Chapter 09
Ethan stand in his ground that his painting is the original whole Damon on the other believes he must be insane claiming his own is fake.
“Ethan really? What is your agenda wanting to disgrace our family name and bring us shame now” Mrs Richard is already in their table.
He really do not have anything to say the old man he just know that he’s never going to back down one bit, his painting his real and he knows how much he had put into it.
The whole crowd keeps murmuring, the certainty that Ethan had brought a fake painting is very high, many of them already knows he has nothing.
Where would he see money to get original painting? How could he claim that his paintings is real? “You really wants to disgrace us after almost bring down my daughter business right?”
Mrs Richard starts getting annoyed the more, Ethan is doing just great and perfect in bringing down their family name.
Gracie is confuse as hell, how could he be adamant that his painting is real? He could have just apologies and things won’t escalate to this extent.
Mrs Richard gets walks down from her seat staring at the two painting, “It’s really hard to tell which is original”She said and everyone face dropped.
They had thought she would be able to tell which is fake, “No panic since Mr. Macron will soon be here so I’m sure we will know then” The old lady said going back to his seat.
Gracie could feel the tension dying down preparing to hit them later very hard if the painting turns out to be fake.
“Just know that my daughter would be divorcing you once it’s announced that you brought a fake painting!” Mrs Richard said angrily.
She have never liked him anyways and she’s not surprised with his arrogant behavior claiming what is not his and shaming their family.
Ethan swallows hard trying to hold back his tears, he has always do things to make sure he doesn’t disgrace Gracie, he could swear that he loves her with everything in him.
He believes things are okay between them this morning when she had come to his door step and told him to get the birthday gift for her grandma but it’s seems not.
She’s trying to avoid hun disgracing her by buying cheap gift in the first place.
They finally welcome Mr Macron, he’s the youngest yet the most successful artist, he is not the type to be seen everywhere beside he travels a lot.
The old woman birthday is just one the occasion he had to squeeze himself tight to attend, Ethan seeing the young men believe he would at least be truthful.
The old woman welcome him with a warm smile, not wanting to jump into conclusions of making him define the original art while he present his gift to her.
It’s a painting and a beautiful painting at that, “Wow!” Everyone marvel at the painting.
It’s look’s expensive and they are curious to know the worth of the painting too.
“It’s beautiful, thanks so much son” The old woman hugs him gently.
She flash him a warm smile before taking him to the two paintings, “Wow, wow, wow!,Where do you find this piece?” Mr Macron covered his mouth with his palm.
“My guest gifted them to me and I will like you tell us which is the original” The old woman said to him.
“It’s obvious, here is the original worthing about $10 million! One true piece and it’s clear, as we can all feel the emotion and feelings in this one while other one is empty and void”
Mr macron explain to them making them all going silent, “You mean to say this is a copy of this?” Gracie Grandma ask to be sure of what she heard.
“Believe me! If this is stage for audition many would want it and the worth will skyrocket above that! It’s a beautiful gift and I will love to see who gifted you this” Mr Macron ask her.
“Sure you can meet him, he’s my grand daughter husband” She said with her full chest.
“Please let me meet him, even his painting is worth more than mine and had I know I will have prepared myself better” Mr Macron replied and She laughs leading him to Ethan.
The two of them shook hands and starts talking almost immediately, Gracie still couldn’t believe her ears.
Ethan did get her grandma painting worth more than $10 million? How is that even possible!
Mrs Richard on the other hand is happy that he had manage to change how they look at their family now yet annoyed to where he could get the money to get gift worthing so much money.
She will make sure to teach him lesson later,how could he spend so much on gift when he couldn’t even bring in anything.
Yet he could spend so much!, Damon on the other hand is trying to bolt in his jealousy.
He swear to get the heads of those people that sold him the painting rolling on the floor.
The way Mr Macron and Ethan were talking keeps getting him piss off more,the now see him as a important person and have their family names on everyone lips.
Gracie on the other hand talking to her grandfather about Ethan all along, he might be right after all.
He might not have another part of him that she’s yet to know just like her grandfather said to her.
