"Hey beautiful," Denver flashed his most rehearsed gentlemanly smile at Emily who found his character rather too disgusting to even want to have a conversation. Besides she was with get man which also made it disgusting and rude.Lucas clenched his jaw, What on earth does he want now? Before Lucas could make sense of what was happening Denver opened the door and got down from the car and he held Emily by the hand– in a bid to mark his territory.Now that he was rich… rich? Pfft! He was wealthy. Now that he was wealthy, he could afford the luxury of standing up to anyone who tried to oppress him. He had the means and money to do that without batting an eyelid."Denver… get out," he drawled… too bad Emily heard him. She looked at Lucas with a confused look on his face.The only reason Emily didn't ask Lucas right there and then how he knew the stranger was because she didn't want to make things more awkward than it already was. Denver on the other hand totally ignored Lucas' warning and
After Lucas had walked Emily back to her house and watched her enter her room, he took the next available taxi back to the mansion.He was seething with anger…that was an understatement, he could kill Denver if he set eyes on him. He brought out his phone and texted his grandfather.I'M ON MY WAY TO THE MANSION. He needed some sort of miracle to lighten up his mood, but maybe that would be an illusion as long as Denver was in the picture.His phone rang as soon as the message went through. "Hello son, what's the problem?" Lord Randolph asked, he knew his grandson to a great extent. Lucas wouldn't come to the mansion unless it was very important that he did– this was the second time in a day which was more reason to think about his actions."I'll be there in no time, we have to talk," Lucas said, careful enough to be discreet.Lord Randolph sighed and said some inaudible words to someone, "Alright then, I'll be expecting you," even though Lucas didn't respond to that, he nodded and hun
Emily was back to her house in the countryside for the weekend. Although this didn't sit well with and that's because of the torture she always faced back at the mansion.Everything fell apart almost at the same time and she couldn't quite put her finger on what might have gone wrong. Maybe her father was right after all that she had brought bad fortune upon them. The family business was on the verge of tearing apart.She held a deep breath when the taxi stopped her in front of the mansion. This was two of the only valuable things remaining– the house and the company which is now a shadow of itself.Emily pressed the doorbell, she strained her ears for an approaching footsteps to get the door but all she got was…nothing.She turned the doorknob, luckily it wasn't locked– which was completely and totally weird. Emily pushed the door and stepped in, the next thing that followed was a ceramic vase thrown in her direction.'There we go again' she thought to herself. They were at it again,
Emily stretched her hands to take back the invitation card from Claire who already saw it coming and held on to it tightly. "What do you think you're doing?" Claire snapped."Give that to me," Emily said. Claire had always hated her and would do anything to constantly show it but trying to do this was like a sword was passed through Emily's heart, it hurt so much.Clair put the invitation inside the breast pocket of her jacket, "Take it if you can,""And what the hell is going on here?" Emily's stepmother said from the stairs. The noise from the two ladies had caught her attention.Clair brought out the invitation and handed it over to her mother, "Maybe you should take a look at this,"The lady took the letter, opened the invitation and read through it. "A dinner date with Denver Randolph… heir to the Belcraft group?""Yes…" Claire said excited, she'd never give Emily the chance to leave the house not on her watch."And the invitation is directed to…" she paused and looked at Emily w
The waiter gave him a curt nod and left, "It's nice to see you…""Claire…my name's Claire," she chipped in again. This was like every girl's dream– having a date with the heir to Belcraft was beyond belief yet it was happening."Claire…" Denver repeated, wrapping the name around his lips. He stared at her face taking in her features. She was pretty…beautiful even but not as Emily, her dress was perfectly suited, exposing an explicit amount of cleavage. If he propped his hands into the dress everything would be in the open.He stared at her, she didn't look like she'd mind that happening. Denver ran his fingers through his stylishly rough hair, "I was actually expecting to see Emily ,"Claire scoffed at the mention of Emily's name. On her way to the date, she'd rehearsed her lies and set them in place so she wouldn't be caught unprepared."You mean Emily?" She said in a cold tone.Denver nodded, his eyes still playing around her bosom. Emily leaned forward so he could fill his eyes wit
The next morning, Emily got up as usual and went about her chores in the house. She'd cried all through the night and sulked. That was all she could do there was nothing more. Her stepmother had made sure Claire had gone to the date instead of her.Emily quickly rushed towards the door when she heard the doorbell ring. "What kept you all these while?" Claire pushed past her angrily and walked inside the house."I'm sorry I didn't think you'd come this early," she replied.Claire gave her a cold look, "Of course you thought I'd be back as soon as I left…" she unpinned her earrings, "Well…it might interest you to know that I and Denver had a swell time, you have no idea,"The words from Claire broke her in ways she couldn't even phantom. A few years back, when her mother was still alive and she was treated like the precious daughter that she was but not all of them had gone down the drain."You didn't think Denver would go for you did you?" Claire teased, "You're nothing but a mere maid
