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"Grandfather! How could you ask me to do something like that?!" Zoe demanded viciously from the rigid man that was standing before her, almost choking on her words. Francis' words, which sounded like a cruel joke, hit her like a ton of bricks, and sent shockwaves of pain and disbelief through her entire being. She could not believe what he had just said. She couldn't comprehend the absurdity. "Are you being serious now, or are you just trying to pull my strings?" She asked him, her voice quivering with a mix of pain and disbelief as she gazed at the resolute expression of her grandfather. "It is best for you, and you know it. Swallow your pride and get back with him for great good, since it seems like he wants the same too. You wanted to attain unprecedented power, right? Then you sometimes have to hold hands with your enemies for a greater achievement. That is a compromise. That is how the business world works!" Francis spoke briskly with an impassive impression visibly etched
Three weeks later…… As the lady on the bed slowly blinked her eyes open, the world around her came into focus in a haze of confusion. The sterile white ceiling of the hospital room loomed overhead and flashed at her eyes, as the sounds of machines beeped endlessly in her ears, reminding her that she was still awake. A sense of disorientation washed over her as she tried hard to process what was going on, but a blockage continued to obscure her thoughts and memories, making it hard to figure out anything. As she tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness and weakness forced her back down onto the bed instantly. "Ms Zoe. You are awake," she heard someone say to her, as the figure approached her bedside with a kind smile and gentle eyes. With a confused glint dancing in her eyes which narrowed at the lady talking to her, and she wondered what the lady was talking about. But firstly, 'Who was she?' "Who are you, please?" She asked the nurse in confusion, trying to understand what was goin
It was still so bright on the morning of the weekend at the Meyers mansion, and things were rowdy and noisier than usual, which drew the attention of every member of the family. The workers were busy with their clinking and clanking as they set to work on the meticulous renovations that would transform the mansion, while other servants seemed to be scurrying about, carrying trunks and boxes as directed by Edward. All the boxes that were brought in were being moved to Malcolm's room as directed, making everyone in the mansion puzzled about what was going on. Especially the main members of the family that have not been informed about anything. "What is going on? Who is moving out or in?" Ivy, who was coming down from the side of her stairs, yawned tiredly as she came down to meet Audrey, looking around meticulously. "I said what is happening?" Ivy questioned again as she whispered into Audrey's ears from behind where she stood, making her jump in fear as the cold words blew into her
"What the heck is going on in this house? I think I am about to go crazy!" Ivy yelled frenziedly, as she held her head like her head tightly like her life depended on it, while trying to comprehend what they had just been told by Malcolm's secretary as his message. "Edward said that Malcolm is getting married to Zoe again, and that she's going through a medical situation that has wiped off the memories of people that had caused her trauma in her life, which includes us," Audrey repeated, just in case they didn't grasp it fully, just like she did. Rather than feeling crazily perplexed like the rest of the family, she was just intrigued by what was going on. She didn't even know how to express her emotions, amidst the craziness that everyone was displaying. "Did I say that I was too dumb to hear?!" Ivy lashed angrily at her. "And do you really want to believe the explanation they are giving for this absurdity?! And the part where she agreed to get married to him again, because it
"Who prepared this?!" Those words came flying at the dining table, and every activity was brought to a halt in an instant at the vicious questioning from the dignified lady that had come to join breakfast, making everyone terribly uncomfortable with her presence. "It is I, ma'am," the chef, who had prepared breakfast that morning, came running. "How did you prepare the lasgna?" Zoe questioned him sternly, her beautiful eyes staring at him intently with curiosity. Though the chef had not seen the lady who was questioning him before, he knew that she was someone not to be disrespected by even from her aura alone. "I added shrimps, beef, mozzarella …….""It doesn't suit my taste buds, and I hate the taste of the garlic that was used. Do you have farfalle or rotelle?" She asked him, as her eyes were raised to meet the chef's in query. "Eat whatever you are given and stop whining," Ivy's voice interjected into her discussion with irritation lacing her voice, as she cast upon Zoe a l
Gary was sitting silently at a five-star restaurant in a reserved spot, waiting patiently for Zoe, who had agreed to meet him minutes ago and was not yet around. She preferred to meet him outside the mansion for issues concerning the company, and discussion of whatever news her grandfather wanted to relay to her. Zoe left home shortly after the whole charade in the dining room, and left everyone aghast after striking Malcolm's cheeks after he kissed her. Nothing melted their brains and screamed danger more than when he kissed her right in everyone's presence, and the highlight of it all was when she slapped him. Though she knew hitting Malcolm in everyone's presence was out of it, she didn't even know why her hand worked on reflex and acted without asking her. Everyone thought they were out of their minds having witnessed the most scandalous news of the century, and it had every worker on their toes about what would happen next. Just a word, judging from a bad day, and all of them
In the opulent confines of Malcolm's luxurious room, silence hung heavy in the air like a shroud for many minutes, after he had arrived back from work and changed to comfortable clothes. Zoe sat in front of the huge dresser mirror showing her back to the room, as she applied the same facial cream she had been using for almost ten minutes. She gazed heavily at her reflection as her fingers idly traced the contours on her face, while constantly observing Malcolm's movements through the mirror. She had been thinking about a way to start a conversation ever since she watched him enter the room, but she didn't want to say anything after what happened between them in the morning. Though it barely encumbered her heart to say something about it, those ladies' words had her thinking nonstop about what he could truly do. "Umh. Malcolm," Zoe called, her tiny, low voice finding its way through the stifling atmosphere, and hitting Malcolm's ears like a breeze where he stood."Yes," he answered
Zoe was sitting on the rooftop of a classy top restaurant, gazing at the beautiful scenery below, as she basked in the beautiful serenity of the ambiance around her. It was barely lunchtime in the afternoon, and she was bored by herself, because she spent all morning working. She picked up her phone and called the number of the person she had saved as ‘first friend’ under her retrieved line, and the shock from the person that appeared to her after she texted her location was a little too much to bear at once. Standing right before her, grinning from ear to ear, was her secretary, Zara. ‘It was you?!’ Zoe exclaimed inwardly. “I have missed you very much,” Zara pouted so much, forgetting her professionalism, as she pulled Zoe into a hug after she offered a handshake first. ‘Crap. This lady was hugging her like she would snap her back,’ Zoe thought to herself, unable to breath properly, in the way Zara had embraced her so endearingly. “How are you, Zara?” Zoe returned the same ene