All Chapters of Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Jonathan Wayne Ellington.Husband. Father. Brother. Friend.(1963-2023)May his lovely soul rest in peace.Arrangements for the burial fell to Wren, as the heir and the executor named in documents. Omar, who had been Jonathan’s right hand for thirty years, was also by Wren's side to help. He was in his father figure shoes now more than ever.A Venue was chosen. Attendees were invited, both friend and foe.Anthonia, the wife, also wrapped herself around every single process, always having one thing or the other to complain about Wren and how she was handling the event.“You’re welcome to attend and to grieve in your own way. But for this one day, for his sake, I’m asking you to pretend to be cordial. Can you at least do that?” Wren snapped at Anthonia.“You have no right to ask me for anything,” Anthonia hissed.“Good. Then I don't have to warn you a second time,” Wren said and hung up the call.“Such an insolent girl,” Anthonia sneered at the phone.The burial was held at a private fa

Just as agreed upon, Felix started work the next day; handed his employee card by Julianne. When last had he used an employee card? That was back when he still used to work for Maria…before he married Wren.He was directed to a desk workstation, which was between some other young workers. He got stares, which he noticed but ignored, and he made no eye contact with anyone.And on his desk was a stack of five banker’s boxes and a sticky note on top of one of the boxes with Julianne’s handwriting:“Chairwoman Ellington’s 2022-2023 correspondence. Please categorize by sender, topic, and urgency. Then digitally scan when it's complete.”It was busywork for sure. Plus he was being asked to do intern work. Felix knew that the correspondence Julianne asked him to attend to, must have already been digitized somewhere. But they were giving him manual labor to occupy his hands and humiliate his mind.He took off his jacket, hung it on the back of his chair, and started work anyway.At 9:15, anot

The name of the gallery Simone worked at was called Aperture.She has been working there for a little over two weeks as the Gallery Coordinator, which meant she managed the calendar, liaised with the six artists the gallery represented, wrote copy for the website, and, three days a week, manned the desk at the entrance. The pay was quite a fraction of what she used to get as monthly allowance from her trust fund. But she still diligently worked anyway.Her coworker, Maya, was a willowy woman with ink-stained fingers and a collection of oversized cardigans. She had a master’s in Art History from a public university. Maya had no idea about the Morells, or their scandal and she has only hired Simone based on the fact that she showed competence during her interview.“Do you think the cobalt piece in the back reads as too confrontational next to the wheatpaste series?” Maya asked one quiet Tuesday afternoon, frowning at the far wall.Simone looked up from her computer. “I think the confron

The instant Felix sat in his car, he got a call from an unknown number. Lately, paranoia was his new normal. It could be a reporter trying to get a hold of him for some cheap exclusive. How did they always manage to get their hands on his contact no matter how many times he changed it?“Hello?”“Do you want to get your company back?”Felix was immediately taken back by the sudden question.“Who is this?”“Do you want to get your company back?” the person repeated.“Of course I want to get my company back,” Felix snapped in irritation. “What kind of a question is that? Who are you?”“Well, we can help you ““Help me how?”“You should come meet us at the address we’ll send. Come whenever you’re ready to talk.” Then the line went dead.Felix stared at the screen of the phone in awe. His heart was also beating very fast

The GPS voice was calm and robotic in the quiet car. Felix followed the directions, turning off the main highway to smaller and smaller roads with no signs. Agnes’s message was still on his phone in the passenger seat: 5 o’clock is the time, don’t be late. He wasn’t going there. He was here instead.This was risky. Stupid, even. Felix knew that. He could be driving right into a trap Wren set up. Or he could walk into a room full of people with cameras, ready to humiliate him on a livestream.Or (and this was the thought keeping his hands steady on the wheel), it could be real.This unknown caller might be someone who actually wanted to help. But this was even scarier, because if they wanted to help Felix, they’d want something back in return, and it might be something bigger than a company he didn’t even own anymore.The lawyer Agnes found was the safe, logical option. Wasn't it better to fight with paperwork and legal cases?