The hall was cold, even though the fireplace was loaded with wood and burned relentlessly."Hey," he called out to a maidservant, who ran to him. "Get me a fur sweater.""Right away, sir," she said and sprinted off. He loved servants who carried their duty with a run. Not those who would saunter as though it was they who paid the house.He looked across the table and saw her seated already. Her husband wasn't in the seat yet. "Hey, Ethan," she called. "Come, my baby.""I'm not your baby," he wanted to say to his mother, but it would change nothing. So had things been. And he had no power whatsoever to change it. "Hi, mom," he said."Your face looks like shit, why?" She spread her arms for a hug. She had a celebratory mood about her. "Nothing," he mumbled, taking the hug, and pulled away. "Have a seat beside me." She was beaming. "What do you want to have for dinner?""It's too late for dinner, I've had some snacks.""Nonsense!" she cried. "You must have a befitting dinner.""I tho
The men looked scary. Most of them had beards as long as the horsetail maidservants used to dust furniture. Their lips disappeared beneath these beards as they spoke. Even though Ethan was just thirteen, he wondered why Americans would keep such hideous beards; it was for the Arabs!It was a business meeting, he was told by his mother. She had sounded so urgent in his room."Listen very carefully, baby," she said with zero hint of tenderness. "This is your first ever sitting with the board members. I don't know why your father's doing this. But it's no problem. I just want you to outsmart your brother, Liam. Mm? If they pose any questions, rack your brain and answer it, quick!"Her eyes were fiery, and Ethan knew she wasn't here for jokes. She had chosen for him a white tuxedo, and a gold wristwatch. His hair was permed, and the scent of his perfume could be perceived from miles away. There was no way anything could go wrong with his looks, for he was a charmer. The only problem was h
James wasn't joking when he said St Clare's was the best place to be for Liam. First, James' friend, Dr Joe, gave them a warm welcome, and insisted that Elena take some relaxing smoothies, while the nurses saw Liam, alone.It was a grand hospital. Their walls glowed, and the staff smiled at her each time they passed by. "Told you," James beamed at Elena. They were seated in a certain hall, rooms away from the bustle going on around Liam and the team of doctors. The rest of the men had run off to effect some "logistics" about Liam, as they said."You sure did," Elena answered, sipping from a glass of cold smoothie. Her appetite was dwindling."Here," James continued. "You don't need to hang around him any longer. He's in safe hands. You can go home while the results are being processed.""Nah," she said, attempting humor, "I will hang around.""You look drained, c'mon." His eyes were concerned. "Have you had anything to eat?"She turned her head away, a tired smile playing out on her
"Six months? There's no way my son is staying in a coma for that long!"This was Ethan's father's voice echoing across the hall. They were seated in the living room over mugs of coffee, father, mother and son. It was roughly 8 AM."That's what the doctor said," Ethan said. "That's what Elena said.""What the hell are you saying?" his mother cut in. "Are you listening to Elena or the doctor? Where did you get the information?""Elena told me." Ethan didn't understand why they had suddenly become aggressively concerned about Liam. Was something happening that he didn't know?"Elena told you, and you believed? Did you confirm yourself?" His father's eyes burned like fire. Ethan felt jittery."She would not lie to me about such things. She's sensible. More than we think.""Bullshit," said his mother, aside."Where's she?" his father asked. "Get a servant to fetch her.""I'll just go myself," Ethan said.He had already taken three steps forward when his mother called him back. "You are no
It had been almost a week since Liam was admitted to St Clare's. Elena made it a point to see Liam every day, even though it wasn't easy for her. Watching Liam lying on that bed, almost lifeless and breathing through a mask, shattered her. Every day, she sat and hoped for a miracle. She watched his eyelids closely, desperately yearning to see them move, but they didn't. She cried more often. When she looked into the mirror, she didn't recognize what she saw. Her makeup artists tried all they could to keep her face in good condition, but Elena never had the time and patience to sit through an hour of facials.When Jennifer visited her one sunny afternoon, she commented on Elena's looks quite bluntly. "You are going to go all red and ugly if you keep up with these tears of yours," she said, not bothering to hide her sneer.And Chelsea, during a forced video call with Elena, said, "Woohoo, girl, what is this I see on your face? Huh?"But Elena didn't care about any of this. Her dreams w
Ethan Hemsworth tried to appear happy during the inauguration. It was indeed a big party; the gates had been thrown wide open, and anyone could come in. But there was tight security, both at the gate and everywhere else. The DJ was still giving out jams. And most of the girls, drunk from the excess wine, danced wildly among the scattered chairs in the large hall.The five truckloads of wine, which Ethan's mother had forced him to order, had long arrived. And the guards and maidservants spent almost an hour unloading these delicate monsters into the six wine cubicles in the mansion. All the old wines were removed and given out to the guards and maidservants, who really didn't need them. Yet, after this, there were still four trucks untouched. And even after the ceremony, it still remained the same.Ethan was standing outside the hall, trying to calm his head away from the bustle. He had met and shaken hands of congratulations with thousands of people, old
His first thought when he saw her in that cab was that Elena had "other businesses" she was attending to. If not, why would she pretend she was going to see Liam, and end up in a cab, arriving much later? She must have something up her sleeves. And if he wasn't so busy with work, he was going to find out. Gratefully, as the convoy began its journey back to the mansion, he had her attention now. Full blown attention."You found him?" she asked. Her eyes were rounded with a frenzied interest. "How's that possible?"He smirked, deciding to ride the waves of her vulnerability. "How is it possible, you ask? Now, can I ask a question?""Sure.""What is EliteCorp known for? Just two keywords."She thought for just a second. "I'd say robotics and extraterrestrial technology."Ethan had to mumble "wow" within himself. He didn't imagine she'd use such a high sounding word. "Yes, you are right," he continued, taking his time to cement in what he had in mind. "Look. I love my brother. A lot. Du
She sat still, staring dead into the detective's eyes. "Go on with your questions, sir."He scoffed, and pulled out a cigarette. "Hope you don't mind," he said to no one in particular, and went on to light it."You must have met Mr Packwood before, Elena," he began in the assertive style, "tell us how you met him.""I never said I met Mr Packwood. I saw him for the first time when he came here to threaten Liam.""There are no mistakes about that?""Certainly none.""What did he threaten Liam about?" He asked this question half-heartedly, as though the answer really didn't matter to him."It was about his granddaughter." She stopped here, having remembered that Lola had died while on the phone call with her. Panic rose in her, and she prayed the detective didn't notice this. He did."Go on," he said, leaning forward. "Be liberal with detail, please. It is essential."She glanced at Ethan, and found him looking very interested. She had no friends here. "Lola was Liam's ex. So..." She