Thrown Away

Liora’s POVMy tears hadn’t stopped when the door opened and Vivienne walked in with some male servants.‘What are you doing in my room, Vivienne?’ I stood up, wiping the tears from my face.‘I’m afraid this is no longer your room.’ Sir looked at the papers I held in my hand and smiled. ‘Seems your services are no longer needed here, wife.’I turned to see the men taking out my clothes and bags. ‘No, I can take out my things myself-‘‘There’s no time for begging. And I’m glad Sebastian finally came to his senses.’‘Vivienne, just tell them to stop,’ I tried to stop the men but they were larger than me.‘Hurry up and clear this place out,’ Vivienne ordered the men. ‘Bastian and I are going out for dinner tonight. I don’t want any distractions or unwanted baggage.’I watched in horror as the men took out everything I owned. The men were polite enough to escort me through the front entrance. Outside, the gates were open, and people were watching.Drivers, a few curious neighbors, and th

His Redemption

Sebastian’s POV‘He’s dead.’I looked up at my father. ‘Who?’ ‘George,’ my father replied with a nonchalance that was in full contrast to the news. ‘Doctor just called me. The surgery had complications; he just went into a coma.’My thoughts went immediately to Liora. Did she know already? She must be devastated. ‘So it’s confirmed he’s dead or…?’‘Not confirmed, but death is inevitable.’I went back to working on my computer. Dad had come to see me and, as it seems, deliver this news. ‘Do you know what this means?’ He asked me, leaning forward across the table.I glanced at him long enough to shake my head and return my focus to the computer. I wasn’t doing anything serious on it. I just couldn’t bring myself to look at him for long, especially now that he has that look on his face.‘Our plan is going perfectly as planned,’ he chuckled. ‘With the father almost out of the way, we’d finally have the company to ourselves. Of course, that deal with the daughter ended, but on the legal

The Night Her World Ends

Liora’s POVThe last time I saw him, he was sitting in that cursed wheelchair, staring at me with blank eyes that I wasn’t even sure he could recognize me somewhere in his mind.I had said goodbye, shedding tears on his stiff but alive body.Now I looked at my father, his eyes closed, not a single life within. Or without. Everything was gone; my father’s company, my father, my entire life as it seemed. I had let them take it all from me, without lifting a finger to stop them.I watched as the nurses performed post-mortem care for him, covering him up with the sheets; my stepmother’s voice wailed at the other side of the room.‘He was a good man, he was a good man,’ she cried out, the tears pouring from her eyes.But I knew those tears and I didn’t budge; they were fake, just like the times she had cried when she accused me of stealing from her or trying to murder her daughter in her sleep.Camille sat beside her, offering support to her mother, but her face spoke volumes that she wou

A Trap Of Hope

Liora’s POVBy the time night fell, I still had nowhere to go.I thought of calling Sebastian, wail and apologize and beg for his help. But something in me had already snapped the moment I left his house. Now that my father had died and alongside the charges the divorce was based on, Sebastian would now have full reins of the company.But I had already made up my mind; I wasn’t going back. So where would I go?Feeling tired, I sat on the bare ground by gate, raising my knees up to rest my head. Cars passed, people passed, but none of them paused to spare me a glance. It was almost as if I was invisible. And I liked it that way; the plethora of attention I had gotten these past days have been tiring for me.But I knew I couldn’t stay any longer here anymore. It would risk another embarrassing scenario from Helena. So I struggled to my feet and began walking. I didn’t have a destination yet, but I began heading to a diner that was not far from the house. Dad always took me and Camille

Camille’s Plan

Liora’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night. After minutes of lying on the floor in the dark, crying my eyes out, I willed myself to stop and find a way out. My first instinct was to call Sebastian and tell him I was in trouble, but the doubt that he would help me was overwhelming. Still I tried. I brought out my phone and tried to call him, but the call couldn’t go through. Then I realized why: there was no signal in this place. Of course Camille wouldn’t be so dumb to leave me alone with my phone is there wasn’t any signal. I just needed to find a way out. It was a house; there had to be a way out. Turning on my phone’s flashlight, I went found a table close by that had candles; as least one thing Camille hadn’t lied about.A wave of regret threatened to swarm over me again but I pushed it aside. Regrets could come later; I just needed to find a way out. I lit the candles and with the poor illumination, I scanned the place.There was nothing much here, and I scoured the nooks and cr

All Chapters of Bought for His Legacy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Thrown Away

His Redemption

The Night Her World Ends

A Trap Of Hope

Camille’s Plan