All Chapters of Twice To The Altar : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jennifer took two steps backwards, her initial confidence had dwindled. She knew that look on Amelia Dinkins. It was going to be disastrous if it blew out of proportion.“Amelia, listen, I came here for Leonard and since he didn’t welcome me, I would just take my leave- quietly.”“Good idea.” Leonard shouted behind them.Amelia let out a deep sigh and turned away from Jennifer. Channeling her energy into dealing with a lowlife wench like Jennifer wasn’t worth it. She knew that all too well.“Leonard, I will see you later.”“No Amelia! Wait!”The words felt so useless as Amelia walked away without giving it a second chance. She hid her face as a tear threatened to fall. Two years ago, the trio had shared drinks, picnics and getaways.She had confided in Jennifer so much and seeing the mess her old friend was now, she wondered where exactly it all went wrong.A memory of that night surfaced in her mind. The night she had caught them- Leonard and Jennifer having sex. Someone had sent her

Drake staggered out of the bar, he held his car key in his hand and kept staring dreamily at it. He had always been a light drinker from onset so he avoids drinking at all but that day, he had to get it to stupor because that is the only thing that stands in the way of the eminent sorrow in his heart.He was about to walk out when he slammed his shoulder against a bony one. The lanky man that got brushed hurled insults at him but he was too drunk to take it to heart. He staggered towards his car that he had packed roughly by the roadside.“Get out of my way, idiot.”A cab man shouted as he almost ran into him. His cloth which was previously drenched in the rain was still soaked. He rushed forward towards his black car as if it was the only thing he could see not minding the traffic congestion he was causing.He finally got to his car just in time when someone twisted his arm behind his back.“Stay still, aren’t you trying to commit sucide few seconds ago?” One of the police men said s

“Why would you want to betray your son?”Freaking bastard! Mr Potter thought inwardly as he pulled out a cigar and lightened it up. The memory of Drake’s question haunted him. He noticed that there was one person in that family that almost didn’t fall for his trick.Even Charlotte Duke that had been in the underworld for such a long time still fell flat for his trickery. There was still a few weeks before the shareholder meeting at Infinity Clothier, all he needed was to tame that freaking family till then.A knock sounded at the door and one of his bodyguards walked in. He used sign language to describe something to him and Mr Potter responded swiftly,“Let him in.”Before he finished his statement, the door opened wide with a loud creaking noise and a tall figure stood in the doorway.“For a split second, I thought you sold me out…father.”“That’s rude Edward, you are blocking the free flow of air in my room.”Edward Crane took two steps towards Mr Potter. He fell on his knees and b

A large flowerpot that overwhelmed its delivery man was brought into the funeral hall. It wasn’t till another hour before the body would be incinerated. Jennifer had miraculously written a will of how she didn’t want her remains subjected to excessive autopsy but to cremate her and scatter her ashes to the wind.Amelia arrived at the funeral home, her long black strapless dress stopped at her knee length. She wore extremely elegant black shoes to fit in with the theme of the funeral. She was totally torn between feeling pity for her once dear friend Jennifer but the thought of their last encounter before her demise was enough to make her feel less remorseful.Drake had insisted that he was going to accompany her but Amelia refused vehemently, this wasn’t the best time to show off their clingy romantic relationship. She was certain Drake knew Leonard might be present at the funeral after all the trio had a history but he was totally wrong because Leonard Lang never showed up.His big b

“What!” Charlotte screamed behind them. The single word sliced through the funerary quiet, an intrusion far louder than any sob.Graham froze, the color draining from his face not in fear, but in the sickening certainty that his carefully constructed world had finally dissolved. He turned around, pulling Amelia with him. The movement was jerky, betraying the panic his eyes refused to show.Charlotte Duke stood in the marble archway, the black dress suddenly seeming less like mourning attire and more like a uniform of war. Her eyes, usually cool and calculating, were alight with a terrifying intensity. They settled instantly on Graham, bypassing Amelia entirely, seeing him only as the architect of her decade of pain.“Switched? My daughter?” Charlotte advanced slowly, each step echoing the hollow clang of inevitability. She didn’t look at Amelia for confirmation; Amelia’s words had been enough. She looked at Graham, demanding a confession only he could give.Helena emerged from the roo