Wednesday Thornhill Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POV The morning air in the upscale Victoria Island restaurant was thick with the scent of roasted coffee, baked pastries and the cloying, Jasmine- vanilla notes of Ada’s perfume. They sat at a reserved corner table, the kind of spot designed for discreet lunches or meetings, but today it felt like an interrogation room draped in white linen.

All of it… over. It felt like a miracle. A real one. "Who… who are they?" I finally asked. "The Thorne Foundation? Why would they do this?" "I don't know!" Mrs. Byrne said, throwing her hands up. "The woman on the phone just said they 'like to help the community' and that 'someone told them about Havencrest. Maybe someone we helped? A long time ago? Someone who did well?" She hugged me tight. "It doesn't matter why, my dear. It just matters that it's here. God heard us."

Chapter 1 It was Saturday, 11th May 2019, eleven forty-six in the morning, when Joe Thomas and his wife Cynthia stopped their Nissan NV 350 minibus in front of the wrought iron gates of Thomas Gardens. Joe had picked up the keys to the family estate from his uncle Samuel three days ago.

Then my assistant called again, this time through the intercom. I picked up. “Hello?” “Sir, a man named Thornhill is here to see you.” I dropped my pen. Thornhill. The lawyer who had presided over Kim's grandmother's estate reading just two days ago. The same man whose hands visibly trembled when I subtly called out the tampered section of the will. The same man who sent two thugs to follow Kim and I, trying to intimidate us into accepting whatever nonsense he presented as Kim's grandmother's will. My jaw tightened.

I saw Ackleth Mason for the first time during the new year orientation week held by the school management. While in other schools, the first week of resumption was for students to catch up on everything that missed during the break, circulate the latest gists and rumours, flaunt the new gears and wears they got over the breaks and also participate in cleaning the school environment, In Brixden, the orientation was an old tradition and the first week of resumption was always packed with lots of activities ranging from commissioning of new projects by the alumni association to sorting of class schedules.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Thornhill, insisting she had nowhere else to go. "I’ll get you an apartment," Mr. Thornhill offered gently. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I want to be here. I feel safe here." "You're not staying here," he snapped before storming off. And so the tension continued for three weeks. Morgan, always on edge. Farrow, trying her best to get his approval. And me, stuck in the middle. I tried to focus on the good things. My due date was getting closer. Morgan and I went to every doctor’s appointment together. He was getting the nursery ready, carefully picking out every detail. It should have been a happy time.

He grinned at me, pulling out his cardholder and offering me a visiting card. I accepted it and checked the details. Cayden Thornhill Business Development Manager Thornhill Digital 145E Main Street, Rochester, NY 14604. “Impressive! Do you think I’ll get through? I have no work experience.” I looked up at him with hope. I had approached Damien, but he was more interested in Everly. I couldn’t wait forever. My reserves would be over if I didn’t earn soon. “Leave it to me. I’ll take you to my office after the classes.”

But she knew one thing for sure: The heart beneath the thorn was bleeding. And this was only the beginning.