Lucas' heart was reeling with joy but he couldn't show it in front of her. He tried to put on a sorry face for Emily to show her that he cared when he was matter of fact happy the date turned out that way."So you ended up not going?" He asked again to be sure he'd heard her correctly the first time.Emily sighed and shook her head. Here she was sad that Claire had taken over her place and clearly had fun at it and he didn't even care. It was in his expression, the way he didn't seem agitated. Lucas had always been a source of solace for her against Claire and now all he did was try to act like he cared."Lucas, are you even paying attention to me?" She asked.Lucas nodded in the affirmative, "Yes I am…I'm trying to make sense of the fact that your sister went in place of you to a supposed date with the heir to the Belcraft group," the last words tastee bland in his mouth. Denver was no heir, Lucas was sure of that, it was thanks to the DNA test that gave him the rare privilege of eve
The drive to the Belcraft company was a heart wrenching one for Ella. She didn't quite know what to expect– it was more of a mixed feeling, a mixture of happiness and sadness but as the drove closer to the company, she was overtaken by fear.Fear of the unknown, she couldn't fail her parents. What if she is asked to leave the company premises like she was asked at the party."We're here ma'am," her chauffer said when they pulled up at the company's garage.Ella forced a smile across her lips, "Thank you so much. You wait right here I'll be back," she said and got down from the car.She made her way to the receptionist. "Good day ma'am, you're welcome to Belcraft group of companies," the receptionist greeted with a warm smile.Ella responded equally with a smile, "Thank you so much. I'm here to see Mr Denver,""Do you have an appointment with him ma'am?" The young lady asked, as she clicked on the keyboard.Ella held her breath, "Yes…Yes I have an appointment with him,"The woman nodde
Before Lucas could make a movement out of the location, a gang of boys had gathered already, surrounding him. The old man couldn't just stop calling him a thief even after he had explained to him that the money belonged to him. However, at some point in time, Lucas couldn't blame them. He had not taken his time to think through his actions. He should have known that it was definitely going to be outrageous for an odd looking man like him to display such huge amount of money, even if he was in disguise. No one but him knew he was in disguise as a poor man after all.Soon enough, it looked to him like the old man had filled the gang in with the wrong details. That explained the disapproving and angry stares they gave to him. It was unfortunate that even as he tried to plead with them so he could tell them the truth from the misconception the old man had, they had began to throw blows at him, kicking and slapping him at the same time.Lucas considered their action to be inconsiderate, i
He was more shocked to see the group of people staring at him, confusion spread out on their faces. There were just three of them. Three women, staring at him. And neither of them was ready to move away from the spot they were standing at. Although he wasn't surprised at how they stared at him. As of that time, he was no longer the rich looking, handsome billionaire. He was now an ugly haggard poor man who was sniffing around the cliff, probably searching for what to eat. After staring at them in silence for quite some time, he decided to make a move as he suddenly remembered what he had thought of doing if things didn't work out fine. As usual, there was always a plan B.Surprisingly, the first step he took made them take another step back. Despite given the distance, he could still see the distrust that equally led to fear on their faces. Of course, he should have expected that. “I won't hurt you please. I just need to ask you a few questions.” He said, taking another step towards
The last action he did was button up the torn trousers he was putting on. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a mirror where he could look up himself to see how he looked in his disguised form. He had made a mental note to himself before leaving the house that he had to look the poorest ever.After his several attempts to make the people around him believe that Emily was not dead had failed, Lucas took it upon himself to go search for her himself. He knew how hard he had paid people to go in search of her. However, it was heart breaking to say that there was no one who took it in their deep interest to find her because if they did, he was pretty sure that some positive results would have come out. He was presently at one of the abandoned and deserted warehouses he knew about. That was another perfect spot for a billionaire like him to suddenly transform himself into a disgusted poor man which people would want to stay away from. He had chosen the warehouse, far from the mansion so
