His eyes narrowed, then that deep expression of anger and irritation crawled in.Mallory was befogged. Why was Wilder in that mood?She looked at Ronan and found him equally angry. Both men looked like they'd be throwing punches at each other if they were locked up in a room."Hey," Ronan cocked his head. "Long time no see."Wilder glared without uttering a word. Slowly, he shifted his gaze to Mallory."How're you associated with someone like him, Miss Harrington?" His voice held irritation, it caused Mallory's brows to crease."She's actually my woman." Ronan put his hand around her waist, screaming dominance.Mallory stiffened instantly, her heart beating loudly in her chest. What in God's name?!Guiltily, she looked at Wilder and saw hate in his eyes."Your woman?" He scoffed and nodded. "It's ironic, isn't it? The good ones always meet the bad ones. Or perhaps, she isn't the good one."Mallory nearly gasped at his words. No No No. How could Wilder even say that to her face?Ronan
Mallory managed to fix her hair just before she got into the cab with the kids. She dropped them off at school, then proceeded to the company. The whole time, it had taken her a lot of effort not to shed a tear.She hated Isla for her words that morning. But she wondered if she was feeling so bad because most of them were true. Maybe she really was badluck to the family. Her parents died because of her. For years, Mallory had tried to bury the painful memory of how unfortunate her life had been. How difficult it had been. When she got to the company, she had to force back the tears that rimmed her eyes. She got to her floor and hurried pass their Chloe's station, not being in the mood to laugh with any of them. On her desk, she rested her head and remained that way until she heard footsteps. She lifted her head to find Wilder coming forth, with a man behind him holding his briefcase. In that fleeting moment, the chaos within her stilled. A sense of serenity washed over her, suffus
Mallory assisted Wilder with all he had to do for the day. But it was extremely sad for her that he barely looked her way. She could feel it. He was mad at her. When it was time for her kids to leave school, Mallory hated the fact that she had to call Ronan for help. Her workplace was very far from her kids' school. And since it was still work hours, it was against the rules for her to leave the company. She had no other person to call for help except Ronan who was a boss of his own and could easily send someone off to pick them. When she called and told him, he was glad to help. She knew he'd be. Seated on her desk, she stared at Wilder from the transparent glass. She wondered what his reaction would be if he got to learn of the kids. Would he accept them? Perhaps, he'd go to pick them up from school himself. She closed her eyes and fantasized on how perfect her family would be with Wilder. Hopefully, it becomes a reality. She was going to wait for Amy's feedback before acting o
"What were you saying?" Wilder asked, getting rid of the distraction. Mallory swallowed tersely around the lump in her throat. "Um... I was just... I mean, I wanted to ask if I should include any of the current amendments in your speech." She was so thankful her voice didn't make a crack by the time she finished."You can." He replied. "Okay, sir." Mallory dropped the call as quickly as she could. She didn't know how shs was still breathing, because her lungs felt like they'd stopped working. She took a very deep breath and a moment to calm herself. Then, she forced herself back to work. ....Although Mallory had become hurt and weak, and had to force herself to finish with the speech. As soon as she was done, she retired to the room where her kids were sound asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and with a wistful smile, watched as they slept peacefully. It hadn't been easy having to bring them up without their father. Two years ago, it had been even more complicated as Cas
Mallory felt like beating herself up.For years, she'd done a good job hiding the pictures from them. How could she be so careless in one night? She had been too overwhelmed the previous night, she didn't realize when she slept off holding them to her chest. How were the kids up before her?She perked up and grabbed the pictures from them. Pain squeezed her heart as she gazed at the pictures.Not knowing what to say, she stood up and went over to the locker to put them away."Mum?" Lyra called."It's... it's nothing. Alright? He's just an old friend of mummy," she forced the words out, lowering her gaze to the floor.An awkward silence stretched between them."Come on, why don't you go in and get your teeth brushed? I'll just hurry to the kitchen." She led them into the bathroom.Al
"Hey," she propped her hands on the table, titling towards Mallory. "You're...?""Miss Harrington," Mallory tried to keep a neutral face as she answered. Did she do something wrong?"No. I meant your first name." Kreeya smiled. Although, the smile looked as fake as a puppet's grin, it got Mallory confused she'd even bother. "Oh. It's... It's Mallory." "I see. How's the job going, Mallory?" The conversation was too unreal, Mallory couldn't conceal the amusement on her face.Kreeya was a mean bossy lady. She had no reason to be kind to Mallory. "Work's going just fine, ma'am. Thanks." She answered, anyway, her gaze beginning to fall. "Oh, it's nothing." She reached for a pen and paper from the table and scribbled down some numbers on it. "I'd really want us to be cool, Mallory. So... what do you think about chatting me up sometime? Let's say... when you have something interesting to tell me? I could be really generous."Right then, her intentions became clear to Mallory. She h
"You really thought I couldn't hear you?" Wilder sighed. "Don't waste my time, Miss Harrington." There was a tinge of impatience in his voice. Mallory anxiously took the card from him, her heart beating louder than the clacking sounds of his shoes and that of the guards combined. Her tongue was tied, and coupled with how fast he walked, she didn't get the chance to thank him. She stood aghast for some seconds, watching him vanish. Her gaze fell to the card which seemed too heavy in her hands. How could he trust her with his card? How did he even overhear her when she'd been whispering?Suddenly, she scoffed when she remembered. Wilder had always been able to overhear her even when she was whispering. She had always pulled his ears for it. She didn't know how it happened, but he'd said her voice had always been too clear to him, even when it wasn't to others. He'd known her that much...Tears rimmed her eyes as she recalled all of it - those times he'd run away from her because he
Sybil Worthington. She reclined in her deluxe dressing room, a crystal glass of deep red wine in her hand as she watched the maid parade a selection of dresses before her for her observation.She was clad in a soft, oversized knit sweater and leggings and had her hair neatly gathered in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her makeup had been wiped off the moment she got home from work. And even without it, she was gorgeous. She had hundreds of designer dresses in her closet. Yet, as the maid showed each dress to her, she began to wonder if she really had enough. It was getting boring. She grunted as she dropped the glass on the floor and stood up. "Don't worry. I'll just order something from Deplexe and have them deliver it to me by morning." She said to the maid before going out of the closet. The maid was bewildered. The young madame had dresses that were too good to be real. How was it she wasn't seeing any to wear yet?Well, Sybil wanted the best for the gala she had to atte