All Chapters of One night with Mr. Lancaster: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alice Winter is a consistent person in Matthew Lancaster's life.No, they weren't a couple, but they've been seeing each other since they were eighteen. Alice came from a prestigious family as well but the Winter's are not on the same level as the Lancasters. They're wealthy but not that wealthy. However, Alice and Matthew were always a pair--though they were never seen publicly together aside from the very few snaps the hardworking media people managed to take--it was highly assumed that the Winter lady would soon join the Lancaster family in the near future.An icon, that's who Alice is.She dominates the fashion world and she graces magazine covers and within hours after they land the shelves--they're sold out. Even the products she endorses were reported to boom in sales right after Alice Winter accidentally posts them on her social media account. She boasts a whopping 22 million followers globally and her platform is a favorite for brand endorsements given her wide reach and eng

Matthew glanced down at his phone lighting up in the center console of his car and sighed as Alice's name flashed on the screen. He was running late as it was, which he hated like crazy, but he knew for a fact that whatever she wanted, he would give in to. Alice just had a way of getting under his skin, even when she was being as infuriating as in the past months, and try as he might, he had no willpower when it came to her. Hitting his dash connected to his phone, her voice rang around the car's interior as soon as he pressed it. [Matthew? Are you there?” She was slurring badly, most likely drunk.His temper rose internally, his heart rate rising, and his muscles started to tense.“Yes, Alice. I’m here. Where are you this time?” He knew why she was calling, she needed picking up, and as he checked his dash for the time, he cursed quietly. His grandfather would be waiting for him, it was another twenty minutes to the mansion and he could guarantee Alice would be in the opposite dir

The antique grandfather clock stood majestically in the elegant living area of the Lancaster mansion. It's six o'clock but there's no Matthew in sight. Silas arrived with Ava Priestly three hours ago and she's in one of the many bedrooms waiting to be summoned.Gerald smirked, his fingers tapping on the arm of the vintage wooden chair that resembled a throne. "Where the hell is Matthew, Silas?"Silas just got off the phone and recalled how Matthew wanted him to handle everything because of an 'emergency', he knew he could not lie because Gerald could see through him. "He's with Alice, sir."A pause. It took the old man several seconds to compose himself and come up with an answer. "That woman is getting in my nerves, Silas. She came here today asking to see Matthew--no, she did not ask, she demanded and acted like she's the mistress of this mansion! She's rude and self-absorbed and my grandson couldn't see that?"All that Silas could do was to bite his inner lip in distraught. He and

Gerald was already seated at the dining table. Ava gasped at the luxurious setting, their house was not bad and she was raised comfortably but the Lancaster dinner literally meant a banquet. Ava was in awe--in fact, that was what she was doing from the moment she set foot at the mansion.Silas coughed to pull her back to reality, "Miss Priestly?"Ava was instanly aware of the situation and continued with her steps. "Oh, I am so sorry...this place is just so lovely. It reminds me of castles in movies, sir.""It is," Gerald beamed. "Sit, Ava. And please drop the sir. I believe you know why you are here and you know the relationship we will soon have?"Her eyes grew wide, full of curiousity, "about that, yes. I was told. However, the definition of 'relationship' was vague. I was hoping Matthew could shed some light on my confusion." She queried respectfully, and Gerald was impressed. He honestly thought that the woman his grandson took home would be someone who'd be instantly blinded by

"No, no, no!" Beatriz rushed to her bedroom. Slammed the door shut and unleashed her frustration. "Ava! You b*tch! All this years and you still manage to get the best life can offer! You witch!"She screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring about the other people who might hear her tantrums. Every staff at the Priestly household has gotten used to her screaming whenever she doesn't get her way. Unhappy about her screaming, she ripped the comforter from her bed and threw the pillows against the wall. She needed an outlet for her rage.After a full hour of throwing and screaming, she grabbed her laptop and sat on the corner. Her entire room looked like a cyclone had destroyed everything but that's the least of her concern. Helga didn't check on her like she always does--her mother is preoccupied with her own issues as of now. Mr. Walton stayed ten minutes after exchanging a quiet debate with her mother.She knew that if the man wasn't repaid--it might be her. She will take Ava's plac