“Sign them. Now!” He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. “You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?” **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren’t enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor’s one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.
View MoreZeke's POV Exiting the Manor mansion, I noticed Ellen trailing shamelessly behind me with a few servants holding her luggage and bringing them with her.I quickened my pace and Mr Rogers stood to open the car for me. I entered and shut the door angrily, but before we moved Ellen walked up to the car and tapped on the window.“If the doors are all closed, how the hell am I supposed to get in?” She demanded."Get lost," I snapped, my voice dripping with contempt.“Is it not only right I join you home as your responsibility now?” Ellen persisted."If you know what's good for you, you'll stay as far away from me as possible," I retorted, my patience wearing thin. “Let's go,” I instructed Mr Rogers with a heavy sigh.As the car ignition was turned on, I turned over at Ellen, casting a disdainful glance toward her as she reluctantly retreated to her own vehicle.The drive home was silent and felt like the longest I had embarked on in a while. I needed some time to process things. We soon
Ellen’s POV Sitting in the parlor with Zeke and my father, the tension in the air was suffocating. I tried to keep my composure, but my mind kept drifting back to the moments leading up to this assembly. A few hours earlier, Mr. Finley had called, informing us that Zeke was on his way over. The news had sent a shiver of anticipation through me.After we had informed Mr Finley yesterday to call Zeke, we had waited in anticipation of the next day when his reply was to come in. That day was today.I had already selected a nice outfit in preparation for his coming. After Mr Finley relayed the information, I retreated to my room. I needed time to think, to prepare. I ran a bath and let the warm water soothe my nerves, my mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen.After drying off, I slipped into my favorite sexy blouse and skirt, a black silk number that clung to my curves in all the right places. I looked in the mirror and being satisfied with my appearance, I headed downst
Zeke's POVMy heart skipped a beat at the mention of Ellen's name, and my mind instantly flooded with memories of the day before.I knew Ellen would do something fishy with that crap of a story, but I did not expect her to do so immediately. I can not be distracted at such a time as this.I needed to sort everything, so I could find a way to make amends with Kamille. She had to suffer this much before I realized how much she meant to me. I blinked my frustration away and waited for Mr Rogers to finish the call, he was on.Mr Rogers maintained his composure, his expression carefully neutral as he listened to Mr. Finley's request. When the call ended, he turned to me, his brow furrowed in thought."What the hell do they want now?" I muttered under my breath, my brow furrowing in annoyance."It's concerning Ms. Ellen Manor," Rogers replied, his tone grave. "It seems Mr. Reymond Manor wishes to speak with you," Rogers began, his voice measured. "He's requesting your presence at the Manor
Zeke's POVI sat at my desk at the office with Mr Rogers standing opposite me. The weight of recent events hung heavy on my mind, the attack on the kids became a constant source of worry and anger. I turned to Mr Rogers, my voice edged with urgency as I sought an update on the investigation."Mr Rogers, what have we found so far regarding the men who attacked my children on their way to school? Has there been any new update?" I asked.“Yes, Mr Reid,” Mr Rogers nodded solemnly, reaching for a tablet to pull up the latest information. The screen illuminated with the recorded footage from a dashcam, showing the fleeting glimpse of the attackers' vehicle. My jaw clenched as I watched, frustration bubbling within me."We got the plate number of the car," Mr Rogers explained. "But when we ran a check, the plate number didn't exist."My brows furrowed in annoyance. How could they have disappeared so completely, leaving behind no trace? "How is that possible?" I demanded, my voice tight wit
Ellen’s POV Staring at Kamille left my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and shock. My hands gripped at my phone and purse tightly, leaving my knuckles white from the pressure.I needed to be really sure it was Kamille and not me running mad from imagination. I dropped my purse and took a few photographs of Kamille and Belle together on her front porch.“Let's go,” I instructed the driver. “I have thought you would never request that,” He replied and we drove off.The image of Kamille, standing there on her front porch, played over and over in my mind like a relentless, surreal loop. How could she be alive? How could she have hidden from us for so long? How the hell did we miss this?I barely registered the familiar sights of the city as the car sped towards our mansion. My thoughts were consumed by questions and emotions. My heart raced a mixture of anger, confusion, and an unexpected twinge of relief. At least I was not dead or mad, to be seeing Kamille in broad daylight. The world
Ellen’s POV I stared at my father’s saddened face, and I sighed. "Don’t worry Father, I'll do everything in my power to ensure we regain what we've lost," I spoke to my father earnestly. He nodded, his expression a mix of pride and trust. "I trust you, Ellen," he said, his voice filled with confidence. I smiled. I looked forward to this day for a long time and with Liz not in the picture, it was easy to get my father’s attention. With determination coursing through me, I vowed to fulfill my father's trust and restore our family's legacy. "By the way, who's this investor you've been meeting with so frequently?" I inquired, curiosity piqued. My father's expression tightened momentarily before he responded, "The investor prefers to remain anonymous for now, but we communicate through a representative." I did not really care who the investor was. All that mattered was that we were going to land a major deal. "Alright, Dad, I'll catch you later," I said, rising from my seat.My fathe
Ellen’s POV After they adopted the child, Grandma Monica took over the business from him. She disregarded all his efforts and ran it by herself. She always made them give extra care and attention to her despite having his own family to take care of.Grandma Monica had doted on this adopted daughter more than she did on Liz, Gabriel, and myself. Close to her death bed, my father heard from his intel in the legal department that Grandma Monica had plans of giving everything to this unknown child, whose parents they knew nothing about.Grandma Monica had cancer which led to her death, so my father asked those people at the hospital to help include dementia in her report, just in case she wanted to act funny and she did. “So while she was saintly to almost everyone, she was evil to me and turned me into the beast I am today.”Father sighed, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.*************Zeke’s POV Sitting in my study, surrounded by so much work but my mind was occupied with El
Ellen's POV I sat back in my seat opposite him and reached out to lay my phone on his table. His expression was so down and I knew something was definitely off.“Dad, are you alright?” I inquired softly, my voice laced with genuine concern.He raised his eyes to meet mine, the weariness in his expression evident. “The lawyer is awake,” he informed me gravely. “He's conscious now.”My heart skipped a beat at the news, a surge of worry flooding through me. “What's he saying? Has he made any move? Has he said anything?” I pressed urgently.If that lawyer woke up and began saying things he should not, then all of our hard work would go down the drain. His response was firm and resolute. “I've got my eyes on him. If he says anything, I'll finish off what I started four years ago.”Shock coursed through me at his words, and I could not help but demand clarification. “Dad, what do you mean by 'what you started'?” I asked.He raised his eyes to meet my gaze steadily. “Yes Ellen, what I star
Ellen's POV Calmly seated at the desk in my room, I scrolled through the evidence that was released on Liz and Gabriel. The video clips, the pictures and other recordings. There was too much evidence to be gotten just by anybody.If Kamille had taken these pictures, made these videos and given them to Belle before dying, why would Belle wait till now to release them?Belle was the only known friend of Kamille at the time of her death, but that fragile looking Belle did not look like she had the guts to do this.Except she had an alibi too. I stood up and began to pace anxiously in my room. I needed to be sure a tail was placed on her. I walked back to the desk and picked up my phone. Dialing Mr. Finley's number, I waited for him to answer.“Ms. Ellen,” Mr. Finley echoed through the phone.“Mr. Finley, there is someone I want you to place a tab on,” I said immediately.“Who might that be Ms. Ellen?” He asked.“I will send to you the details of where she lived and where she worked an
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