Hello guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter? Duncan said Karla was cute 🥺 and they almost kissed. I'm sure you guys didn't like the woman that interupted them 😄 Please share your thoughts about them below the comment section. Thank you. 😉
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
As the woman reached Karla, her smile disappeared slowly as Karla jerked up and hissed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Karla asked, roughly. Karla's hand trembled slightly as she held the photograph tightly, her eyes fixed on the woman standing before her. The weight of the past seemed to hang heavily in the air, as they both stood in the room, their emotions palpable. With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, Karla released her grip on the photograph and let it fall onto the bed. It landed with a soft thud, its significance echoing in the silence of the room. She watched as the woman's eyes flickered towards the photograph briefly before returning her gaze to Karla. "It's been long, Karla. I miss you," the woman's voice cracked with emotion, and she instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. Karla's expression remained guarded, her stare unwavering. She absorbed the woman's words, her face displaying a stoic facade. "I don't miss people like you,