"It's just how things work out, right? I mean, what can we do?"Doris was saying to the blonde lady beside her in the restaurant, cups of hot coffee sitting before them.Tori frowned slightly, her fine face contorted into a befuddled glare. "So, you're just going to divorce him?" She asked, raising a brow. Doris thought for a while. "Well, I don't know. Maybe?" "Are you asking me that, really? Don't you love your husband any more?" "I do. I mean... I think I do. We, uh... We've decided to keep things on a low. Like a pause." There it was again. Another frown on Tori's face. "You would stop the jolly relationship with a pause?" "Jolly?" She scoffed at the sound of the word. "It's not jolly anymore, Tori--uh, I mean, Ms Tori, or Lawyers?... I'm sorry," "It's fine. Really, just call me Tori." She gave a warm smile. "Can I tell you a secret?" Doris said, chuckling. "Sure." Her eyes lit up in amusement. More like in anticipation. "I think I still love him." She was grinning wildly
Evelyn's lips parted for words to come out, but they just wouldn't. There was almost nothing to say. But she had to overcome that bastard of a child. "What nonsense are you saying?" She found herself saying at last, and the younger woman smiled in a sinister manner. "So it is true. I've always imagined what sort of dirty play it was when I first found out from my source. Apparently, it is confirmed to be true by this funny ugly face you're making right now." "I honestly have no idea what it is that you're saying." Evelyn said, yet she couldn't meet her eyes. "So you better be getting on your way now. Don't waste your time.""Oh I don't think I will be. But, it must be really--" The door creaked open, and Owen walked in. His eyes widened as he saw Ronnie Anne seated in their living room. He searched for air but his heart seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. "Mother, what is she doing here?" The smile on the younger woman's face grew even brighter. "Oh, hey Owen. Your mother and
It was a chilly Monday morning, and Doris was heading straight to a cooking school. She and her husband had a calm conversation the night before, and she had specifically mentioned to Nathan that she wanted to work. To do anything and not just stay at home all day. Nathan had agreed, and mentioned that since she loved baking, she could go to a catering school instead. There were two most prestigious schools in Ettavile and Nathan promised her an easy access to one, mentioning that one of his colleagues owned the place. With a heavy breath, she walked into the fine building. Two hours later and she had already settled in. She was deeply happy for a lot of reasons, and more than half of her happiness was because of Nathan. She was still smiling like a baby when her phone rang. Instantly, she brought it to her face and saw it was Ronnie Anne calling. Terror gripped her hearth tight as she wondered what the bitch wanted with her again. Ronnie Anne had been her friend since she was a c
Ronnie Anne went back to visit Evelyn for a little chat. She had texted her, stating that she would be coming over, and Evelyn had been prepared.Her eyes and ears—some goons of hers—had dug up quite some evidence that she would use to attack this wretched woman.The younger woman had been a staff member of Pedro's restaurant, and since he was still wrapped tight around her fingers, she would only ask Pedro to fire her. Plus, there were other sources where this young woman fed on, and all Evelyn had to do was simply cut them off.After all, there wasn't any human that could survive with no money, job, food and shelter in the expensive city of Ettavile. That particular noon, she'd already asked Owen to excuse her, stating that she had a very important guest arriving and she wanted to get all of the privacy that she could get.Since her husband would not return in a month' time, and Doris was already married, living with Nathan, Owen was always the only one who bothered her.After lucki
Thomas Castiel was a man of high standards. He was a sixty four years old man with quite a healthy body. Brown eyes stared suspiciously at his wife and son. What were they saying?"Are you all instantly deaf?"Evelyn's mind suddenly came back. "Uh, hi. You're home.""Y-yea father. You came home early," Owen said, hurrying to help his father unpack."None of you have given me any reply yet." The man said again."Nothing. Uh, we were talking about Doris' marriage."Thomas casually walked towards the couch and took his seat. "She's still with that dumbass broke man?""Right!" Evelyn rushed and sat beside her husband, helping him unbutton his shirt. "Our daughter can be such a silly moron sometime." ✩★✩Nathan frowned as he sat still in the car, thinking about Fernando and his secret spy granddaughter, Tori. What the fuck! All this while, he'd been working with her. She had been secretly sent to guard him. What had Fernando taken him for? He was a full grown adult. How could he even ri
"Doris, it's been a week now and you're still mad at me." Nathan said as he prepared for work that Monday morning. "Today's December second, before you know it, it's Christmas. Come on, love."Doris didn't reveal any expression on her face, although she was very focused. One time when Tori and her had chatted, she did mention she started to watch her husband's dressing. Back then, Doris hadn't noticed the exact reason behind that comment.Now, she began to observe. Nathan was the fucking CEO! Of course he needed to dress fine and look good all the time.He was in a blue suit, no tie, no bow whatsoever. His hair was a total mess and the only thing she could say attracted him over to her, was the seductive scent of lavender on him. That was it. She took a bright colored tie and carefully folded it into her purse. He would need it. Obviously. "Doris, I'm sor--""You should do something about your hair," was the reply Doris made. Nathan flashed a furrowed brow at her, but she ignored and
Nathan had been home quite early that day, a little past six. He texted Doris on his way home that he had a surprise for her. Then, branched at a supermarket to get some food ingredients. He would be preparing spaghetti and meatballs, along with some other interesting side dishes. Doris glared intensely at the ingredients on the kitchen table, then returned her gaze to her husband's grinning face. "Seriously? sautéed green beans, cucumber and vinegar salad, and oven garlic bread?" She asked with a slight frown on her face. Nathan chucked. "Don't forget the chocolate molten cake for dessert. It's gonna be awesome." "Nathan, that's all too much. Besides, when was the last you made... Any of these?" "I can handle it. We," he said pointing a finger at himself, then at her, "can handle it. It'll be fun, come on. You did promise me that you're willing to give us a chance again." His eyes opened a little wide, and eyebrows were slightly raised, as he stuck his bottom lip out, while tilti
Tuesday morning came, and Nathan was smiling all the way to work... Blushing actually. He and his wife had spent a romantic moment the night before and Nathan almost wished he didn't have to go to work that morning.Little did he know that his presence at work that day had been completely necessary. Tori slid into his office, her whole face contorted into a big frown. "We have a problem."After taking her seat, she began to spill. "It's Manuel. He's taking it too far. Here," she revealed to him the news spreading on their company's website. The headline read as follow:'TMN insurance firm's CEO, Nathan Anakin is not who you think he is.'Then it further read:'The young man is incompetent and no one could really blame him since he is such a young man with no experience whatsoever in the field of business. He used to be a lowlife beggar until the position became his. How did the position even become his in the first place?How much do you really know about the imposter; Nathan Anakin?'