JAMESI don’t know how Smythe did it, and I didn’t ask too many questions. I was just relieved to get the hell out of that god-awful cramped room. My first appearance would be in two days.“Just answer the questions as honestly and to the point as you can, Mr. Barrington,” Smythe had said during our long consultation.Honest and to the point. I was concerned. What if they asked questions I didn’t want to answer?***It was pitch dark when the Uber dropped me off at my gate. I didn’t have my phone or my keys with me. Feeling like a stranger lurking in the dark in front of my property, I pressed the intercom and Luke’s deep voice answered. “Yeah?”“It’s James. Open up.”Imagine my surprise when the lights turned on and I saw the old beaten-up Datsun parked in the driveway. Not this again! God knows I wouldn’t be able to stomach Aurora Johnson after all that happened. I thought we were rid of her. The gate slid open, and I dragged my feet, thinking of the best way to handle this situatio
DESTINYWhile I busily prepared our dinner, James kept hovering around me, his eyes never leaving my every move. It felt as if he was afraid I would suddenly vanish. Once, I caught him staring at me with such a profound sadness in his eyes that it tugged at my heart, filling me with concern."Are you alright?" I asked, abandoning my tasks and rushing to his side, wanting to comfort him.But he swiftly composed himself, his expression instantly changing. "I'm fine," he replied, a faint smile gracing his lips. "You're overcooking the steak."Just then, Luke entered the kitchen, his overnight bag in one hand. "Hey, guys," he greeted us. "Will you be okay on your own? Thought I'd give you some alone time. There’s a friend nearby where I can stay tonight. I'll only be five minutes away if you need me."I couldn't help but smile at his considerate offer, as it reminded me of a child seeking permission for a sleepover. "I'm sure we can handle it. What do you think, James?"James winked at me
JAMESWhile Destiny slept the sleep of innocence, restlessness consumed me as I tossed and turned. Eventually, I surrendered my futile attempts at sleep and retreated to my study. In the dimly lit solitude of my sanctuary, I contemplated and prepared in case everything went south, because fate had a cruel way of fucking with my life. Mr. Smythe appeared optimistic about the outcome of the trial. But knowing that my father was to testify against me had my mind in turmoil. I had to make provisions for Destiny and my unborn child. I wasn’t about to let them suffer because of my fucked-up family.Determined to protect them, I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened my banking app. It was a minor comfort to see that my accounts remained unfrozen. Thankfully, we had a prenuptial agreement safeguarding Destiny's funds. With a sense of satisfaction, I transferred a substantial sum into her account, ensuring she had enough to embark on a new life if something were to happen. Closing my laptop,
DESTINY"Have you seen James, Luke?" I found Luke in the bright, sunlit kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. His smile was contagious, hinting at the happiness he must have felt from visiting his friend's last night. "Good morning," he greeted, turning to face me."Saw him leaving when I came in this morning. He seemed to be in a hurry," Luke replied cheerfully, his voice blending with the clinking of the coffee mug against the counter."That's strange. His court appearance is only next week," I pondered, the sound of my voice trailing off. Unless something unexpected came up. I reached for my cellphone, intending to call James, but a notification from social media caught my attention. It was James' birthday, a fact that had slipped my mind. Why hadn't he reminded me?"Oh, shit..." Regret washed over me. How could I have missed this?"Something wrong?" Luke asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Make you some tea?" He turned, the sound of the kettle whistling as h
JAMESI left the majestic court building, pushing my way through a horde of relentless reporters once again, as I made my way towards my car. The blaring sounds of their questions echoed in my ears while I tried my best to ignore the bloodsuckers.I felt a little better about my birthday after the day lightened up. It might not be a complete disaster like I thought.To my immense relief, the prosecution barrister didn’t charge me with assault. However, there was to be a formal inquiry into Jenna's accidental death, a mere formality, as Judge Harris assured me. Her family asked for it, which I get, but I totally forgot about her family and what influence her death had on them.In all the time we had spent together, I had only visited Jenna's parents' home on two occasions. They were not a tightly knit family, but Jenna's lineage held a significant influence, which explained my grandfather's infatuation with her. He valued social standing more than anything, and that was precisely why I
DESTINYHave I walked into the lion’s den? The dimly lit room cast a foreboding shadow over Lord Barrington, who appeared more like a defeated lion than the king of the jungle.“I can’t stay long. I have guests over to celebrate James’ birthday.”He turned a bewildered face to mine. “What? You’re celebrating his birthday?”“Yes, is that news to you?” I retorted, somewhat sarcastically. He should know his own son’s birthday, shouldn’t he?His lip lifted slightly in a semblance of a smile or a sneer. “You don’t know? He never told you.” He uttered a weary sigh. “I need a drink. Have a seat. I’ll have the cook brew you some tea.” Without another word, he walked towards the distant kitchen. I followed, eager to uncover the secrets James was keeping from me."Wait for me in the solarium. This is not something I wish to discuss in front of my staff," he explained, guiding me towards the sunlit room.As I entered the room, the scent of lavender and dahlias filled the air, mingling with the w
JAMES “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Frustration boiled within me, and as I slammed my fist against the cold, unyielding steering wheel, the sharp pain in my hand mingled with the expletives that escaped my lips. “Goddammit! I’m such an idiot!”I shouldn’t have left Destiny there. Not like this. In my rearview mirror, I anxiously scanned the road behind me, hoping to glimpse Destiny's car. Her car wasn’t as fast as my Bentley, and I drove like a man possessed to get away from my family's home. The old man's words had struck a nerve, and I had let my frustration consume me, taking it out on Destiny. It was infuriating how the old buzzard always knew exactly which buttons to push.Finally, I couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. I pulled over onto the side of the road; the gravel crunching beneath the weight of my car. Minutes stretched into eternity as I waited, my eyes fixed on the distant road. And then, moving at a snails-pace, Destiny's Beetle appeared, inching its way towards me. Relie
DESTINYI knew he meant it, and I felt a pang of sympathy for him, having lost his mother in such a horrific manner. But the pain of him keeping it to himself hurt deeply.“I forgive you, James,” I whispered after a moment. “But…” I raised my hand to silence him when he tried to speak. “You have to be completely honest with me. I can't support you if I don't know what's going on in your mind.”“I promise I'll try,” he replied, his gaze fixed on his fidgeting hands. “I carry so much baggage, Sugar. It's not something I want to burden you with.”“James.” I gently cradled his face, raising it to meet my eyes. “Whatever you tell me won't make me leave.”“You say that now, Destiny,” he responded, his voice filled with anguish. “You heard what my father said. I destroy people I love.” He placed his trembling hands over mine. “I want to protect you and our baby. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm terrified I might.”“You're being irrational. You're a good man. I don't care about your father or