Zoe's heart skipped a beat for a few seconds as soon as her eyes came in contact with the metallic, cold safe staring at her, she stretched her hand slowly to touch its imposing edges, only for it to beep out and display a digital keypad, the numbers faintly illuminated.She took a moment to think through her mind about the most possible combinations, which included the birthdays, anniversaries, and significant dates of the family members that she could think of. The ones she had dutifully learned after losing her memory. She tried Irina's birthday first, but it was with an instant denial as the lock blinked a red light, indicating that it was a wrong code. Then she moved next to Isla's own, then Ivy's, and Malcolm's, and tried everything she could think of, but it was the same. Even if she knew that Irina would definitely not use combinations as predictable as anything regarding her family, Zoe still wanted to give it a shot, considering that the six-digit code gave a hint that it
The mansion's private kitchen was filled with the aroma of perfectly made sauces, sizzling meat on a table-sized griller, and catfish being toasted in the oven, everything coming together to make one's mouth water. Zoe stood in front of one of the kitchen countertops as she carefully poured the finely chopped cabbage in a bowl into the pot of stew she was making, while Audrey, who was standing beside her stirred calmly as she was taught, her heart leaping with joy to see that she was doing something well. However, she didn't notice how absent-minded Zoe had been since she joined her in the kitchen, because she had been too engrossed in her joy of making so many improvements in cooking, to notice the anxiety that was etched upon her company's face. Zoe's head had been a mess ever since she entered the kitchen because she promised to teach Audrey before she started work again, and her thoughts kept drifting back to the unsettling discovery she had made just minutes earlier which she
Zoe was left conflicted after the discussion she had with Audrey in the kitchen, as she made her way into her car, ready to drive out. She was trying to be careful as much as possible so that it would not portray that she was just friends with Audrey because she wanted to get information from her, but deep curiosity had been seared into her that backing off would be very difficult for her. The engine of her car roared to life as she pulled out of the mansion's driveway with her heart burdened and heavy, as she pulled her phone out of her handbag and sent a brief email to Zara instantly. She and her secretary had only communicated via email ever since their last physical encounter, and it was almost a disappointment that the lady was quite clueless about getting the quick, impossible information that Gary could. However, she hoped that Zara would be of use this time. Zoe's eyes constantly darted to the front mirror, then to the side mirrors of her car, scanning for any sign of trail
Malcolm had been so bothered about Zoe ever since he traveled out of the country for business a day after the party they both went to, because she had not been picking up his calls and merely replied to his messages with curt words that portrayed her unwillingness to continue the conversation. Her responses had been almost dismissive over the past few days, and it gnawed at him more than he cared to admit.He didn't know what she had done to make him so soft and expectant, but he knew that he wanted to see her and know what she had been thinking after his sudden confession and action at the party. ‘Had she been avoiding him because of that?’ He pondered wearily as he looked so bothered, as he prepared to return home from his business trip as excitement warred with nervousness in his heart.He had been so eager to see her that he asked Edward to compress his schedule from the initially planned five days into three, so that he would be able to see her as soon as possible. Though he ha
Malcolm made his way into his mansion as soon as he arrived and Edward had left with the car, his heart pounding with anxiety even if he maintained a high level of composure, waiting to see Zoe's face, having pictured the type of facial expression she would have waiting for him. The grand doors to his mansion swung open before he got to the front of the door, and Cordelia, the new head maid, stood there already with her usual calm demeanor, her head bowed in respect as well as the others, who were in the same position. “Welcome home, Mr. Meyer,” she greeted, her ever-curious eyes darting to the bouquet he had in his hand, wondering what it was for, as she had to give a detailed report to Irina if she was to include the information about the flowers too. “Would you like anything, sir?” A subtle smile that was not evident curved her lips, hoping that he would ask for anything to at least be done for him. “Not at all,” his voice was sharp and curt. Malcolm just stalked past as usual
Zoe could not even wait to discuss meeting her old alums from college with her grandfather, before she excused herself from his house before she would lash out at him, and cause more problems for herself. She had just gone on a blind date to let sleeping dogs lie since she refused his offer to come home. ‘But, getting married to a disgusting man like Marcel? That was the height of it. She just couldn't take it!’ She knew there was no way she would be able to develop her bond with the only family she had left, because he was way too rigid and unreasonable, trying to force her into doing things she didn't like. He was like a perfectionist while expecting the same of her, and never failed to remind her that he was the reason she had a reputable life now. That she owed all her wealth and fame to him. ‘Was that how he treated her when she had not lost her memories yet? Controlling her? How was she even able to live with him?’ Zoe scoffed in anger as she stormed out of his house angrily,
Zoe stepped out of her sleek black car in the underground parking lot of the Meyer mansion, already dressed in a white shirt that was neatly tucked into black custom-made pants, and complemented with a luxurious black waistcoat. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway of the mansion since it was six at dawn, even if she could already hear the endless buzzing of the maids, cleaning every corner in the house as usual, with probably something musing to talk about while time passed. Her mind and head were stormed with choking thoughts and emotions because of so many questions she needed answers to, which had been amplified by the unsettling visit to her grandfather’s house and the strange woman too. She had promised herself not to overthink or worry about useless things, but it seemed as if she could not help but grasp her thoughts at every moment she realized that her world was too dark without any light of truth. She had spent the night at a private bar and tried to drown her anx
Zoe stepped out of her sleek red car that pulled in front of ANCLAIR imposing building, as the morning sun radiated against its polished surface and cast an eye-blinding reflection to those who cared to look. She stood like a regal figure as soon as she was greeted by the employees who were waiting outside to welcome her already, her impeccable three-piece, exuding sophistication and timeless elegance. As she proceeded through the revolving door into the lobby which was full of the usual busy activities of the morning, behind her was Gary, in his perfect suit, and the others, walking behind her like an army. Hush fell into the room the moment she sauntered past the marbled-floor lobby, the click of her heels echoing in the silence, as employees paused mid-conversation, their eyes widening as they caught sight of the daunting lady who was making her way into the elevator. As the doors of the elevator slid open with a soft chime, Zoe stepped inside together with Gary and the doors