Mark's frown deepened and his eyes swept up and down my frame for almost a minute before he burst out, "I may have amnesia, but I'm not stupid. How could I possibly have such a young mother? How old am I?"I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up my throat. I was sad that he lost his memory but it felt really good, too good, to have him back. To listen to him throw his blunt statements without a second thought.Turns out his memory is the only thing he lost afterall. Thank God. I don't think I would be able to handle him if he turned out to lose his memory and become dense on top of that. He still had his wits around him.I took a seat beside his bed and he shifted, now sitting up. "Of course, I couldn't have given birth to a son as old as you. I'm your stepmother."I couldn't tell know why I kept at it but it was fun. I guess I wanted to utilize this opportunity that I have. Right now, I was just a random woman and he was just a random man - might be a bricklayer, a policeman, a dru
**EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD***Rose coming in finally to claim the role of Mark's family member meant I no longer had any business there and I pushed myself past the gawking bodies of people with their gaudy outfits and overpowering perfumes that made made me wrinkle my nose in distaste until I reached the end of the corridor.For some reason, I glanced back at the door to Mark's private ward with a wry chuckle slipping past my lips. Just look at all these people acting like the typical bottom climbers they were when they'd been practically nowhere to be found, days ago.We never know who our true friends are until things go spectacularly to hell.Sighing, I sank into the passenger's seat of my car and pulled the door closed after me, then I threw my purse on the passenger side.I looked out of the windshield at the stream of people ebbing in and out of the hospital. And all I couldn't help but think of, sitting there, was the scene of Mark's accident where I'd seen Luigi. I remembered see
SANDRA'S POVI walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floors in time with the swaying of my hips as I strode down the hall towards my father's office. At the same time, I could feel the eyes of others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn't turn my head or respond as I continued to walk past.When I reached the door of my father's office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father was seated at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned around when I came in.My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors."I'll take care of the rest, you two go ahead."The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father, striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and slamming my purse tiredly on the table. My father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was known as one of
SYDNEY'S POVI watched Sandra's retreating figure with a look of amusement. The woman had a flair for the dramatic entries and exits, even when the situation didn't call for it. As soon as Sandra was out of sight, I glanced back at Mark who had turned around on the wheels of his wheelchair to fix the zipper of his hospital pants.His amnesia didn't take away his feelings of self awareness at least, I thought. Who knew what had happened a few seconds before I arrived at the door. I did hear her complaining about him not being sexually active or something.Mark turned back to face me, his brows arching up as though he was silently daring me to comment on his situation. And I felt heat creeping up my neck all because I was fighting back a laugh. Even with his memory gone, Mark still wouldn't stop acting tough. Talk about the kind of egoistic consistency that ran in one's veins.I folded my arms over my chest and walked into the room as nonchalantly as I could, and with a pointed look, I
The past weeks have been blissful and I finally felt like I had my life back and I was actually living it.Having helped Mark to the extent I could, assured that he was fine and his position as President could still be salvaged, I could finally focus on work and myself.My heart filled with warmth and my stomach flipped with joy just at the thought of the dates I have been having more frequently with Lucas. I have also been having more time to see Lucas. It was like we both had a silent agreement to salvage the little time we have whenever we weren't working and focus more on our relationship.Since I knew Lucas, way before we departed, I had always knew he was a sweet boy and would grow into a sweeter man but Lucas had wowed me.Despite the occassional news and some updates from my lawyer about Bella that sometimes disconcerted me, a day hadn't gone by that I didn't blush, smile sheepishly or laugh wholeheartedly like a lovesick teenager during a phone call or video call. Lucas keeps
Again, I woke up with a the worst of splitting headaches there could be... exaggerated that a but too much, but yes, it hurt. I slightly winced as I turned to my side. I could make out a pole, a blue curtain, white walls and I could already tell that I was in a hospital. Memories of what happened and obviously landed me in a hospital assailed me.Who brought me here? I wondered but I continued putting the right name on the things I could see; a beeping computer, another blue curtain, more white walls, walk a-"Oh my God, Sydney!"I suddenly felt arms on my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, my head ached as I turned to face the direction that the voice had come from.It was Grace. I managed a smile but my smile fell the moment I noticed her swollen, red rimmed eyes and watery smile and the dark circles under her eyes. Grace never had dark circles or swollen eyes. No matter how long or late she worked, she always had a way to make them look non-existent."What happened? Are you okay?" I ask
"Because Rose sold her shares to me," Lucas replied with a self satisfied smirkI drew back in shock, What? Why would she do that?I remember vividly when Mark confidently told me that he had more shares and became the de-facto head of the Group because of his mother's five percent if added to his own forty six percent stake. So what does Rose selling her shares to Lucas mean now? No shareholder, especially the greedy ones here in this room, will allow a partially sick man to head them with below average of the total company's shares.Even if Mark hadn't lost his memory, he still would not be able to ensure absolute control amongst the board of directors.I gazed around the room at the other shareholders as we waited for the host and Mark; some of them were having low conversations between themselves but I could literally see the greed in their eyes. This was the opportunity they've probably all been waiting for; the opportunity to overtake.I just hoped all these wouldn't be too over
Silence descended the room, wrapping everywhere like a cloak of thick blanket. People exchanged looks before they settled their gaze on Lucas.I looked at Lucas' unfathomable expression and I wondered why he was doing all of these? What was the need for this power he was seeking to gain? Why did he have to take revenge after he had forgiven them? Had he been waiting all these while for Doris to be out of the picture before he made his move?I sighed. I couldn't quite fmdrag my gaze from this man addressing everyone, his eyes willing everyone to raise their hands and vote to support him. He seemed too unfamiliar, too cruel. Where was my softhearted Lucas? The one who shrugged and said, "it's all in the past now."A hand slowly raised in the air and all heads turned to the man that raised his hand. Almost a second later, another person raised their hand, voting their support and in mere minutes, several hands of the shareholders that supported Lucas were up in the air.As they continued