Arthur Cassius' lips were still heavy on hers, both lost in the act, forgetting the world around them, like it had disappeared. Suddenly, Arthur pulled out, out of breath still looking at Khloe, who had a shock expression laced on her face. Arthur stepped backwards, his eyes still on her as he realised what he had done; forcefully kissing someone out of their will. “I…I'm…sorry” he stammered, looking down, he went back to the driver seat. Khloe on the other had lots of butterflies in her belly. Like she'd always wanted this. “It's finally time to get close to him,” she thought to herself happily. The atmosphere was tense and awkwardness lingered, like a thick fog that refused to lift. Arthur was so deep in thoughts that he almost crashed into a car. He knew what he did was uncalled for, so he apologised. “I'm terribly sorry ma'am. If you want me to resign. I'll happily do so. I don't know what I was thinking. I….I'm not going to make any excuses but, I promise it won't happen again
The next morning, Khloe Ferguson woke up to an arching head, a dry throat and swollen eyes with eyebags under them. She had cried herself to sleep after the brutal rejection from Arthur. She shrugged off the feeling for the sake of her father's company and got ready for work. She hobbled out of the mansion, her eyes hidden behind her glasses. Though her eyes are still puffy from cries. “Khloe?” Kelly called her and she stopped. “Are you fine? Why are you wearing shades, it's winter season,” Kelly pointed out. “I just felt like wearing them. It adds to my aesthetic,” Khloe lied, flashing her older sister a smile. “If you say so. About yesterday….” Kelly had started but Khloe interrupted her by placing her hands on her shoulders. “Don't worry about that. I was so tired that I slept early,” Khloe lied even more and fortunately Kelly believed her. “I'll be leaving now. Duty calls!” Khloe said walking to the parking lot. Her heart slammed in her chest as she realized she'll be wit
Khloe's car swerved swiftly before crashing into the oncoming car, which had blinded her with full lights, and before she could process all what had happened, she slowly started losing consciousness. “Is this how I am going to die? With a broken heart. I won't see him again, I won't be able to comfort my sister anymore…” she said as her eyes became blurry and she started coughing out blood… In no time, people were around the scene of the accident. Sirens then wailed and the people muttering kept her awake. She felt a liquid warm substance pouring from her head and realised that it's blood. She tried moving her body, even when she knew the excruciating pain that followed would be unbearable but her body fell reluctantly. Her eyes started closing slowly and suddenly a silhouette appeared in front of her. The figure was calling out her name but it was barely audible. With her last strength, she muttered. “Mark?” her eyes slowly closed and she finally passed out. The silhouette figure
For the next week, Khloe's recovery began to improve. She got discharged from the hospital and soon went home. Her legs were still bandaged and she had to use clutches to support herself, but as time went by, she stopped and started working on getting on her two feet again. Colleagues, friends and family supported her throughout her recovery and there was no sign of Arthur. She began working again and soon employed someone to replace Arthur. And although she misses him, she always chides herself for thinking about him. Khloe Ferguson sat behind her mahogany desk, legs crossed as she read the letters that were sent to her. This letter was a well wishing one, but one later caught her eyes. It has no name and it was very different from the ones sent to her. “Ma’am, the person just gave it to me and said I should give it to you.” Her personal assistant said. “And you didn't care to ask what was in it,” Khloe asked, still analysing the strange note. “No, ma’am. I caught the person sl
The strong metal gold key in Khloe Ferguson’s hand sparkled as she fiddled with it.“Ethan Foster. He doesn't know I own his life” Khloe took a deep breath. She sat in her cold room upstairs and from the window, she could see her lovely husband, Ethan Foster kissing and wrapping hands over his mistress’s curvaceous waist. Katrina Eliot, or Katty as Ethan would call her, is just the kind of woman who can collide the heads of ten men together by just walking past them.Sighing, Khloe meticulously hid the key in its secret box before heading down to the living room to welcome her lovely husband and his mistress, Katrina At least, for these four years of being married to Ethan Foster, Khloe has learned by patience to condone his cheating affairs just so he doesn't divorce her and marry his mistress.Her priority is that he is happy and she remains his wife regardless even if he never had an iota of love for her and has countlessly rubbed mud into her eyes.Getting to the living room, Sh
“I want a room. One night” Khloe said as she got to the hotel. She did not even bother to ask for the price. She had enough. The receptionist typed on the computer before saying to Khloe,” The cost of our room varies from $100 to $500 for a night and no additional fee, Ma’am “ she explained and Khloe’s brow furrowed. It was the first time she had heard of such a cheap hotel. Now, she sees how inhumane Ethan is. “Okay, I want a room for $ 500” her mouth uttered before she thought about it.“Here is your key ma’am. Room 007, just go up the stairs ” The lady explained and Khloe headed out.Her head was spinning and she needed to get the thoughts of Ethan and Katrina out of her mind. Married to the billionaire’s son, Ethan Forster all he could repay her loyalty with was by divorcing and sending her away with just one million dollars. Isn't it the height of cruelty ever? The Fosters were rich. They own the largest warehouses ever in Maryland and Ethan happened to be their only child.
About five minutes later, Mr Clark, Ethan’s lawyer came with the divorce papers as agreed on.“Here, Miss Ferguson, sign here” Mr Clark handed her a pen to sign the divorce papers. With shaky hands but a mind made up, Khloe signed the papers, breaking the bound that kept herself and Ethan Forster glued.“Here,” Khloe said, handing Mr Clark the divorce papers back. Khole was shocked at something. She had not received her stakes from Mr. Clariton, the Senior account manager of the FOSTER Co-operation.Two months ago when her Father-in-law passed away, he stopped sending her stakes to her.“Mr Clark, please wait,” she called. “What happened to my stakes, I have not received them for two months now?” her face tinted pale.The lawyer pinched his hawkish nose slightly before saying, “I'm afraid Miss Ferguson but Mr Clariton is acting based on the instructions of Mrs Foster” he narrowed his gaze away from Khloe. It was clear that he was acting under Mrs Foster's will too.“I am hearing th
The morning was crisp and fresh with the scent of blooming flowers filling the air.At the airport that morning, Khloe Ferguson stood with a handful of two big boxes that contained all her belongings from four years of being married to Ethan Foster.Returning to Washington will determine her fate. She rebelled with her Father four years ago by giving up on her inheritance and career to marry Ethan.Neither of Khloe's parents knew she was coming back to Washington that day except for her sister whom she informed yesterday. “I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, Khloe,” Elena hugged her. She had been the only friend who loved Khloe since she got married to the rich Billionaire, Ethan Foster.“I will miss you too. Please don't make me cry'' A tear trickled down Khloe's eyes to her face.As they remained in each other's hands shedding tears of sweet moments, a thought tailed Elena’s mind.“I saw the news yesterday, is it true that Ethan and Katrina are now married?” Elena asked as she pul