Priscilla stormed into the kitchen and ignored the helping maids around her as she reached into the refrigerator for a chilling drink to help relieve the sudden feeling of dryness she felt in her throat.
"That darn butler..." She muttered underneath her breath.Preston sat down on one of the chairs and rested on the table. He always had a smile on his face and loved his brother just as much as he loved his mother.Actually, he loved his brother more than he loved his mother. But if both her sons were to turn their backs on her, how would she feel? He just didn't want to hurt her feelings and he always tried to do things that would please her.Timothy always told him; "be the angel of the family, no matter what, always be the angel.""Are you alright mom? I think it's the weather, my throat suddenly feels dry sometimes as well." Preston still had a soft smile on his face as he spoke.She looked up at him, she had forgotten tThe sun rose above the mansion of the Jacobs family and every single worker was already up and moving about to tend to their daily chores. The kitchen was bustling with life and the scent of several kinds of meals caressed the air and intoxicated their nostrils. They didn't know what their young master would like to have for breakfast but they weren't going to use that as an excuse to slack off and not prepare anything. After he was satisfied, they would serve the rest of the helping hands around the house their breakfast and begin to clean up and prepare for making lunch.Ryan let out a tired yawn and turned to his side. The pain in his wrist stung and he winced and opened his eyes. The drip had been discontinued but the pain in his wrist still remained. He sat up with a groan while rubbing his head. How long was he out? He wondered. The sun was the one who answered the question. Through the floor to ceiling window that led to the balcony, the sun peeked in from a slight opening
The large hallway was particularly empty that very moment and Ryan took it as his chance to sneak through. After taking a long shower-- Ryan had spent all the time under the water thinking about what his butler meant and how to avoid it entirely. Priscilla was the oldest woman in the family and she had the right to butt into his life as she pleased which he despised. He could tell that she wasn't a woman up to any good, well at least his instincts didn't allow him to trust her. A woman like herself that was overambitious for her children would go to any length to get what she wanted-- he realized he didn't have anything to change into. All his clothes were back at J international in his suite. He hadn't meant to spend such a long time at the mansion. Well if he was going to stay, he would need a change of clothes and the only place he could find something to suit him was in his father's wardrobe.His dad must have been around his age when he was last home. But for some reason, Rya
Lilly panicked about in her office. If Ryan got married to another woman, then she would really lose everything! How could she not have known! "Are you alright?" Her fiancé asked, looking at her with obvious concern. "You've been going back and forth for so long I'm getting dizzy just from watching you."But Lilly didn't respond, or she didn't hear. Her mind was on Ryan and how to make things right for her. "Okay, calm down Lilly." She told herself. "You will lose the little time you have left if you keep doing like this. I need to... I need to... I need to..." Picking up her phone, she searched for the families that had been accepted to participate in the bride evaluating contest. "The Campbell family, the Hathaway and the Johnsons! The Johnsons, thank goodness!" She exclaimed excitedly. Daniel didn't understand what was going on with her anymore and he was tired of standing there and watching. "Lilly! What the hell is going on with you right now?" He demanded, slightly furious.
Lilly hurried out of her office with the fear of missing the time they had given to her. For all she knew, that might be her only chance to get things going the way she wanted them to be. If she could be in good terms with the woman who pulled the strings then she would have nothing to worry about. Definitely, she could tell that it would take a lot to impress such a high and mighty woman and hopefully, what she had prepared would be enough to do the job properly. Arriving at a high end café, she told the attendant about her reserved seat and the young female attendant walked her to it.The table was still empty. With a sigh of relief, she sat herself down and adjusted her hair properly. Her second party had not yet arrived. Priscilla had strictly told her she would leave if she didn't arrive just in time since she hated being delayed and she waited for no man. Soon, a richly dressed woman with an aura of pride around her strode towards the table and Lilly could tell immediately t
His car pulled up in the parking space of his mansion and he got down from it with a gentle sigh. He already escaping the marriage was an impossible task so he might as well be at home when they'd come over. He needed to be strong, stand his ground against Priscilla and anyone else who thought it was fun to try to mess with him. Walking into the large and spacious living room, Ryan found his butler perambulating about with his hands behind his back like a secretary bird. Logan Hayes eyes widened as they landed on Ryan and he hurried to him. "Oh young master!" He exclaimed as he came dashing towards his young master. "I was so afraid that I might never hear from you again! I didn't know where to look or how I would have found you..." Ryan's brows furrowed confusedly. "Wait what? Found me? Why? It's not like I'm some missing pet or something." "Oh young master, that, I do know, but you ran away! You left without a word or a trace! How was I to know where to find you?" His Butle
"Priscilla Jacobs!" Ryan thundered and everyone's head raised up to stare at him in shock and awe. He had just addressed his aunt by her name like a father would when he wanted to scold his daughter. Priscilla blinked confusedly. Even Logan Hayes had flinched. "Excuse me?" Priscilla's brow arched at him questioningly. Her gaze spoke the words that were stuck in her throat. 'How dare you be so rude to me!' Ryan smiled softly and scratched his eyebrow with his hand that wasn't in the pocket of his trousers. He knew there was a connection between those two grinning demons. Lilly must have approached Priscilla because he knew Priscilla would never have known about her existence, and they must have come to an agreement over him like he was some tool for them to use. He had meant to fake his anger towards Priscilla while he scolded her but he realized he didn't have to fake it anymore. He was genuinely angry at her and he couldn't control the flow of words that left his mouth.
Strangled by the deafening silence, Lilly stood there trying hard to breathe and also stand tall. She felt like she needed to say more to convince Ryan but her brain seemed to not be working at that moment. 'Think of something, you fool!' She silently scolded herself. Ryan, who seemed to have been reading her expressions sighed softly and finally spoke. "Fine then. If you insist on staying then you may, if you wish." She stared wide eyed at him. Confusion made a fool out of her. "You... You are letting me stay?" She stuttered the question unbelievably. Ryan's brow suddenly arched. "Do you not wish to?" "I do!" She barked a response. Smiling, she repeated. "I do." "Very well. Ladies, it is late already, I think we all might still be feeling a little tense from what happened before. Rooms have been prepared for you, I mean to only hold this event for one week--" "One week?!" Priscilla hollered, interrupting him. Ryan stared at her with an expression she couldn't seem to deciph
Ryan felt like everything that had just happened was a terrible nightmare. Did that evil woman just confess to killing his father? Who else did she kill? His mother? To stop him from ever finding his way back to his wealth? When put together like that, it made solid sense! He felt his fists form into balls of rage and every veins in his body was filled with anger and hatred and also... Fear. But that was just what she wanted and he refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Holding all his emotions inside a bottle, he shut the lid and held it on tightly. His lips curved into a gentle smile. "Priscilla Jacobs... You may have done some... Unthinkable things in the past but you seem to forget something. You are Priscilla Hickson now and I... I am Ryan Jacobs, the one and only heir."Taking a bold step towards her, he glared into her eyes like he meant to kill her with his gaze. "And whatever you have done that you may be thinking you have gotten away with, oh I hate to break