Stephen sat back in his chair in the doctor's office as relief washed over him with the doctor's reassurance: "Everything is fine. Ariane didn't get burned by the fire at all. She's going to be okay. It was just the fear that made her pass out."Stephen let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thank God. And Marianne?""A small burn on her arm, nothing serious," the doctor replied. "We will monitor her for a while, but she should be fine."Stephen nodded, and then the mind began to put forth questions concerning how that fire started. He glanced outside the office—the glass door—over at Marianne sitting with her eyes lost in thoughts in the waiting area. He thanked the doctor and promised he would see to the payment before leaving the office.Relief washed over him as he approached Marianne, mingling with a flush of anger. "How did it start?" he asked, trying to modulate his voice and failing to mask his agitation.Marianne's gaze rose to his—her eyes red and perplexed. "How a
By the time Stephen, Marianne, Ariane, and Yuna got back to the luxury penthouse, it was night. Stephen took Ariane to her room and demanded she rest, considering what had transpired at the doctor's office. Marianne delayed in the hallway with Yuna, her attitude suddenly changing.She spun on Yuna, her eyes flashing with an anger that made the young girl step back. "Don't flatter yourself for one second that you're from anywhere good to come in and try to take over my family," Marianne growled, her voice slicing through the quiet of the hallway.Yuna's wide eyes stared up at Marianne as the girl was clearly shaken by the sudden hostility. "I-I don't want to control anything, Mrs. Stephens," Yuna stuttered nervously.Marianne's eyes narrowed. "Don't play innocent with me. If you ever try to meddle again, get out for it. Stephen won't tolerate it." The voice was so low, threatening; Yuna did not feel a single line of defense was left on her.Turning her back--and so rudely at that--Yuna
Stephen stormed in the corridors of the empire, his head swimming with so many things. That was when Enoch intercepted him in great concern. Stephen had known Enoch for a long time; he was a very close associate and confidante."Stephen, I was beginning to get worried you wouldn't show up," he admitted, concern trickling in his tone.Stephen nodded hardly at Enoch's words as he pushed open the door to his office—the weight of recent happenings bearing heavily on him. Enoch followed quietly, picking up on the weight in Stephen's mood."What would you do when your family is threatened, and the prime suspect happens to be your ex-wife?" Stephen asked suddenly, looking into the distance.Enoch was startled by this but saw how solemn Stephen's face was. "Well, I would thoroughly question her and put her on absolutely strict observation for a while," he said cautiously."Strict observation," repeated Stephen, testing how the words felt in his mouth. Inside, his mind raced at the thought of
Stephen could not help smiling at Ariane, who was screaming with enormous excitement as the luxurious boat was arriving tenderly to the harbor. "It's beautiful, Daddy!" she said, her eyes wide with wonder at the yacht as it came to dock very gracefully.Here Stephen nodded, taking in the fine vessel before holding still as it came to a stop. A set of stairs was lowered for passengers to embark, and as the captain announced that all were welcome aboard, other travelers began to arrive.Among them was the radiant Marianne in her holiday best, laughing gaily with the young people around her. Stephen's look by her was one of scorn and despair, from the time past, yet now resolute to have this family vacation work.Pacing just behind her, flushed with nervousness despite the act he put on to the contrary, Yuna was right on Marianne's heels. He kept insisting that it would be good for her to tag along, and that he knew she was wary of Marianne, of all people, so he hoped that this trip wou
Enoch smiled to his satisfaction as the trucks belonging to the new furniture company arrived in front of the Empire Building. Large containers were filled with sleek new office furniture and all the latest equipment to bring transformation into that old space. Enoch felt a deep sense of accomplishment."Be careful with that," he called out to the movers as they began unloading, his firm but friendly tone belying his excited pacing around the delivery. "This stuff isn't cheap."One of them looked up at him then and nodded. "We'll take good care of it, sir."Enoch's chest swelled with pride. Stephen was out of town on holiday, so Enoch took the reins, and this big office refurbishment was a giant step to stamp his authority. It had cost a staggering 30 million dollars, though he felt every cent well worth it. The upgrades would reflect his taste, but more than that, they would symbolize his new role as the head of the empire.As the last of the items were signed for, and the delivery c
Stephen took a deep breath, adjusted his tie, and began to prepare for dinner at the restaurant on the yacht. Ariane was bouncing, her eyes wide with excitement. And Marianne, as always so elegant, was having the final touches of her makeup done as he caught her pleased smirk in the vanity mirror."Yuna, aren't you coming along?" Stephen asked, watching the young woman lingering at the door, her eyes darting nervously to Marianne.Yuna shook her head; her voice shook. "No…I don't feel very good today, some stomach ache," she stammered and further did not raise her eyes.Stephen frowned, his concern deepening. "You sure? You shouldn't be alone here. It's not safe.""She says she's not feeling well, Stephen," Marianne broke in, her voice tones dismissive. "Let's not force her. We really must go."Ariane pulled on her father's sleeve with a restless whine. "Daddy, come on! We're going to be late!"Stephen heaved a sigh as the mix of worry over Yuna and pressure to move on pressed in on h
The waiter arrived to take their plates away, and Stephen had just cleaned his plate. Still in thought about Yuna, he looked up and said, "I'd like to order spaghetti, two chicken dishes with sauce to go, please."Marianne's eyebrow went up. "Who is it for, Stephen? We have all just eaten."Stephen's brain raced. "That would be for Yuna. She might be getting hungry; she did not look that well earlier."Marianne sighed and shook her head. "You worry too much. She's probably fine."He ignored her and eyed the waiter as he scribbled down the order and then left. In no time, the bill came—$150k. He sighed inwardly. Dinner on a luxury yacht was really very dear. He slid in his hand to find his wallet missing. He had left it in the cabin on the bed. Panic rushed in."I forgot my ATM card," Stephen said, standing up suddenly. "I'll just be a minute."Marianne frowned. "Stephen, really?""I won't be long," he said before he hurriedly left the restaurant.Stephen quickened his gait back toward
Stephen returned with his ATM card in hand. He passed it to the waiter, who did whatever he did on his acceptor to deduct the 150k from his account. Marianne frowned and brought her eyes to a squint at him."What's all that about, Stephen?" she asked, her voice sharp.Stephen sighed inwardly, trying not to lose his cool. "Yuna was missing. I found her on the top deck with Charles.""Charles? As in Charles Monogamy?" Marianne's eyebrows rose, surprise mixed with suspicion. "What's he doing here?""That's what I'm trying to figure out," Stephen replied, forcing the knot of frustration tightening his chest to stay ignored. "Let's just get back to the cabin."They walked back in silence, the air thick with tension between them. As they neared the door, Marianne couldn't hold back anymore. "Stephen, this is getting ridiculous. First, Yuna, now Charles. What is going on?"Stephen turned to face her, his face tired. "Marianne, you wouldn't understand. All you seem to do is enjoy this lavish