Arthur was seated on the sofa, still trying to contact dawn. She still hasn't been answering any of his calls, or text. Arthur guessed it was because it was late and she was asleep so he stopped calling. 'How does Dawn know my mom?' Arthur thought to himself. The fact that she knew his mom, even though he never told her, made him suspicious."You're still awake?" Amber's voice startled Arthur. He raised his head to see Amber, walking down the stairs. "Yeah." Arthur replied, flashing a smile at her. Regretting the way he acted when he got home earlier. It was so unlike him to ignore people."Having a hard time sleeping?" Amber, took a seat next to Arthur. "I can't seem to fall asleep too." She grabbed the remote off the glass table and turned on the TV. Sitting back on the sofa, Amber looked at Arthur and she asked: "So what were you pissed about earlier?" Arthur's expression turned sad, he looked Amber in the eyes, "I just met Elena today." Arthur said. If he was being honest to hi

Stacey forgot her purse on the sofa she was currently seating on, so she decided to go back inside the Villa and get it. And when she stepped inside the living room, Arthur and Dawn were sitting on the sofa. Looked like they were talking about something, but since she was meters away she couldn't hear them. Seeing Stacey's face, Arthur's nostrils flared. "What do you want?" Arthur asked coldly. He couldn't believe Stacey walked back inside his Villa, even after he told her to never show her face here again. "Do you think you can come here and go whenever you want now?" Arthur's rude eyes were fixed on Stacey, as she walked toward him and Dawn.Nonetheless, Stacey smiled faintly. "I forgot my purse… Mr. Stark." She replied, not making eye contact with him. How did he get like this? He never spoke to her in this manner before. Guess those are his true colors. Guess he's always been a jerk. Stacey thought.She walked to the sofa where she was currently sitting, picked her purse up, tur

"I can't believe this….." Gwendolyn shouted in disbelief, anger visible in her eyes as she dialed Stacey's number. But everytime the call went straight to voicemail.With a sigh she turned and glared at everyone on the dining table sending chills down their spines, they all knew when the old lady was angry then everyone else got burned. Gwendolyn rested her cold gaze on Victoria. "Victoria, I gave you one job, just one job: to keep an eye on your daughter and you couldn't even do that!" Gwendolyn yelled, aggressively slamming her cellphone to the floor. "Mother in-law, I didn't know she would run away… and it's not my fault, why are you blaming me of all people?" Victoria replied angrily. She was just as angry as Gwendolyn was at the time.The whole family felt betrayed right now. They all trusted Stacey to marry Elijah, but she ran away. With no one to blame, Mrs. Gwendolyn took a deep breath to suppress her anger. And it helped. For sometime anyways. Because Everytime she thought a

Another day.Around 10 am. At El Paraiso hotel. In Jack Littleman's office. Lawrence was seated across from Mr. Jack Littleman. While Jack was seated on his office chair, typing something on his computer."Mr. Roth… how can I help you?" Jack Littleman asked, his eyes focused on the computer screen.Hesitantly, Lawrence opened his mouth. But he couldn't find the right way or words to ask what he wanted to ask. He didn't want Mr. Littleman to get suspicious, and ask why he was asking about Arthur.Closing his eyes, Lawrence somehow mustered up the courage. "That day I saved your granddaughter from getting hit by a motorcycle… and you told me that I should call you if I ever need anything." Lawrence reminded. He sighed silently and continued. "I need a favor." Said Lawrence, his eyes monitoring Jack's reaction.Jack raised his head, his eyes locking with Lawrence's, and he asked. "Yes, what can I do for you?" He smiled. He was very grateful, this man saved his granddaughter, so anythin

"So you mean you never had sex or got close in any type of way with your ex husband. Even though you slept in the same room with him?" Nicole was surprised. How does a married couple sleep and stay in the same room for two and a half years and not be able to touch each other?Taking a sip of her coffee, Stacey looked at her friend, shaking her head slightly. "Yep." Throwing her free hand in the air, Nicole replied. "Oh, I get it… an arranged marriage. And he was rich, but he was not able to please you?" Nicole said, her face forming a disgusted expression. "It was not that… ." Stacey replied, with a dejected look. She let out a sigh. Looking at her friend, she replied: "… I was forced… I didn't let him touch me for his safety, cause my damn family threatened to kill him if I ever let him touch me." Stacey replied, her voice getting sadder. She never had a chance to make love with her husband, all because her family didn't approve of him. "I loved that guy, and I still love him… I jus