At this moment, Ethan's face was shown on the news, and Isabella couldn't help but fix a perfect stare, even when her drunken eyes were so heavy that she almost fell asleep after listening to Alexa call the Global News Network boss. Nonetheless, she made sure to stay awake, eager to listen to Ethan’s words on TV. This was a live session on the global news network, and Ethan sat down, crossing his legs over each other, radiant and looking as cute as ever. His suit, even when seen from the TV, was of the best material, and his wristwatch gleamed with gold, unlike what Isabella had seen him wear before. And behind him stood Mr. Smith, looking like a bodyguard, and everyone could see him clearly on the news. His black shades made him look younger, and his black suit and tie gave him the appearance of a model getting a perfect snap at a studio. "So, Mr. Ethan Mark, you must have seen the report and all on the TV, and I know you must be wondering what was happening when you have done noth
"Isabella should have deserve every bit of this lifestyle with me but she does not, because before I claimed my inheritance, she had moved on to the extent of sharing intimacy with another man. My eyes fell to the hospital floor when I saw her come to visit our daughter with another man. They were holding hands and walking down the hospital passage as if they were walking down the aisle. The man even mocked me for how I looked and smelled back then. It was a horrible experience that still breaks me whenever I remember it.""But how do you know she had already shared intimacy with another man? I mean, she could have come to visit your daughter with her love interest, whom she was ready to move on with after she divorced you, right? They might not have shared any intimacy.""No, Ms. Elara, she told me to my face, and I quote. 'See, Ethan? This marriage is over. I'm with Davis now, and we've already been intimate. I don't care what you do; I just want you out of my life.' I will never fo
The next morning dawned with birds singing in the trees, and the cold air injected a sense of endurance into Isabella's bones. When Isabella opened her eyes, she found herself on the floor, where she had slept the night before.As she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself sprawled on the ground, as she had forgotten everything that happened the night before, like a child with no memories of events before being born.However, the sight of a wine bottle on the ground and her throbbing headache spoke volumes, like a symphony of regrets, each note resounding with the aftermath of her indulgence. She wondered what had happened, but the memories were elusive. She could only recall that her parents had been rushed to the hospital two days ago, and she had met Ethan there, too.Suddenly, a sensation rushed through her like an elevator ascending a tall building, and when it reached her chest, she felt as though she might vomit.Without delay and in an effort not to soil the living
"Isabella, this is the same attitude you gave your daughter, and she didn't sleep at home all night long. How would you even know, since you nag at her every second?" "What?" Isabella burst out in this instance like a fierce thunderstorm, her eyes widening as if she had witnessed something utterly shocking. Though she had nagged at her daughter, she never meant for her to stay out all night long. "Where the heck is she?" Isabella asked, but Alexa wouldn't answer her with that kind of tone. "Ask me nicely, and I'll tell you, Isabella," Alexa replied, unbothered, her voice remaining calm. But Isabella was ready for all this crap coming from Alexa, and it was false. "Housekeepers!" Isabella screamed, and before her voice finally quieted down, the group of housekeepers rushed to the living room, responding to their names being called like a battalion of soldiers, quick and timid. "Where the heck is my daughter?" she asked, but none of them could answer her. They looked down at their f
Isabella arrived at Eldridge about two hours later in her fancy car. While she was at the gate entrance, the security guard told her to wait.Their appearance was not different from the last time Isabella saw them. Their sunglasses were defining features of their notorious duty.To Sophia, these security guards were more organized and fashionable than the ones they had at the beach house. This fascinated her, and she kept throwing questions at Isabella even when she received no answer."Mum, is this where Dad lives? How did he become so rich all of a sudden? Wow! Look at that," Sophia exclaimed.Right from the gate, Sophia's eyes met a statue in Ethan’s compound. It resembled a fountain that poured water from its mouth in a beautiful fortress, and she continued to peer at it. Perhaps when they were allowed in, she could finally get down from the car and touch the statue to see how it feels.Isabella was still peering at the security guard, who was observing the car's contents.It's no
In the guest room, Ethan was already waiting, sitting with his legs crossed over each other. He could not believe this day would come so fast, when he would have custody of his child. Just like a child eager to arrive at the playground, Ethan was eager to see the guest room door open and catch a glimpse of Sophia, his precious daughter, stepping in.The guest room was constructed differently from other rooms. While the other rooms were adorned with gold and silver, the guest room was made entirely of glass, allowing one to see the outside from the inside but not the other way around. This place was perfect for Augustus Markwood's relaxation and study, but Ethan had converted it to a guest room.At this moment, Ethan rose to his feet and walked slowly to the glass wall. His hands were deep in his pockets as he stared at the security coordination from the inside. Standing at the glass wall, he certainly looked like a model being photographed for a popular magazine. It was evident that h
At the very height of this moment, just as Mr. Smith held Sophia’s hand and walked her out of the guest room, Ethan fixed a stare at Isabella. Then he rose to his feet and walked slowly to the glass wall like a predator stalking its prey, calculating every move with a silent intensity.He put his hands into his pockets and made sure that the glass wall he was walking toward was at a good distance from Isabella. He then took a deep sigh, like a man who was about to lift a heavy burden off his chest, and spoke slowly."I will tell you a story, Isabella."Hearing this, Isabella wondered what a story could achieve at a moment like this. Though she was reluctant, like a hesitant butterfly, she was still eager to see where Ethan was heading. Thus, she paid attention but maintained the same sideways look away from Ethan."This is a story about the Giraffe and the monkey," Ethan said, then looked sideways as if he was about to turn and shoot a glance at Isabella. But no, he did not turn. Inst
As Isabella still refused to leave as Ethan had demanded, instead strolling around the guest room, boiling like a kettle on the verge of eruption, Ethan remained standing still and only turned again to face the glass wall like a king admiring his grand throne.In this tense moment, Ethan said nothing more than silence, and neither did Isabella say anything more than her groanings. Slowly, he retrieved his hand from his pocket, making his cell phone obvious as he placed it to his ear and said,"Come in."Just like that, Ethan drew his hand and his cellphone back into his pocket like a magician concealing a mysterious object, leaving Isabella curious about the conversation he had just had. As he yet said nothing more, which caused greater confusion to Isabella, he looked out through the glass wall and saw a security guard approaching the mansion's entrance.Without too much time wasted, she quickly dissolved the puzzle as she yelled, "You fool, you have called one of your errand dogs to