The inevitable finally happens, Angus' grandfather finally found out about the marriage. The truth is that Angus knows that he isn't going to keep it from them forever, but he didn't expect for his grandfather to find out so soon. Lorenzo came by the house. He bowed to Angus in greeting and then told him that he had been summoned by his grandfather. Thank God that Matilda was still asleep, she would have seen it. So Angus prepares and drives to his grandfather's house. Lorenzo isn't outside to lead him inside. Even the servants seem to have disappeared into the thin air. Angus walks into the house and goes upstairs, into his grandfather's favorite sitting room. No one is there, Angus is starting to wonder what's going on. He looks up and sees Lorenzo coming down the stairs. "Welcome, young master." He bows again. "The master is up in his study with the Mistress, they will be waiting for you there." Oh, great. His mother has been involved in the matter. He knows that she has
Joanna is back at Christian's place. They are making out on his couch, he is on top of her and their lips are interlocked. After kissing for a few minutes, they stop and just stare deep into each other's eyes. "So, what do you think?" He asks her, touching her hair fondly. "What I think?" She traces imaginary lines in his chest. "Yes." He finally told her his secret –well, it's not a secret since she already knows. He told her that he was here on a mission, he told her that he was looking for Mister Randolf's heir and that he believes the grandson was still alive. She agreed to try to find out the truth, but what she has been doing is deviating his mind. He isn't even considering Angus, it's normal given that Angus gives the appearance of a poor person. He believes that since Angus, Joanna ( and her fake cousin, Lorenzo) work for the Randolf family, he will be able to get his answers. Joanna assumes a sitting position and picks up her glass of wine. "I really think that the
Joanna goes back home and spends the next hour drowning herself in whiskey and smoking. She sits alone in her bedroom, legs crossed like a monk, and she smokes and drinks straight from the bottle. She drinks till her vision becomes hazy, her lips too heavy to touch together. She wishes that she can come up with a plan, one in which she can call Christian right now and tell him to end his pursuit before it ends him. His father is a fucking millionaire for Christ's sake, why is he doing such dangerous work?Each time she looks at his innocent face, she feels like her heart is tearing apart from him. She has gone on missions before, she has killed a lot of men for her master, but Christian is just different. She doesn't want to hurt him, she also doesn't want anyone to hurt him too– someone like Lorenzo. Christian doesn't deserve to be in the middle of this, he is too naive. After she is done emptying the bottle of whisky, and the cigarette has been burnt to a stump, she crushes
When they finally break the news to Christian, his face first screws with distrust and he bursts into wicked laughter. "You are trying to tell me that you are the grandson that everyone thinks is dead? That you, Angus, are the one I have been busting my ass around, looking for?" Angus blows out a sigh from his mouth. What he doesn't have is the patience to try to convince this man otherwise. "Christian, he is telling the truth." Joanna urges him. "Why do you think that I got with you? It was to distract you from even coming close to the truth." Christian shakes his head even before she is done talking. He doesn't want to believe it, he doesn't want it, but someone, in the back of his head, knows that it's the truth. Joanna sees him trying to process it and she comes closer to him, but he shoots her a glare. "Don't even think of coming close to me. I gave you a fucking chance and this is what you do to me?!" He barks at her. "I fucking liked you! I liked you, Joanna!" Joanna can
Her lips are pulled thinly, it's obvious that Christian's unpleasant exit hurt her deeply. She shuts her eyes, but she notices a warmness next to her, Angus is now standing by her side. "That fool messed up everything that we've worked so hard for." He sighs. "Yeah." She rubs her eyes. "But it's okay, we are going to recover." She opens her eyes to see, but he has his fix on her like he is trying to read her emotions. "It's not your fault, you know. Christian is just… he is not what we perceived him to be." "Well, maybe it is." She looks to the ceiling hopelessly. "I should have been more careful, I think I let him get to me." Angus puts his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Like you said, everything will be alright. Call Lorenzo, let's know the next step." *****Angus drives home when the sun has risen and most people are starting to go about their daily business. Angus hardly slept a wink last night, but he has no desire to find his bed as he drives. His heart is occu
For days now, Angus has been trying to come up with a way to tell Matilda how he truly feels. It has been a struggle for him and so he tries to boost his confidence with alcohol. He finds himself at the terrace of the Mansion and he drinks bottles of bottles of alcohol. He is very sure that she is going to never speak to him again once she finds out the truth. She hates liars, he has seen it before, what's she going to do when she finds out that she is married to one? The more he thinks about it, the more depressed he gets. "Fucking perfect…" he mutters to himself. "My life is just fucking perfect." The door opens and Matilda walks in, holding her hair so that it doesn't sway so much in the breeze. She seems to be looking for him and her eyes light up as soon as they rest on him. "Angus, oh my God, you scared the shut out of me."She walks towards him and her fall falls as soon as she sees the state that he is in. "Angus, are you drunk? Why are you on top of the terrace, dru
But Angus doesn't want to allow them into his house. He looks from his grandfather to Lorenzo, he feels the hurt of betrayal in his heart. He just knows that they haven't come with good intent. "No one told me that you were coming," Angus says, looking straight at Lorenzo. "Not even Joanna.""Yes, yes, Joanna has been occupied with running a few errands for me." Still, Angus doesn't open the door wide to allow them in. He doesn't want them in the house, hell he doesn't even want them on his property. "Why are you doing this?" He mutters. "You know she is in the house, you know that I haven't told her everything yet." "This is for the best, sir," Lorenzo says. "The master thinks it's what's best for you." "Shut up, okay." Angus snaps at him. "You are only saying that because he told you to. If you both need me, I will meet you in the office, at the house, anywhere but here." He's trying to convince them is not working either. His grandfather has his golden stick firmly on the
Ashley has just come back from her shopaholic activities. Anytime she feels a bit down or sad, she likes to go on an insane shopping spree. That's one of the reasons why she left Angus in the first place. He was poor and couldn't keep up with her financial demands. She struggles to get all her shopping bags out of the car and she walks zigzag to the front door. She manages to unlock the door and also put her items down.She exhales with relief as she grabs the bottle of wine to help herself. With Quinton in prison, she has everything to herself, but she still wishes to have Angus. She walks into her bedroom because it's late at night and she just wants to go to bed already. She enters the room and throws off her shoes. She climbs into the bed and in a sitting position, she gulps down the wine before setting the glass down. She sees a figure in the corner of the room and she lets out a scream as she drops the empty glass. The figure steps into the light, it's Joanna. This makes