Two days had passed since the vibrant celebration, yet Kendrick felt the echoes of that night lingering in the corners of his mind. Seated in his study, he faced his closest friend, Methot, who leaned back in his chair, an easy grin plastered on his face. The sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the polished oak table between them, where they’d spread out papers detailing their latest business ventures. But today, the conversation veered far from finances.“You’re really serious about this, then?” Methot asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re actually going to send Knaver away?”Kendrick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about sending her away, Methot. It’s about clarity. I can’t get wrapped up in what my father wants for me. I need to make my own choices.”Methot chuckled. “Ah, yes, the classic battle between father and son. But come on, you can’t pretend Knaver isn’t a catch. She’s smart, charming, and well-connected. Your dad would love
The meeting wrapped up with a palpable tension hanging in the air. Knaver would be leaving later that evening, and Kendrick felt a mix of relief and apprehension. Peterson pondered the best way to send her off, finally deciding that Evelyn would be the best person to speak with Knaver.“Let’s keep this light,” he said, breaking the lingering silence. “Evelyn has a way of smoothing over these situations.”Kendrick nodded, grateful for his father’s insight. Methot, who had been leaning back in his chair with a bemused expression, stood to leave.“Guess it’s time for me to hit the road,” he said, extending his hand to Kendrick. They shook firmly, a bond of friendship and camaraderie evident in their grip.“Thanks for the support, man. I appreciate it,” Kendrick replied.As Methot exited, Kendrick turned back to his father. “I’ll take care of things from here.”“Good luck,” Peterson said with a nod, his expression softening. “You’ll need it.”Once the door closed behind Methot, Kendrick g
Evelyn sat back in her chair, the phone still warm in her hand, a sense of relief washing over her after speaking with Knaver. They had shared a mature, honest conversation, two medical professionals. Knaver had agreed to leave that evening, and while it was bittersweet, Evelyn felt assured that it was the right decision.As she rejoined her father and Emily in the living room, the conversation shifted. Peterson noticed the change in Evelyn's demeanor, his brow furrowing with concern.“Is everything alright?” he asked, his voice laced with fatherly worry.Evelyn smiled gently. “Yes, Dad. I talked to Knaver. She’s ready to head back home.”“That’s good to hear,” Peterson replied, relaxing a bit but still studying her closely. “But is she okay about it?”“I think so,” Evelyn reassured him. “She knows it’s best for Kendrick and her. But I want to make sure she leaves feeling valued and appreciated. I was thinking… Maybe we could give her a financial gift? It would help her transition a
Evelyn and the rest had hoped that Sophia’s presence would add a fresh energy to their home, but as the days passed, it became clear that Sophia’s assertive nature was not just a personality trait, it was a force that could dominate the household.One afternoon, Kendrick returned from work to find Sophia pacing in the living room, her sharp heels clicking against the marble floor. A pile of Kendrick’s personal items lay scattered on the coffee table. His old college trophies, personal letters, and even a cherished book were all haphazardly placed as if she had been scrutinizing them.“Kendrick!” she snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “What is this mess? Do you expect me to live in a place that looks like a storage unit?”Kendrick raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the intensity of her tone. “It’s just a few things, Sophia. I was meaning to organize them.”“Organize?” She scoffed, her eyes blazing with indignation. “You mean throw them out. Those belong to you, and I won’t all
The following week settled into a rhythm that was increasingly fraught. Sophia’s presence in the Peterson household had transformed from a promising addition to a relentless force, dominating every aspect of life within the home. Kendrick felt the weight of it all, caught between his sisters and the woman he was supposed to be building a future with.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the living room windows, Kendrick found himself alone with Sophia. She was perched on the edge of the couch, scrolling through her phone, while he attempted to catch up on work emails. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension.“Sophia,” Kendrick finally said, breaking the silence. “Can we talk about how things have been? I mean, really talk?”Sophia looked up, her expression unreadable. “About what? I’ve been making sure you’re treated right, haven’t I?”He hesitated, searching for the right words. “I appreciate your intentions, but it feels like you’re stepping
Kendrick stood outside the Knaver residence, anxiety twisting in his stomach. The house was a charming, old Victorian with a wraparound porch, the garden bursting with colorful flowers. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm. This was an opportunity to get to know Sophia’s family and to show them who he really was.As he approached the door, it swung open to reveal Sophia's mother, a warm, welcoming woman with an easy smile. “Kendrick! So nice to finally meet you!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a brief hug.“Thanks for having me,” he replied, trying to mirror her warmth.Sophia soon appeared from the hallway, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Hey, you made it,” she said, relief evident in her voice.“Of course,” he responded, stepping closer to her. “I wouldn’t miss it.”Sophia’s father joined them, a tall man with a friendly demeanor. “Kendrick! I’ve heard a lot about you. Sophia talks about you all the time.”“Oh, really?” Kendrick said, slightly
An hour had not elapsed after Kendrick had decided to give a try at the Knaver’s residence, it happened that they could ever stay in the east of the city and never heard of or knew about him. He humbly greeted an aged man who emerged from the left side of the apartment with a stern glare. He paused for a moment and after observing him, his eyes running upwards and then down to Kendrick’s loafers, he mumbled a response. “Yes gentleman, you can sit.” Kendrick lowered himself onto the sofa, his eyes settling on the man’s face, he understood why he had that stare on his face, maybe because he was not wearing some expensive clothing and didn’t come with a dozen guards who could fill the spacious compound with their presence. “I hope you should understand that you are not welcome here.” the man scoffed, turning his head to his daughter who was also staring at him in a bewildered mode. “But… Dad.” she stammered, trying to explain to them who Kendrick truly was. However, her father, Mr.
“There's someone at the door, Knaver. Why not go answer that before you come sit with your mum who has taught you nothing than settling for the less!" Knaver's Dad barked and she hurried to the door. Just as she slid open the door slowly, her eyes widened to a man she never expected to see. Her heart throbbed slowly, then it heaved harder. That wasn't the right time to have him around, but there was no way she would push him off, not now. She feigned a smile and cleared her throat. “Hey, Knaver! I thought I’d check in,” Sham said, his eyes glinting as they darted from Knaver to Kendrick. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, brushing past Sheila like she was invisible. “And who’s this?”Knaver’s expression hardened, the warmth in her demeanor extinguished by Sham’s arrival. “What are you doing here, Sham? I didn’t ask for a visit.”Sham’s smirk widened, revealing his sense of entitlement. “Just came to see how you’re doing. But clearly, I’m interrupting something.” H