She went back to her seat , unable to say a word to him.
Right? She said some mean words to him earlier and disgrace him publicly when she’s busy always saying he’s disgracing her.
“I really do not know what to say right now,
I…I….it’s okay Gracie, Ethan hold her hand calming her down.
“it’s my fault after all I should have been a better man to you and just focus on my painting all along instead of working in different places to disgrace you” Ethan cuts her short.
Her grandpa was right about him after all, Gracie said looking straight into Ethan eyes.
T.B.C
Chapter 10.A few days later.Gracie is in the living room when the doorbell rings. The door opens and a man steps in. He’s shrouded in a black shirt. The top buttons are open. His sleeves hug his huge biceps. His well-toned chest makes the shirt taut against his torso.His legs are in a pair of trousers.“It’s been a while.” He grins as his hands hold the edge of his pockets.Gracie looks up. Her mouth falls open and her eyebrows rise.The man was Alex. Her best friend since childhood. He stands there smiling at the shock on Gracie’s face.“Alex! Is it really you? This is a surprise.” She stands up and moves to embrace him.She hugs him tightly and rests her head on his shoulders. “I have missed you. You have no idea.” She coos as Alex pats her head and holds the small of her back. “I’m here now.” He replies.She eventually untangles herself from him. “Wow!” She exclaims as she takes in his appearance. “You really looking good. I guess you have a lot of ladies fawning over you.”
Chapter 11.“Calm yourself down!” Ethan cautions Gracie. His body is slick with sweat and blood. He places his fingers on Alex’s neck to check for a pulse. His countenance relaxes when he feels a pulse. Ethan proceeds to the other end of the ring. He sits down there and watches Alex closely.“Any minute now…” Ethan murmurs under his breath as he rests his head on the ring beams. Gracie kneels beside Alex, her face distraught with worry. “ I told you guys this wasn’t a good idea but your egos wouldn’t make you listen.”“Gracie…” Alex groans as he finally regains consciousness.“Look who decided to join us.” Ethan teases him with a sardonic smile. “You are pretty good. It’s not every day someone takes me out in a fight.” Alex replies groggily as he holds his head and sits up.He tries to stand up, “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you. At least not yet.” Ethan advises him.Gracie glares at Ethan as he walks away.“ I didn’t know your husband is such a good fighter. I wonder where he le
Chapter 12.A few days later. The sunlight streaks across the vast ocean of the blue sky heralding the dawn of a new day. The rays of the sun illuminate the room, giving it a golden hue. Ethan wakes up to see he is alone in the room.He gets up and goes to the window. Lines etch on his forehead as he stares out the window and runs his fingers delicately on the sill. “Ahh. The magnificence of sunrise.” He muses with a grin on his face. He watched with delight, the butterflies moving about poetically in search of their ambrosia. He smiles as the gleeful chirping of birds assaults his senses with pleasure. As long as he can remember, sunrise always held him spellbound. Moments later he goes out to the compound and takes in the ambience of the environment. He is with his sketchpad, brushes, and easel. He sets up the sketchpad on the easel and starts to paint. Painting has always been his retreat. When he paints, he lets go of everything that bothers him. It’s just him and his sketch
Chapter 13: Unspoken TensionsThe morning started with a stifling air that hung heavy in the house. Ethan woke up to a restless mind, the remnants of yesterday's skirmish with Alex swirling through his thoughts like a tempest. He could feel the ache in his muscles, reminders of the ferocious battle that took place on the balcony. As he stepped into the living area, he sensed an unspoken tension brewing.Gracie, sitting at the dining table, eyed him with a mix of irritation and concern. Her silence spoke volumes. The air was pregnant with unsaid words, and Ethan could almost taste the acrimony in the atmosphere."What?" Ethan muttered, trying to mask the discomfort that pricked at him. "Why are you staring?"Gracie's eyes narrowed, the intensity of her gaze slicing through the room. "I'm tired of this, Ethan. Tired of the constant tension between you and Alex. I can't deal with this anymore."He knew exactly what she meant. The cold war between him and Alex had reached a boiling point,
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