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Eva didn’t return home after her fallout with the Walters. She got the waiters at Love Nest to send her to one of her apartments once she was wasted. This was probably the best way out for her. At least she didn’t have to go through the pain and humiliation of the chain of events in her head over and over again. She woke the next day with a terrible hangover headache, but it didn’t matter as she didn’t have to be anywhere anyway. She sat in bed going through her life in the last twenty years and couldn’t find a single moment when she was actually happy. Every second, she had a façade of gentleness, enduring, thinking that her happiness was just around the corner. No matter how much she endured or schemed, the happiness she craved was never hers. Probably the happiest days of her life was the last month when Darcy had amnesia, but now she doubted…. Doubted whether he was acting to get her to lower her guard. Poor Eva would never know what hit her unless it was spelt out, in black and
The next few weeks went by peacefully except for Chris being on tenterhooks with Emile being in her 8th month. Darcy, Grace and Marcus moved to Darcy’s villa in the main residence although Chris and Eva continued to stay in their private villa outside. Neil and Abbey decided to go back after Emile’s delivery. The person who was most happy with Abbey’s decision was not Emile but rather Night Wing; he had no idea why he was so happy when the stupid woman decided to stay back. “Why don’t you shift to the branch here?” Chris asked as he noted Night Wing’s oddity. He had to be responsible for his wooden brother. “Umm….” Abbey hummed as she pursed her lips thoughtfully. Inwardly, she liked the idea, but she wasn’t sure if Samuel would want to find an assassin to kill her. “Why do you need to think so long?” Emile pouted. “Do you think Samuel will kill me?” Abbey blurted what she was thinking without a filter. “Cheee!” Night Wing sneered “I bet he will be lighting a few crackers.” Abbey
When Darcy and his family of three had just moved to the villa, Grace walked around the villa in awe while Darcy watched her with a happy smile. Grace wasn’t in awe of the richness or splendor of place but because the design was exactly the same as the blueprint she had drawn for her future house many moons ago. “Dad, why does this place look a bit different?” Marcus was also confused. This was obviously his home and yet after not coming back to more than 2 months, it looked like it had changed completely. “This is the house your mother always envisioned.” Darcy spoke in a soft yet magnetic voice. “I had always planned for this, but your mother decided to leave me stranded midway through the journey. I no longer had any dreams, and the house was left in its original state.” Darcy explained in a low, wronged voice “It wasn’t until the light returned that I remembered the dreams of my youth and the unfinished house.” Grace blushed shyly as she heard Darcy’s shameless words. She wante
“Let bygones be bygones….” Darcy muttered with his head lowered, feeling lost for a few moments. He would have to be a fool to not understand the undercurrent; his lips curled up in a self-derogatory smile ‘He was truly a fool to not see what even his little brother saw through.’ “I am willing to respect your decision” Darcy slowly raised his eyes to stare into Grace’s as he said word for word “But I still need to know how miserably I failed.” Grace sighed helplessly as she sat next to him, hugging him as she spoke in a soft voice “You have never failed me. I always knew in my heart that you would still be waiting for me, to pick up from where we left.” “The reason I left was never you. It was me and my son.” Grace didn’t cower as she spoke “I left because I was selfish.” “I thought that if I told you about what Eva did, or the choice she gave us, you would without a doubt chose to give up on our child.” Grace exhaled helplessly “This is the first seed of our love, how could I give
Amidst the laughter and bickering, the ladies boarded the majestic limousine that was generously booked by Mark the minute he heard his wife was going shopping with all the ladies. Skyline shopping center was the epitome of class and luxury goods. Anyone who was an anyone would want to shop there even if it cost them their entire living expense for the month. However, Emile had never been there and was looking forward to it. In her defense, she had only been in the country for less than 3 months. Jewelry, shoes and bags were all weaknesses of the Walter women just like ordinary woman and they were in a dilemma where to go first. Inside the limo, the ladies discussed passionately without coming to any conclusion until Sarah suggested tossing. They quickly made chits with the three options; considering Sarah was the oldest and the one who suggested the method, they let her choose the chits. Soon it was decided, first shoes, then jewelry and bags. The arrival of the limo at the entran
Adrian had already started reviewing the surveillance footage along with Neil when Chris walked in with his brothers. “The security team has moved to another room for live feed monitoring, and we can use this room for now.” Adrian updated Chris as he reviewed “I am reviewing the footage from restaurant from 30 mins from the incident.” “Not just restaurant, we need to review the footage of all floors from the time ladies planned the shopping.” Mark spoke as sat in front of one of the computers. “Let’s review 3 floors each. That should cover the entire “Get the shadow guards to review traffic surveillance within 50 kms circumference of this shopping centre. Cover every nook and corner.” “This is like looking in a haystack without knowing whether you are looking for a needle or a pin.” Chris muttered even though he obediently sat at the desk to review the footage as Mark delegated. “Whose brilliant idea was this?” Eric grumbled as he reviewed the footage. “Mom’s” Darcy spoke without
“What’s in that direction?” “Nothing much.” Mark spoke looking at the area Chris was pointing towards with a scrutinizing gaze as he recalled the significance of the landscape “It used to be an industrial area that got ditched even before it was developed due to environmentalist protests against changing the landscape to resolve access difficulties.” “Boss, I think we can predict the destination of the car with 95% accuracy.” Night Wing spoke as he looked up the map of the area where the car disappeared. He had pulled up the specifics of the area as Mark was speaking. “Um?” Chris asked in a low voice although his eyes were locked on the screen where the car disappeared. Every minute that ticked off without any news of Emile, was another minute that his life force and sanity was draining off. “Here...” Night Wing pointed confidently at the patch of lush trees. “There is an abandoned factory here.” “Let’s go.” Chris didn’t want to wait any longer. Even if the chances were only 5%, h
Emile found herself lying in the back seat of a modified 7-seater when she gained consciousness. She raised her head in confusion, only to find herself restricted by the ropes binding her. She saw that there was only two men in front and one in the middle seat, staring at her. “Don’t blame me. If anything, you only have yourself to blame for falling in love with someone else’s man.” The man shook his head in regret. Perhaps he felt sorry for the miserable woman who was unlucky in love in front of him. He knew her story and there was nothing but regret as he looked at her. He knew her story and there was nothing but regret as he looked at her. Her first love was a tomb of torture and the second one although it seemed to be smooth sailing, would eventually take her life, either way, she was not destined for a happy ending. Perhaps, he felt sorry for her as they both fell in love with the wrong person or so he thought. If Sheryl was here, she would have recognized the man, as it as none