All Chapters of Terms and Conditions : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MAYI was washing out the tear stains off my face when the bathroom door opened, and someone walked in. I did not need to look in the mirror to know it was Lucille. Her perfume had a certain signature that couldn’t be missed.It hurt my pride a little bit that she got to see me like this. I could not help but feel she would relish this. I could not even hate her for it. So I just made up my mind to ignore her presence while I took time to get my act together so I could leave.Considering the remnants of my makeup were already ruined, I decided the best thing to do was wash it all off. I looked at the mirror, my attention fixated on my reflection, even if I could see Lucille Hall fixing up her lipstick. I hoped she would pretend she did not see me at my worst. The raw emotions still consumed me even if I had stopped crying. So I really hoped she would take the hint and let it be. She could laugh behind my back for all I cared. Not just here.But apparently, Lucille was not the kind of

EDMONDSarah, my personal assistant of over five years, knew me well enough to understand the dynamics of my family. Even though she had never directly witnessed our interactions, she could gauge my emotions when it came to them. The look she gave me as she approached spoke volumes, confirming my suspicions. So, it was no surprise to see my father standing in the hallway that led inside the venue. His path was obstructed by security personnel, and the intensity of his gaze indicated his frustration. My mother stood beside him, her presence likely preventing him from unleashing his wrath upon the security team. He might have been on the brink of asserting his influence as a prominent figure in the corporate world, warning them of potential consequences, but something seemed to be holding him back, even if it painted his cheeks a tomato-red hue. It was clear that my mother's presence was acting as a buffer.As I observed the scene, a question lingered in my mind: why were they here?I d

MAYAmidst the swirling currents of laughter, music, and clinking glasses, I felt his presence before he even reached me.“Hey,” Edmond, closed the distance between us with a smile that radiated a warmth so genuine it was contagious. I couldn’t help but mirror that smile as he wrapped his arms around me in a hug that felt like home. “Did you miss me?”His embrace was a sanctuary, a place where the outside world faded away, and all that remained was the two of us, entwined in this moment. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, and I took it in like it was life itself. “Do not flatter yourself, I had champagne.”“I am better than wine.”I could not quite place what it was. But Edmond seemed happy. I did not expect him to be in such a mood after crossing paths with his father. While it was tempting to ask, I had to be slippery about it.“Did you win the lottery or something?” I teased, pulling back slightly to peer into his eyes. The joy that danced within those dark depths was infectiou

MAYEdmond looked at me as if he were contemplating what to say. I knew he would not lie to me. But his pause was unsettling.“Is it that bad?” I broke the silence. “You don’t have to say it if you are not comfortable-”“No!” Edmond cut in. “Snuggle asked me to fix my relationship with Lucille. That is all there is to it.”Now I was the one who was uncomfortable. Snuggle only gave us tasks that were meant to hurt us. It was everything the Trial and Tribulations prestige feature was about. Why would mending his relationship with Lucille be a trial or a tribulation? His pause before made goosebumps crawl over my skin, and I was reminded of their interaction the night before.“May?” Edmond snapped his fingers at my face to bring me back to reality. “Are you alright?” He asked. “You seemed a little lost.”I knew it was smart to shut up. But we promised ourselves honesty. Plus, it was difficult keeping these sorts of things to myself. It was going to eat at me all day, and I could not have

April Wolfe got back from the Ivy Estates party, a changed woman. Maybe it was the fact that was becoming painfully obvious that her daughter might actually despise her or the fact that she could not comprehend why that would be the case. She had done everything for May after her husband had abandoned her.April did not let herself fall apart as society would expect. Rising like a burned-down phoenix would be the appropriate term to use. April used her pain as a learning experience. She came out stronger and ensured her daughter wouldn’t feel his absence.April worked hard. Harder than most men she knew to ensure that May was comfortable. She swore not to raise a degenerate. May would be nothing like the man who had a hand in making her.As she poured herself a cup of black hot coffee, April looked back over the years. A smile made its way to her mouth as she brought the steaming hot cup close to her lips and took a sip. She would say she did a pretty good job raising May. The girl ha