Aaron walked into his office with a frown on his face, his mind was rowdy with his thoughts. Was Anna going to send him a wedding invite? That would be the dumbest thing to do as they were so ignorant of his new status. "Bunch of fools." He muttered under his breath as he went around his desk. "Yeah, real bunch of fools." A feminine voice permeated through the room, startling him. "Christ, Helen!" Aaron exclaimed, his frown deepening, "When did you walk in and how the fuck did you even hear what I said?" She shrugged, "I have a sleek way of walking in, I have an incredible sense of hearing, plus, I doubt you would have heard me over that cussing." Aaron looked away and relaxed on his comfortable chair. "What's the matter, Aaron?" Helen asked as she sat opposite him. "Who are those bunch of fools?" He stared at her, regarding her beautiful features. Helen was very lovely looking, but she carried this formal and indifferent look every time. This was the only time her face wasn'
Aaron was glad that the meeting didn't take as long as he had dreaded. Everyone around the large, round mahogany desk kept staring at him as if he were an alien. They were all surprised that the new Mr. Churchill was so young. The headquarters in New York was twice as big as the branch in Kingston. With each new property of his that Aaron came across, he became more marveled and intrigued.The moment the meeting was concluded, Aaron rose to his feet and shook all of them. A certain man with a flawless white beard almost touching his chest and equally white hair withheld his hand firmly. "How about you join us for a little celebration we're hosting in honor of you, Mr. Churchill? It would be a pleasure for you to grace the event tonight." The older man said to Aaron. A party? In honor of him? Well of course yes! Aaron kept his composure and just nodded. "I'll most certainly make an appearance tonight, Mr.…?" "Neville," The old man smiled. "Henry Neville."Aaron nodded awkwardly a
Aaron was back in Kingston three days later, it was his best vacation ever, not like he had had any before this one.Helen was a great companion and apart from sharing his bed, she taught him an awful lot about the company. "You need to learn how to shoot a gun, Aaron." She said as they rode in a Bugatti back to his mansion. "Some day." He replied apathetically, with no intention of doing so."You're gonna need it, shooting practice, tomorrow." She insisted and he stared at the deadpan look on her face. "Alright, alright," He surrendered. "But it doesn't mean I'll go around carrying one."She just smirked and said, "You'll get the hang of it." "I won't, I need to go shopping for new clothes." He said, "I'll find the nearest boutique and-” "Christ, you don't need to do anything. Just tell me what you need and I'll have it delivered by tonight." She said, horrified by the idea of Aaron doing his shopping. "I'm my own man, Helen, I do my shopping, okay?" He said."Fuck, still have
Helen stared out the window of her room, lost in thought. Her laptop lay open in front of her and on the screen was a picture of a woman. She was right.Her intuition was always true. She was a trained Personal Assistant and could find out about anything or anyone in a short time. She knew she shouldn't interfere in Aaron's personal affairs.He was her boss. But she and her boss had had a few nights of passionate pleasure, and secret trysts behind closed doors and she couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability she felt when she was around him. She had come to accept that she was slowly falling for him. She wasn't one to indulge in emotional frivolities. She was a practical woman. And she didn't do anything without a reason. She has had previous lovers but it was just for sex.Nothing else is attached. That was how she liked it. In her world, having a loved one exposed one to too many risks; especially when there were enemies around. Helen had noticed in the past week that her boss
The internet was abuzz. Anna kept scrolling through hundreds and hundreds of stories about the Churchill scandal.She even came across a few pictures of Aaron. Netizens kept reporting and analyzing different possible speculations. The media couldn't get enough of the drama.Her mom and brother were already convinced that Aaron was a fraud and he just wanted to get back at her. But she knew him. She knew he wasn't one to scheme and be sneaky.He was a very honest man. But she just couldn't fathom how he became the heir to a very influential family overnight. Or had he known all along while they were still married? She kept seeing shocking headlines online like; Churchill Scandal: Heir's Humble Beginnings Exposed!""From Orphanage to Heir: The Shocking Truth About Aaron Churchill!""Churchill Family's Dark Secret Revealed!""One's life can surely change overnight" She muttered to herself.She tried to focus on herself. Her wedding was in two days and she intended for it to be perfect.
"Sir, it's not safe out there. You need to go with your guards". Helen had tried, oh how she had tried, to convince Aaron not to attend that wedding.She knew the risks all too well – the paparazzi, the media frenzy, and the lurking threats from his adversaries.But her pleas fell on deaf ears. She couldn't understand why he was so pig-headed. And why was he bent on going to the wedding? She told herself she didn't care. She was just doing her job. "Sir, please reconsider," she had urged him, her voice laced with concern. "It's too dangerous to go alone, without your security guards. You're making yourself an easy target." He had brushed off her worries with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Helen, I can handle myself. I need to be there, to set things right."Alexander had brushed off her worries with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Helen, I can handle myself. I need to be there, to set things right."She watched him leave the mansion, her heart heavy with frustration and disappointm
Helen stormed out of Aaron's study, her frustration reaching a boiling point. She retreated to her room, slamming the door behind her with a mixture of frustration and despair. She let out a scream of exasperation. Inside her room, Helen paced back and forth, her emotions swirling like a tempest. In a soliloquy that mirrored her inner turmoil, she muttered, "Who does he think he is anyway?" Her voice wavered with indignation. "Treating me as if I owe him something as if he can control my life."She sank onto her bed, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. The truth was, Helen hadn't secured a new job as she had let Aaron believe.Instead, she had just wanted to go as far away from him as possible. She couldn't bear staying with him in the same close quarters when he had eyes for some other woman.She had enough savings to sustain herself for a year while she navigated the uncertain waters of her future. It was a decision born out of a desperate need for change.Thoughts of
"It’s killing me without you, Helen," Aaron said in a muffled voice. “I try, but I just don’t care anymore. One day with you is worth more to me than a lifetime without you.” Her eyes burned on him, but she didn’t say anything, and still he stared at him frowning. The hunger for him was growing in her like an obsession. She wanted him, more than she wanted her next breath. He could either live with her or without her and these past few weeks had shown him how poor the quality of life was without her. His voice deepened to a rumble, "I love you, Helen. Heck! I've loved you ever since I first saw you. I need you by my side to navigate this new life. I need you to keep teaching me everything I need to know. And above all, I need you because I love you so much, it hurts" "Then we might as well get married" She blurted out. He looked stunned; then he blinked. “Is that a proposal?”“No. It was an order.” Slowly tears filled her gray eyes, making them glitter-like and a smile began t