etched across her face. ‘Should I just resign as a price I’ll have to pay for my mistakes?’‘If I do, can I really hide from the consequences? Won’t she find me wherever I go if she’s determined?’ Her thoughts swirled, tangling in a kno
Gage’s mind had been boiling in a rage since they left Director Rachel’s house. “That lady must pay!” He growled, his words echoing for the second time - first, as they exited Director Rachel’s compound, and now, as they waited for the Garcia main gate to swing open.As the gates creaked open, Richard’s foot hovered over the accelerator, ready to move forward. But Kaylie’s stopped voice halted him. “Wait,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto Gage’s as she turned to face him. “Gage, I need you to take a step back. Elizabeth’s actions were directed at me, not you. Can you let me handle it?”“But-” his lips parted to protest, but Kaylie's raised finger silenced him, its gentle gesture imbued with an unspoken authority that only she seemed to wield. He swallowed his words, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her to continue.“It’s connected to you, yes, but the device was planted on me,” Kaylie pointed out, her voice even and measured. “I’m asking you, please, to let me handle t
“Stop!” Vera’s voice echoed as she rushed out of Sadie’s room. “Don’t give her the money!” Vera’s authoritative tone brooked no argument, and Sadie’s hand hovered, frozen in mid-air, hesitated, unsure whether to hand the envelope to Elizabeth.Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her mouth agape as she stared at Vera. “What are you talking about?” She demanded, her words tumbling out in a rush. As Vera approached, Elizabeth’s gaze locked onto hers. “What do you mean, she shouldn’t give me the money?” Her voice rose, worry and frustration boiling over. “Why? Why shouldn’t she give me the money? Who are you to dictate?”Elizabeth reached out, her arm stretching toward Sadie, but Vera swiftly snatched the envelope. “What are you doing?!” Elizabeth’s voice escalated, her face twisted in frustration.Vera raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned slightly to one side. A discreet smile played on her lips as she gazed fiercely at Elizabeth. “Taking the money because you don’
“If we lose now, it’s over... the end of everything.”Kaylie’s gaze locked with Rachel’s, and she nodded slowly. “I know, Ma.” She agreed.Gage shifted forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on Rachel. “What’s the way forward now, Director?” He asked, waiting for her to break eye contact with Kaylie and meet his gaze. “We need a way forward. That old man is desperate.”Director Rachel nodded in agreement. “His actions shouldn’t surprise you. You know how he operates. This isn’t his first time, but it should be his last,”She paused, taking a deep breath—a rare moment of respite from the verbal sparring matches with Chairman Paul. “We need to win and make him regret his actions. This must be his last attempt to destroy either you or her,” she emphasized, her right index finger wagging twice. “If this continues or happens one more time, we can’t predict the consequences...”She drummed her fingers on her palm, concern etched on her face. “We need to cut off his options and clarify that he’
Richard parked in front of the house and rushed out, hurrying into the compound. The maids watched him, their eyes lingering on his retreating figure until he vanished behind the door.As soon as he closed the door, they exchanged knowing glances, their faces breaking into soft chuckles. “That’s how he’ll be running up and down…” one whispered, and the other scoffed, clapping her hands in amusement. “I hate him. The way he speaks, walks… everything about him. He’s no different from that silly lady, Vera…”The first maid shook her head, opposing her friend’s view. “No, he’s not like that. That’s why I have a crush on him. He’s gentle and looks amazing—even better than young Master Gage. Richard is just so perfect…”The second maid shot her a scornful look, her face twisted in disgust. “You can’t be serious.” She hissed, turning away.Her friend followed, calling out, “Wait! Did I say anything wrong?”Richard entered the parlor and hastened to Kaylie’s room. He knocked on the door, but
Gage’s voice echoed through the office as he kicked open the door with his foot. “What do you think you’re doing, old man?” He growled, striding into Chairman Paul’s office. His anger was palpable, and his voice rose with each step. “What’s going on here?!”Chairman Paul looked up from his laptop, his expression calm and collected. He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Gage’s face before returning to his work. His fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, a contrast to Gage’s agitation.Gage wheeled forward, his movements abrupt, and stopped just short of the chairman’s desk. “What are you doing?” He demanded, his voice laced with accusation.Chairman Paul ignored him, his focus fixed on the laptop screen as if Gage weren’t there.Gage took a step closer, his eyes blazing with intensity. “You don’t hear me, or you’re pretending not to?” He asked. Chairman Paul’s fingers paused, and he stared downward for a moment before snickering softly. He raised his gaze, his eyes lo
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Kaylie pushed open the door, her eyes landing on Chairman Paul, sitting on the sofa with a neutral expression, facing the entrance. With Sadie beside him, her legs crossed and hands folded across her chest, her right foot tapping out a slow rhythm. The creak of the door announced Kaylie’s arrival, and Sadie's gaze flicked up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tracked Kaylie’s approach.“Why have you decided to starve us?” Chairman Paul’s question hung in the air, his voice low and even. Though his eyes remained fixed on some point ahead.Kaylie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Hun?” She replied, her tone questioning.Chairman Paul’s gaze finally lifted to meet hers, his expression unchanging. “I’ve been informed you’ve forbidden the maids from preparing meals without your authorization.” He explained.“Yes, sir,” Kaylie confirmed, her face cast downward, bracing herself for a scolding. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with expectation. Kaylie sensed the chairman’s unspo
The car pulled over to the roadside, and Kaylie reached for a black scarf lying beside her. She unfolded and draped it over her head, adjusting it until it shrouded half her face.Her eyes darted around the surroundings, scanning for any signs of danger. Satisfied that it was safe, she slowly pushed open the door and hesitated for a moment before stepping out.She waited until the car drove away. Then, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her trousers. The screen was too dim, and she furrowed her brow in frustration until she cranked up the brightness.As she wanted to dial a number, a car horn blared from across the road. The horn continued to honk insistently, signaling for her to come over.She tucked her phone into the pocket and adjusted the veil to cover her face properly. After a cautious glance left and right, she crossed the road and approached the car. Before she could even knock on the door, the driver opened it, and she slid into the front seat.“Good afternoon,