CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED -FOUR *"I am nothing like my brother. I don't tolerate emotions."*He was reading the papers when a knock on the door, distracted him. The knock went twice again, following a pattern. He knew who it was. It was signal. He went to the door and unlocked it. A pair of grey eyes stared up at him. "Took you long enough to open the goddamn door! Just let me in already." It was late outside. "were you followed?" He asked in a menacing tone. She shivered. "Only a fool would be." She sniped. He chuckled. "Well come on in." He glanced outside to the left and right before he closed the door. "Well, if I eventually find out you were followed, I may have to restore to extreme measures. I'm sure you know what that means." He said as his eyes gleamed with a devilish menace. She shuddered and gulped. "Of course." She said in a tiny voice. "So what are you here for?" He said as he slumped down on his seat and took out a cigarette from the neatly emptied pa
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED-FIVE*"...if you don't act and follow your heart, you will live to regret it for the rest of your life." *"I can't believe this is happening to me, Hannah!" She cried, her hands holding her face in misery as she rocked the chair anxiously. "What do I do?!" She cried again. Hannah heaved out a deep sigh, with pity and sadness furrowing her brows. "I am so sorry about what you are going through, Janice and I really wish I could help but...." her voice trailed off as she bit her bottom lip furiously. Damn it! She wished she could really do something to ease the pain her best friend is going through! She wished she could save her just like she did a long time ago; the day she saved her from her bullies and gave her a new life. She really wished she was capable of giving Janice the life she deserved but she was powerless... She doesn't have any connections above the Jordans. This is the Jordans' business. She is hopeless... As much as she wanted to do so
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED -SIX*"Fine. Call me Brad..." *"So what's the plan?" Rachael asked as the car slowed down, stopping a few meters down the street where the Glam Fashion Company was situated. The man cocked his head and clucked his tongue. "What do you think?" He quipped with a smirk on his face. Of course, she had no idea but saying that out loud would probably lead to a death sentence. He would most probably spank her face just like he did the other time. She could still feel the numb sensation on her cheeks. "Huh?" He prodded again, the smirk melting into a glare. She quickly bit her bottom lip and gathered herself. "Y-yeah... I guess so." She stammered. He arched his brows and clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "It's high time you take this mission very seriously, Rachael or I will be forced to do something that you will regret. Perhaps send you back to Scotland." Her eyes widened as she shook her head furiously. Anywhere but there! She doesn't wanna go b
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED -SEVEN *It hurt so fucking much!*She needed a walk. Her brain was literally frying from all the frustration and depression she had experienced these last few days. Her brain was all fuzzy and needed to cool off so she thought a morning walk be her rescue. Well, at least in the meantime. She just wanted to be away from the whole drama in the house. Father arrived yesterday and he looked hale and fine but she wasn't happy still. Maybe because Matt was still in the house living as if he owned it. Acting like the good boy, like her father's son and it irks her to her bone marrow. She loathed being around the house and seeing them all mushy mushy. Like the father and son relationship. Maybe he was trying so hard to be in his best books because he was going to get married to her. Arghhhhh!!!! Even the thought of getting married to Matt Castle sent a shiver down her spine. She hated everything about that man called Matt Castle!!! She picked up her pace as s
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED-EIGHT*She wished he could at least read her mind so she doesn't have to say the words out loud.*Her breath hitched in her throat and at that moment, all she ever wanted was to fling herself into his strong arms and weep. Hopefully, things work out for the best. But right now... *"....I can read your emotions like an open book. And for a fact, I know that you never for once liked this matt, Castle."* How could he tell? Well, that was true for a fact... Well, there was no point hiding the obvious and here she thought she was a great actor.She inhaled deeply and puffed out a deep breath. Such a lame performance I must say. She chided herself internally. "Jane?" He called out smoothly, snapping her back to reality. "Yeah... Um... Well, I-" She sputtered. Damn it! She doesn't know what to say or where to start. He gripped both of her shoulders, shaking her gently. His blue eyes were still intent and hooded upon hers but something else flashed in his
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED-NINE* Hell Awaits and it's drawing close... *"Someone came to look for me?" Janice's brows knitted together in surprise. Who could that be? Because she wasn't expecting anyone whatsoever... "It was a man..." Sandra continued over the phone. "A man? What man?" Sandra cleared her throat. "Well... He just said that his name was Mr Brad that's all. He wanted to see you so badly and extend his hearty congratulations on your upcoming engagement ceremony." Janice arched her brows diametrically. "Mr Brad? I'm not sure I know someone by that name.""He talked so much about you as though he knows so much about you." A cold shiver ran down her spine. Who on earth could this person be? It's strange... She gulped."What else did this so-called Mr Brad say?" "Umm.." Sandra dragged the word out as she thought of it for a while. "He did walk around the store and picked out a dress and suit though. He said for your pleasant occasion and that he can't wait. I was
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED -TEN *All she wished for was to run back home, into the comfort of hid arms*Before you say, Jack Robinson, The engagement ceremony was already here! Janice couldn't sleep a wink last night. She could barely get a good night's sleep. How could she? When she was about to be engaged to a monster?! Well, sometimes people make hard decisions when they have no other choice. She was doing this to protect the man she loves and her own father as well. So at the end of the day, a win is a win... She hoped. Everything was already set and the fashion designer had already finished dressing her up. Putting on her dress was an uphill task. It took about three hours to get her set. It was a crystal stone dress and the designer had to make sure it was stuck to the dress very well. She chose simple smoky eye makeup and her blonde hair was curled and pulled up in a mountain bun, leaving some strands of curly hair at the edges. After giving one final look in the mirror
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED -ELEVEN *Well, they say universe The universe had a sense of humour, all right, and it was a shitty one*"Welcome ma'am!" The huge tall guard at the entrance said as he tilted his head to pay his respects. She forced a smile at him and nodded. "Thank you." The guards parted to let her into the entrance. As they entered the huge tall building and passed the beautiful candlelit pathways adorned with rose flowers, the faint music became louder. There was a fountain just before they rounded off the corner into the main arena where the actual party is taking place. Janice could see some guests murmuring amongst themselves and one thing struck her as a surprise; All the guests were wearing masks. "I didn't know it was a mask party." She said, passing a glance at Hannah. Hannah shot her a smirk, nudging her forward. "Well... I got yours for you so don't you worry sweetheart." Arching her brows, Janice asked. "I have a mask?" Hannah nodded. "Yep." "S