Epic 1 It was a chilly morning; the rain had drenched the earth during the early hours, leaving behind droplets that glistened on leaves and rooftops. Juris Jones Celestine lay restlessly in bed, his mind preoccupied with office affairs. He watched the raindrops slide down his window, each one a tiny, shimmering sphere. Though it had been four years since he handed the reins of his business to his son, Peter Celestine, Juris couldn't shake the lingering unease that plagued him. With a heavy sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slipped his feet into his slippers, the cold tiles sending a shiver through him. Juris shuffled to the balcony, where he caught sight of Peter, briefcase in hand, climbing into his sleek, black Porsche. Peter, a former army officer and the current CEO of Wealth Club was the eldest son of Juris Jones. Peter kept track of the time, frequently glancing at his watch. As soon as he stepped into the office, a cold chill washed over him, prompting hi
Epic 2 Jessy swung her legs patiently while waiting for her mother to return. As soon as she spotted the bag in Nora's hand, she rushed to grab it. "Did Grandpa Joe send this?" she asked innocently. Nora paused, her gaze fixed on her daughter's eager expression. "Yes, sweetie, he did," she replied softly. Jessy excitedly tore at the packaging, eventually revealing the treasure inside. "Cookies!" she exclaimed with delight. "Thank you, Mummy!" Nora took a deep breath, forcing a polite smile. A hint of unease lingered in her eyes, though her voice remained steady. "You're welcome," she said, her apprehension masked by a practised calmness. "Quickly, hurry up, Jessy," Nora urged, glancing at the wall clock. "We need to get going. I don't want to be late for my shift at the coffee shop." Jessy savoured every bite of the cookies, her fingers stained with chocolate, seemingly uninterested in leaving any crumbs behind or returning home. Nora watched her daughter with a mixture of affect
Epic 3 Peter awoke to a sense of foreboding, the weight of Lisa's demand hanging over him like a storm cloud. As he checked his phone, her message glared back at him, the word 'maid' looming like an insurmountable challenge. He knew fulfilling her request would bring complications, but he had to face it head-on. With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, bracing for another day of Lisa's unpredictable whims. "I need a maid. Get me one," Peter's voice echoed in the room as he ambled to the restroom after ending a call with Ethan. The taste of toothpaste filled his mouth, and as he gazed into the mirror, Lisa's reflection repeated in his mind like a broken record. His brushing became more aggressive with each stroke. "Ouch!" Peter yelped, quickly pulling the brush from his mouth. His gums were bleeding, and he hastily rinsed the blood away. "Ouch," he exclaimed again, dabbing at the tender spot. ************ Peter's driver was ready to take him to the office. As he entered the
Epic 4 Peter awoke four hours later, his stomach grumbling. He was ravenous; it felt like his intestines were desperate for sustenance. Finding the kitchen empty and Lisa nowhere in sight, he assumed she had left. Baffled by the kitchen's bare state, Peter grabbed his phone and ordered some food. Leaving his kitchen he got shocked as he walked past his kitchen mirror only to find his face covered with red Lipstick. “Lisa!”. He yelled annoyed as he went to wash it off, after which he headed to the sitting room to unwind. Peter stood in shock, his legs nearly frozen at the sight of the disarray in his living room. Lisa's laughter filled the air, her attention fully absorbed in the TV series she was watching, oblivious to his presence. Peter took a deep breath, calming himself, and quietly took a seat on the couch. The doorbell echoed through the room, and as Peter rose to answer it, Lisa finally noticed him. "Babe?" she called out, following him to the door. "Oh, food!" Lisa exclaim
Epic 5 Lisa's insistent demand for a maid continued to aggravate Peter the next morning, though he had begun to recognize his own need for one. As he awoke from a night's rest, his stomach rumbling in hunger, he was dismayed to find no food in the house. Gazing at Lisa casually crossing her fine legs in the sitting room while leisurely enjoying the cereal she had prepared for herself, Peter felt a surge of anger. "Babe!" Lisa exclaimed, rushing over to plant a few kisses on Peter's cheek. "I didn't notice you were standing there”, she said. Did you see me in your dreams, huh?”. Lisa whispered seductively as she blushed her lips against Peters. “No breakfast?”. Peter mustered in an angry low tone. Lisa was surprised while looking around the room. “Who are you talking to babe? Did you finally get us a maid”. She said a bit excited but Peters hiss left her speechless as he walked away and went back to his room. Lisa immediately rushed after him but he had already gone into the bath
Epic 6 Having yanked breathlessly, Nora immediately nodded her head “I'll accept the offer, Sir, when I'm I to start work, Sir?”. She let out a bit excited. “You can start today, you can go get your things ready, I'll have Ethan pick you up after work”. Peter whispered, excitedly Nora thanked him and left the car. He kept watching her as her flowered gown bounced at every step she took. Until she was out of sight. Immediately, Nathan ran into the car excitedly. “How did it go boss? Did she accept?”. Furiously Peter turned to face him. “The proposal”. He muttered seeming more excited. “What proposal? I can't believe you did this. I thought she framed it up, though I doubt if she can do that though”. Peter mumbled. “You mean she didn't accept? So why did she walk down to this place if she doesn't love you? She would have just walked away”. Ethan complained. Immediately Peter began reasoning his idea “That's true, if she doesn't love me, why did she come?”. He let out as Ethan b
Epic 7 Lisa's words lingered in the air as Peter took a seat on the sofa, mulling over her accusations. "Does she actually look like me?" he whispered, his mind racing. The room fell silent as Lisa stared at Peter, who seemed lost in thought. She became more confused as she realized he was no longer listening. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked, her voice rising in frustration. "Isn't she your daughter?" But Peter's attention remained elsewhere, his face a mask of confusion and concern. While Peter and Lisa continued to stare into the distance, deep in thought, Nora knocked and then entered the room. Her presence immediately changed the atmosphere, causing Peter to stare at her as if he had seen a ghost. Lisa noticed and disrupted the silence with her harsh tone. "Are you going to talk or not? Why are you in my room?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with anger. Nora felt uncomfortable under Lisa's intense gaze. She apologized meekly, "Sorry, ma'am." "I don't need your
Epic 8 Coming back from work, the scent of Nora's cooking tantalized Peter's senses as he stood at the door, inhaling deeply and letting the delicious aroma fill his nostrils. With his eyes closed in bliss, he suddenly felt a tiny hand grasp his leg, only to open his eyes to see Jessy smiling up at him. "Welcome, Daddy!" she exclaimed, her face beaming with joy. Peter bent down and scooped her up onto his shoulders, cuddling her close. "Hello, my princess. Did you miss Daddy?" he teased playfully, eliciting a nod from Jessy. “I miss Daddy so-so much”. She let out in her tiny voice “Where is mummy?”. Peter mumbled “In the kitchen, she is preparing dinner”. Jessy let out. “How about we go pay her a visit, promise to be quite okay?”. Peter mumbled and immediately Jessy obeyed with a gentle smile. mesmerized by the sight of Nora diligently cooking in the pristine kitchen. He took in the neat rows of utensils, the spotless countertops, and the air filled with the tantalizing arom