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Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Escape
*‘I’m home’ he shouted from the as soon as he entered the house. He loosened his shoe lace and kicked off his shoes. While loosing his tie, he checked what it was by the time and realized how much earlier he arrived home. It was still 5pm. He frowned disturbingly when he still didn’t see Molly after his announcement.‘I’m home’ he called again, thinking she was asleep. No response came. He yanked off his tie from his neck and he was in the basement in the twinkle of an eye. It was very noticeable to ignore. The basement was empty. There were no clothes in the tiny wardrobe, the extra duvet was no where to be seen. It dawned on him.. She’s gone. Has she gone mad? Does she not care about her father’s company any more?‘That isn’t possible’ he mumbled. That had been her weakness yet her strong hold. She can’t just leave it and run off.‘Was she kidnapped?’ he continued asking himself various questions and kept answering himself. Then, something caught his attention. Simon focused inten
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Brunette
*A pretty brunette welcomed her from the entrance with a fixed smile on her face.‘Hello, Good noon. How can I help you?’ she inquired brightly‘Well, I’m here to see Mr Donald’ Julie pointed out meekly.‘You seem puzzled though. Anything you want to get answers to?’‘Not at all, Miss. Thank you’‘All right. I am Bridget, Mr Donald’s secretary. He’s got a visitor now. You will have to wait for at least fifteen minutes before you see him’Julie’s lips curved into a smile. ‘Fifteen minutes isn’t too much time Please show me to the reception, I will wait there’‘No. You can come into my office if you want’ Bridget offered.Julie’s eyebrows drew together in astonishment. Why was the secretary so nice to her? Luck maybe… she answered herself and proceeded into her office to wait.…As soon as they were settled in the office, Bridget sat behind her desk and continued her staring plight. Julie frowned again, this time in Bridget face, her expression stating ‘Do I have anything stuck in my f
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Three hours
Molly arrived at New York after three hours of flying. She was met by a middle aged man with a fairly odd bowler hat.'Hello Miss. I presume you are Molly Rehab' he droned, glancing at the picture on his phone then her. He repeated the action about three times before coming to a halt.Molly furrowed her brows in confusion, pondering how on Earth this man knew her name..'What if I am?' she asked, rolling her eyes dismissively'Then you should come along with me. Miss Julie sent me to pick you up as soon as you land''Julie?' Molly questioned rhetorically.'Yes''I'm sorry but who is this Julie?' Molly queried. Her red haired Julie and best friend hadn't fill her in on the part of being welcomed by a man with a weird bowler hat.'Red haired Julie' he simply said. She took furtive glances at the man, Making no attempt to hide her suspicion.'I'm not here to kidnap you. I'm here because Julie sent me. I'll be driving you to the hotel she asked me to take you to and see to it that you ch
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Avoidance
~Tiffany~ I paused outside the station, rethinking my decision again. Was it really worth it? What reaction will she get once we meet again? She has succeeded in making my life hell and the way she swore she did it all because of me didn't make me feel any better. I lost everyone I held dear: Courtney, Adrian, Christian. I was too ashamed to face them after everything that happened. I took in steady breath before walking into the station. Officers, visitors... They all recognized me at a first glance. Who wouldn't though? I've been all over the news for weeks now, labelled the daughter of an evil, overly ambitious woman... Daughter of a murderer. So did some say while some sympathized with me for the lack of love right from infancy. Murmurs grew around me and I felt more aware of myself. 'Look at her. She's the daughter of Linda... Poor girl, she was abandoned by her mother... I wonder if she's got traits similar to her mum's..' they all said something, everyone entitled to their own
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir I know where she is
Logan Adrian~ As I sat behind my desk, trying to concentrate on suggestions brought by each workers of the administrative team to help the new project, I couldn't help but drift into my own oblivion. I feel discouraged, empty.. it'd been a whole two weeks since I heard nothing from her. At first, I couldn't tell if she really was avoiding me or if something was wrong with her. Soon enough, I realized it's actually the former. For days, I've been relentlessly trying to reach her, assure her, promise her everything's going to definitely be alright. At least, that should be what she needs at this phase, but everytime I called, she would ignore, never return them. She wasn't to blame, wasn't at fault that her mum chose that path, or turned out to be a cold blooded human. Tiffany, so far, has been the warmest person I've had. The feelings I've been denying all the while I spent with her came hitting me in the face at every opportunity. 'Mr. Logan, what do you think of this idea, I think i
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Don't Say
Adrian~ I drove over to the location I was given by Courtney as fast as I could, almost violating every traffic sign I came across and almost getting myself into an accident in my haste. Eventually, after thirty torturous minutes of intense anticipation, I reached the location I was sent by Courtney. I sincerely hoped she had not messed things up by allowing Tiffany see her before I got there. Luckily, it seems like she hasn't as I noticed her car parked at an unassuming corner with her inside. I parked behind her, got out of through the passenger's seat, to make sure I wasn't spotted and knocked on her window which she rolled down nonchalantly with a smile on her face. "How does it feel to be dependent on me for once, big brother?" I ignored her remark as I asked seriously. "Where is Tiffany?" "Get in," she said as the passenger door clicked, indicating that it had been unlocked. "I don't have time for th-" "Just get in," she hissed. "Listen to me for once." I gave her a
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir You pity me?
"Would it kill you to say thank you?" she rolled her eyes as she revved her car engine. "You know what, never mind. Thank me by funding my newest project. Surely that's easier for you than saying the words, right?" I ignored her as I adjusted my clothes and walked away from her car. I crossed the road swiftly and headed for the house with my head down, hoping that she doesn't recognise me before I approach her door. I knocked on the door, praying again that the door opens before she realizes that I'm the one. It seems like luck's on my side as she opened the door while looking behind her. "Delivery?" she asked, her eyes still focused on something behind her. "Hi, Tiff." She froze at the sound of my voice. She remained frozen for a few minutes, as if trying to convince herself that she hadn't just heard my voice. "I know you heard me," I added as the silence stretched longer. She slowly turned her head to look at me and immediately gasped. "Oh, hell no." She tried to close th
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Tiffany's adamancy
I placed my hand in my pocket and slowly brought out my business card, then proceeded to carefully lay it on the table before backing away. "Call me when you've calmed down," I said as I headed out. "I'm sorry for the things I said." "Yeah, get out," she hissed. "And make sure to close the door behind you." With a heavy heart and a little anger at her reluctance to listen to or believe me, I closed the door behind, letting out a sigh before making my way to the car. My phone rang as I opened my car door and the caller ID was Courtney's, making me think twice about answering. I really am not in the mood for her requests and taunts. "What?" I asked as I reluctantly answered the call. "I assume it didn't go well?" "It's none of your business," I retorted. "What do you want, Courtney? I'm busy." "Well, first of all, stop using that tone with me," she warned. "Second, I think we can still find ways to help clear her name." "Nevermind that," I sighed as I got into the car. "She doe
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