Day 2 of working without CameliaMarcus stayed in his office, unwilling to let the new lady in. Her name is Mara and she is such a beauty, but remember, you cannot make the same mistake you made with Camelia, he thought to himself.Her eyes were alluring and he could not forget how they lit up when he asked her to tell him a little about herself.Just as Marco had promised, she was brilliant and outgoing and seemed to be more intentional than Camelia, at least than the Camelia of the last two weeks (according to the reports from his brother and the board).He sat in his chair, lifting his phone every now and then, hoping that Camelia would call to tell him why she had not shown up at work yet.No matter how much he tried to overlook it or act as though he was not bothered by her disappearance, he still felt that slight emptiness in his heart and he wished that she would just appear at the doorway.The doorway did open and he looked up with speed, hoping to see Camelia but Marco walked
A flashback.Many years ago, Theresa was found in the circle of Wealthy aristocrats but she was no Wealthy woman. She was there as a maid for one of the wealthiest homes in California.Her father was a poor farmer and her mother was a trader. As a matter of fact, it was reported that they could not feed their children and so, she was pushed to work as a maid in the home of one of the richest families in town.Years later, she got married to a middle class man, Stonia from Berlin. They met at an art exhibition and gave in to each other.This was how she birthed her first son.However, Lady Theresa was not settled with that. What she wanted so badly was to belong to the family of the wealthiest in the city.She fell back into the arms of the first son of the woman whom she had served many years ago.So, whilst she was still.married to Stonia, she maintained an illicit affair with him, doing things that are meant only for marriage with him and he was married but his wife had not given b
Camelia was still locked up. She woke up and found that her hair seemed ruffled up and the men were standing above her, waiting for her to stand up.She quickly pulled herself together and began to sob again.“My mother will be in search of me by now,” she pleaded. “Let me go home to my family,” she begged.“You are definitely returning today. We have been instructed to let you go because you have successfully done what was required of you.”This was the one who pointed a gun at her was speaking.She felt a pang of excitement and yet pain took over her when she remembered all that she had lost whilst she was locked away here.Just then, she heard her phone beep.She cast a doleful look at them, wondering if they would finally let her have her phone back.“That was my phone,” she whispered, fiddling with the hem of her blouse. “Can I atleast text my mother? Or maybe know who is on the text?”Without arguing, they handed her the phone and she took it with fear in her eyes.She opened th
The days that followed were for Marcus a curse. He could not wait to get over the hurtful things that he had heard Camelia say to him.Also, he had gotten busy with his new secretary, Mara and he was loving her presence. It seemed to soothe the pain and the betrayal that he felt. He thought about Camelia every now and then but not as intensely as he would have if Mara was not in the picture.He and Mara had gotten so comfortable with each other and even touched a few times.Meanwhile, his pain was about to resurrect when one evening, his brother returned from his field investigations and came to him at the dining room with an envelope.“What's up?” He had asked and Marcus simply nodded.“I have got a bit aif a bad news for you again and it has to do with Camelia.”Marcus squeezed his face.“I really do not think that I want to hear anything about her anymore, to be honest man. I am over her.”His voice was filled with pain and he was sad.Marco sat down beside him and still went on wi
Two weeks passed gently without noise and Camelia spent most of her time in bed, crying her eyes out in the day and laughing with her mum in the night as though all was well.Miss Amelia noticed that she and Marcus were no longer speaking that much and he barely ever visited. Whenever she tried to bring it up, her daughter would shun her and make her feel that all was well that she was being unnecessarily pushy.“Marcus is a man that buys and has a multi billion dollar company to run, mother. You cannot possibly expect him to spend every second of his life lying around my house.”“But he also had that business to run when he was always at the hospital to see me,” she nagged.“Urgh… mother. Let me be! I am sure he will make out time to come around sometime.” Sh was exhausted already by the regular questioning and wished that they could be skipped. She hated the fact that her mother was just too invested in everything that had to do with Marcus. She loved him so much and it broke her he
Mara gazed through the window as the car drove her and Marcus through the streets of the elite streets of Los Altos hills. They were headed for the charity event that Camelia had organised on behalf of the Blackwood conglomerate and now, Mara was to bear the compliments that were meant for Camelia. “I'd like to specifically thank you for taking the necessary steps towards bringing this social event to a point of success. I mean, when Marco told me you were good with what you do, I thought he was being too confident and that I would soon be disappointed but I was wrong.” He flashed his smile and she smiled back. “Thank you Boss,” she chuckled and Marcus nodded lightly. Mara seemed to be filled with excitement that she was to be seen in social functions with Marcus and not the dysfunctional twin. Once they arrived at the event, the camera lights from the news media were rolling right at them as they stepped out of the car. Mara was leading ahead of him but Marcus tapped her wrist
The entire crowd was gasping at the sight of him, no one really wanted to socialize with him. “You do not seem so pleased to see me,” Magnus spoke with a sarcastic gleam in his eyes, “I mean, I know we are rivalries but come on, we can put the past behind us, you know and move on.” Marcus was still gazing at him and now his anger grew to a seethed one. Marco could see the discomfort Magnus was causing for everyone and moved closer to the event to take the spotlight and salvage the situation. “You got me locked up with your twisted lies and you thought the law would keep me away forever, ain't it?” Magnus whispered through clenched teeth yet, everyone could his words. “Well, news flash, I still got out!” He groaned proudly and Marcus felt a sting in his heart. How was that even possible? He thought to himself whilst still trying to coin his words for a formal attack on Magnus. “Here you are, holding the mic and about to give a speech that would deceive people into thinking that y
Marcus stood in the ruins of the event hall, staring at the scattered champagne glasses, abandoned tables, and the wilted bouquets meant for a celebration that never happened. The crowd’s murmurs of discontent still echoed faintly in his mind. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of a podium, glaring at the exit Magnus and Lady Theresa had smugly walked through. “Sabotaged right under my nose,” Marcus muttered to himself. Marco approached him cautiously, his brotherly façade barely concealing the growing frustration beneath. “They played you perfectly,” Marco whispered, leaning close. “But don’t let them see you like this. We’ve got damage control to handle.” Mara stepped beside them, her previously radiant face now painted with a mix of confusion and frustration. “What’s the plan now, Marcus? Do we release a statement, try to spin this?” Marcus exhaled heavily, pushing his emotions deep down where they couldn’t interfere with his next move. “No.” His voice was cold. Cal