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
Now he turns to her, giving her his full attention. "This woman, who did you say she got married to?" Ashley scoffs as she raises her glass to her lips "Angus Knighton." She says. "She had no right, Angus is mine! I was with his stupid ass when he had nothing!"Greg raises his hand to the bartender and soon, alcohol is occupying the entire space in front of them. "Go on, honey." He moves a glass to her. "Drink as much as you want, it's on me." Ashley is too drunk to see what he is doing. She dumps her clutch purse and starts to drown herself in the drinks. Greg calmly waits for her to gulp down a few glasses with a small smile on his face. "So, tell me more…" he leans forward. "Good, 'cause I have been looking for someone to vent to for a very long time." She looks up to the ceiling with her drunk eyes. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the hurt she has bottled up for so long, but she starts to bear everything out to Greg. How she left Angus because he was poor. How he su
Angus looks down at the ring that his grandfather has given him. He tights his finger around it as he prays for strength to be able to explain everything to his wife. Matilda is standing behind him, he can feel her presence. He doesn't want to turn around to face her, not yet. He knows that she will be able to tell that he is hiding something from her. "Mister Randolf is a very intriguing, but strange man." She comments. "He definitely is." "Maybe he doesn't want us staying in his grandson's place." "He doesn't mind, trust me. He is aiming for something else." At his time, she pulls her eyebrows in a frown. "So, what's going on?" She asks. "He asked me a really strange question, what was he looking for?" Angus gathers his courage and walks up to her. He makes her sit in a chair in the living room and he says to her "You need to listen very carefully for this one." "Why, what's going on?" "You just have to make sure that you don't freak out, okay?" "Why would I freak out?