Hello guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really don't know but I'm certain some of you got yourself rolling on the floor after seeing Ma'am Luna slap Zinnia and her mother. Both deserved it . 😄😄 So who else do you think deserves something worse than them? I would like to know, in the comment section below, kindly state it, while I work on more fantastic and provoking chapters to release. Please encourage me with your comments or I might break 😣😌. I need to know how my great readers are seeing my story. Also, what do you think is Duncan's next move now? Keep anticipating but just know that this is just the beginning of Duncan Walton seeing his enemies having a taste of their own medicine 😊😊 Thanks so much in advance for the comments. Love y'all 💗💗
Zinnia's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed the shocking scene unfolding before her. Marcus, with his towering figure, stepped forward, reacting quickly to prevent their mother, Laila, from stumbling to the floor after receiving a slap from Ma'am Luna. The force of the impact had caught Laila off guard, and she stood there, frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief. It had been over two decades since Laila had last been slapped by her own mother, and the shock of the situation reverberated through her. She couldn't fathom how a simple act of interceding for her daughter, Zinnia, could elicit such a harsh response. The pain and confusion etched across Laila's face were palpable, and she struggled to collect herself in the aftermath of the unexpected blow. As she opened her mouth to talk, no words came out. As the tension lingered in the air, Zinnia's gaze retracted from her shocked mother and turned towards her grandmother, Ma'am Luna. There was a mixture of disappointment and
Seeing the surprise still in Duncan's face, she went on to clarify about herself."I am Rose Morgan, Ms, Karla's caretaker.""Oh. I see. Well, I had no idea you were Inside.""Sorry if I scared you. I was up, dressing her bed before cleaning the bathroom. I had to do those chores this time because I came in late.""I understand. Karla is drunk and…"Before Duncan could finish talking, Karla jerked, screaming, "No!" They were almost startled. Karla tilted her head and taking a glimpse of Rose's appalled expression, she laughed and said, "Hey, Rose, did you just see a ghost? You look funny with that expression." She giggled and grabbed Duncan's hand. "Jerk, you're still here. Thanks for not leaving me, I will make sure I reduce my frequency of calling you a jerk.""Really?" Duncan muttered, pressing his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing."Yes, I promise. But you should do this, Duncan, stop underrating me and overrating Abigail Waclaw. Nothing special about her." She frowned
Duncan's mischievous smile stretched across his face like a flicker of devilish delight. His eyes sparkled with a wicked glint as he surveyed the stunned expressions of his family members in the dining room. After his audacious statement, he reveled in the chaos he had incited. While Zinnia stood frozen, her face having a mixture of shock and indignation. She struggled to find the right words to express her outrage at Duncan's demeaning remark, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But before she could utter a single word, her mother, Laila, stepped forward to defend her honor."How dare you, you miserable, worthless thing," Laila's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Does my daughter look like a househelp? You'll forever serve this family despite being a part of it, you insignificant fool!" The room fell silent, everyone waiting for Ma'am Luna, the family's matriarch, to intervene. Ma'am Luna with her regal posture and commanding presence, obse
Lady Zelda's face freezes, her eyes widening in shock, as she struggles to register the weight of Luke's words. Her voice trembles as she seeks clarification, desperately clinging to a sliver of hope."What… what do you mean by a 'mere victory'?" She asked, stammering.Luke maintained a calm and composed demeanor, but his words carry an underlying sense of disappointment. And with a sigh, he said, "Yes, sorry to say, ma'am Zelda. I don't think your son is capable of handling the business yet." Lady Zelda's shock intensified, her disbelief etched on her face. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the ornate armchair she was seated in."What? He's a twenty-seven-year-old man, and you say he's incapable?"Luke maintains his professional stance, meeting Lady Zelda's gaze with a hint of sympathy.He firmly said, "You don't know how he lived his life the last two decades. He might be your son and the family's heir, but you should not forget that he's an undergraduate. He's ine
Duncan's heart raced in his chest as he locked eyes with Karla once again. The intensity of their gaze was undeniable, and it seemed as though time stood still at that moment. Karla, taken aback by the palpable tension, could hear the rapid beating of Duncan's heart, a subtle sign of the effect she had on him. Feeling slightly flustered, Duncan broke the eye contact, averting his gaze to regain his composure. He cleared his throat in a slightly awkward and unusual manner, trying to collect his thoughts before responding to Karla's question."W...what do you mean?" Duncan stammered, his voice betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity. Karla, sensing Duncan's unease, spoke cautiously, her eyes fixed on him, searching for answers. "I mean...Uh, I woke up this morning, and I'm just realizing that I maybe got drunk last night. So, did something perhaps take place... between us?" Duncan's mind raced as he tried to gather his thoughts. He vividly remembered the events of the previous n
Abigail took a step back, her eyes widening in astonishment as she processed the situation. She couldn't understand why Duncan had chosen not to tell Karla the truth, somehow hurting her feelings too in the process. It puzzled her, and she found herself questioning Duncan's motives. Could it be that he had feelings for Karla? The thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to entertain the idea further. Instead, Abigail mustered a smile and decided not to let this confusion ruin her day. She didn't want to bring up the topic and risk souring their time together. She hoped that there was nothing more between Duncan and Karla, and she wanted to maintain her positive outlook. Duncan, noticing her smile, asked, "So, shall we?" He gestured towards the door, indicating that they should move forward with their plans. Abigail nodded, accepting his invitation, and they began walking towards the door. As they entered the house, Abigail pushed the thoughts about Du
Abigail slowly opened her weary eyes after the heavy wooden door of her room clicked shut. The weight of her pretense had become too much to bear, and despair clung to her like a suffocating shroud. Her feet carried her to the window, where she pulled back the curtain with trembling hands. A glimmer of hope danced within her as she yearned for a glimpse of Duncan who she had failed to convince to stay. She hoped to catch a final glimpse of his face and go to bed with it. But all that greeted her was the serene sight of the empty street road, bathed in the gentle glow of the setting sun. A sigh escaped Abigail's lips as she felt the weight of her failure settle deeper within her chest. The realization that her efforts had been in vain coursed through her, igniting a spark of desolation. She felt the absence of Duncan like a void, an ache that gnawed at her soul. In search of solace, Abigail turned her gaze to the study desk adjacent to her room. Its surface held remnants of her
Zinnia's eyes were a striking shade of chestnut brown, framed by long, thick lashes that accentuated their intensity. They were known to capture attention and leave a lasting impression on anyone who met her. However, at this particular moment, her eyes grew wide with shock and disbelief as she witnessed the water spreading across the part of the living room she had just painstakingly cleaned. A mixture of frustration and astonishment flickered in her gaze as she watched the water flow away, undoing her efforts. Duncan wore a smug grin on his face, his satisfaction evident as he observed her reaction. Zinnia's face contorted with a combination of anger and disbelief, her brows furrowing and her lips pursing. "So, Zinnia, I had no idea that you would enjoy cleaning this much on your first day of cleaning since you came into this world. So clean this room up all over again and enjoy it. The defiance in her eyes was evident as she glared at him, her gaze filled with a fiery determi