“He used to be a student at the school.” The words of Mr. Shaw couldn't stop playing in her head. “I was able to go into the city. That was the only place I could think of finding him since no one here knew who he was. And I had to start from where we had found you. When there was nothing positive there, I moved further. Along the line, I was able to find a group of people, young boys especially who had an idea of him. According to the people I found, he used to be a student at one Belmont Academy.” The old man explained to Emily.At first, when he had come into the house with the good news of having found the man in the picture and knowing his location, Emily felt her heart gladden. Even if they were on a maybe part of finding him, she believed a clue was worth something. But as it stood, she had just one question… how would she find him in a big school just as the old man described? From the look of the young man in the picture, he didn't look like one to still be in school. So, wh
It was two days gone in her new place, and Emily still couldn't remember who she was or where she came from. All she had with her was her name which sometimes she questions if it might truly be her name. And also the picture which she had given to Mr. Shaw to help her find the truth behind it. Ever since the date she found the picture, she took it upon herself to search every nook and cranny of the bag said to belong to her, with the intention of finding anything else that could tell her who she truly was. Unfortunately, there was nothing. It was just a bunch of make up kit, the name tag, and the picture. However, what Emily was truly focused on at the moment was finding out who the man in the picture was. She believed that if she found out who he truly was, it could be a lead to her real identity.Now, she was home alone like the previous days. Mrs. Shaw had gone to her place of business, insisting that she had to fully recover before she would start working for her as they had agre
Blake stood to stare at his friend in confusion. He didn't want to believe what he had just heard from him. But then, he was forced to believe him, owning to the seriousness on his face. “I have a lot of questions concerning this if you're actually serious about it.” Blake finally opened up to say.There was a reign of silence as Lucas didn't respond to him. “How did you leave to find Emily? Where did you also go to find her, Lucas?” Blake asked, hoping he would still get a response from him because definitely, he was curious.“When you all were asleep, foolishly believing that she is actually gone for good.” Lucas answered, a sting of betrayal playing in his voice. “Lucas, you're endangering your life.” Blake said, concern glaring in his voice.“I don't care if I had to do that. All I want is to find my woman.” Lucas said forcefully, turning to look back at Blake.“Let me remind you that this supposed woman is dead.” Blake said. “Her body was not found. That doesn't mean that she
“Is he still locked up in his room?” Mr. Belcraft asked Blake the moment he walked in. Blake let out a deep sigh firstly before he could respond.“I'm just coming in. But I bet he would still be locked up in his room.” Blake finally answered. The old man was the next on line to let out a deep sigh. When Blake watched him closely, he could see the wrinkles which had appeared on his face. It was clear to him that the old man was more stressed up than anyone else could be.And truth be told, he just had to be, owning to the fact that he deeply cared about his grandson.“Will you help me go check up on him?” Mr. Belcraft opened up again, pleadingly.“Of course Mr. Belcraft. I would do that.” Blake said, and he nodded his head in approval. Blake then turned in the attempt of doing what he had come to do as well as what he had been pleaded to do. However, just when he was about to take further steps upstairs, leading to Lucas room, he suddenly stopped. He quickly turned back to him. “Mr. B
All through the ride last night, Emily couldn't get her head off the fact that she was about to go start a new life in a village she knew no one or nothing about. Although underneath the scary feeling, she felt thrilled to go start a new life. When she thought deeper about the bold step she had taken towards an unknown destination, she pushed aside the fear that clunged onto her. After all, she couldn't remember who she was. There was a possibility her new journey could make it all happen. The clattering sound she had heard caused her to open her eyes, and sit on the bed. "Oh, God." She yawned deeply. For a minute, she had forgotten that she was now in the home of her saviors, the old woman and her husband. After she had pleaded with her to let her leave with them, the old woman had thought of it wise to inform her husband. Clearly, Emily didn't object to it. All she did was pray inwardly that the old man was going to accept it. And he did. While they took it upon themselves t
She had thought that the smell of drugs, syringe, and possible vomit had only conjured in her dream. However, she was all wrong when she opened up her eyes. Her first sight was the bulb producing light which was on, and the rolling fan. She stayed put for a while as she tried hard to realize where she was. Sadly, the harder she tried, the more pain she felt. The young lady closed her eyes shut again. This was in a bid to calm her hurting head, and also see if she could get anything. When she did it for the longest time she could remember, and nothing happened, she opened back her eyes. It was at that time she used the opportunity to look around where she was. Definitely, she had not been wrong when the smell told her she could be in a hospital. Even if her memory had a bit of lagging behind, she could as well recognize what an hospital looked like. But, she still couldn't think past the question she had. Why was she in a hospital? She thought. Despite the struggles, she finally