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The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty two: The end of us
Vienna arched her brow at him. “How did you ever love me? I don't know, you tell me.” She crossed her arms below her breast.Ivan looked at her as if he was looking at a woman he had never seen before. How did he ever really love her? Was she always like that? Arrogant and careless? “You know… for a while now, I had been considering us breaking off our marriage, this abortion thing was what helped me decide. For over six months I have been thinking about getting a divorce, I even had the papers prepared but I was confused. “I didn't know if it would be a mistake if I handed it to you or not but I have been thinking about it. The way you talk to the helpers around the house and treat them, the way you treat Trevor, the way you act around everyone, do you think you are on top of the world with us beneath you?” He arched his brow at her as he asked. “Fine!” Vienna exclaimed. “I let the power and wealth get to my head but don't you think a divorce is way too much? Isn't this something
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty three: Was it love?
Six months ago, Vienna believed she was on top of the world as she had always done just because she was married to the richest man in the world. This belief alone was what pushed her to do things even she didn't believe she would do. But with all of the money she had now, she could escape from any kind of trouble if she ever found herself in one. Six months ago, she quit her job, saying it was of no use since she had all she could ever wish for. Alfred thought he should interfere since he had a say in all of their lives but he never expected the reaction he got from her. “Mrs Wayne, I say you should rethink this decision because staying at home all day can get really boring at a time in life. And besides, having a job makes you more responsible than people who don't have one.” Vienna arched her brow at him. “What did you just call me?” “Sorry?” Alfred asked confusedly. “What title did you use for me?” She asked him again. “Mrs Wayne…” Alfred responded, still feeling confused b
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty four: The tales of the past
At the dining table after Ivan sent Janet a text…Janet remembered everything she faced after they got married. She had never hoped for a fairy tale happy ending or for them to be forever in love with themselves but she had at least hoped he would not treat her like a stranger in his territory. Since they got married, Ivan always watched her from afar with a look that confused her. A look she wished he didn't wear on his face almost all the time. On cold nights, she was alone with her pillow while he sat alone at their wine bar alone with his alcohol.She stopped herself from shedding a tear at the dining table and managed to keep a straight face. She wasn't going to let his single text warm her heart or at least she wouldn't let him know it did. Ivan noticed how hard she was trying to hide her emotions from playing on her face and he suppressed a laugh. They ate and left to prepare for their daily activities. Ivan went with Romeo to learn how to use a gun properly while Janet a
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty five: Tales of a kiss
Peoples conscience could be a fucking bastard at time. Ivan tossed and turned around in his bed, pleading with his conscience to let him off the hook for that night. His head wasn't working straight and he couldn't even bring his brain to think of a perfect apology to say to Janet. He sat up in bed with his blanket only covering his waist down. His eyes wandered to the alarm on his table by the bed side and he watched the numbers change according to every second that passed by. Nothing was helping and he was tired of having sore eyes and not being able to fall asleep. A low grunt left his mouth as he got out of his bed. A shattered apology was better than none at all. He put on his slippers and walked out of his room. He never visited Janet's room to find out how she had decorated it. He froze by the doorstep with his hand stuck in mid air holding back a knock. Should I just go back to bed? Ge asked himself but responded immediately with a shake of his head. He was there to apo
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty six: Cloud nine
His eyes watched her with so much adoration in his gaze but his hands hesitated on what to do next. She was just standing still in his hands while staring back at him as if expecting him to do something. Ivan knew that much but what kind of thing was she expecting from him? To leave her or to continue. ‘No, I won't be hesitant anymore. I've been holding back from her ever since we got married but it's high time I did things the way she would want it to go.’“I really don't know how to act so… let's do things your own way. Tell me, what do you want me to do?” His brow arched as he asked. Her lips curved into a smile. “Hmm… since you are so naive, I don't mind showing you how it's done.” Ivan let out a soft chuckle. “Not like I'm naive, I just don't know how this is supposed to go. Truth be told, I've always felt this way since the first day we locked gazes or rather the second day we met on our engagement day.” A confused look played on her face. “What way is that?” “I don't kno
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty seven: News of his mother
Ivan took a step forward into the room with Janet following his movement. He walked in and flicked on the lights for a better view of the man made heaven and his eyes took in the details of the enormous room one by one. A dark satin curtain hung from the top of the floor to ceiling window and it glistened like a dark night sky decorated with several blinking stars under the dim light in the room. A golden chandelier hung from the distant ceiling with lights all about it and it dropped down looking so close yet far away.A round golden table stood by the side of the largest bed Ivan had ever seen yet not large enough to take up half of the space in the room. On top of the table was a white lamp shade dimly lit to illuminate the corner where it stood. He walked towards the bed and that was when he realized he was still barefooted. His bare feet tingled from the touch of the fury rug placed at the center of the room and the comfort was unbelievably real. The bed was of the finest mat
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty eight: Search plan
Alfred stumbled backwards as if he had just seen a ghost. His throat felt as dry as ever and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His hands became sweaty too. The air in the hall way seized and he felt as if his heart could stop beating any moment from now. “Mrs Wayne's disappearance…” he muttered to himself, feeling utterly confused and lost. How could she have returned to the house the next day after she was proclaimed dead? “I don't know anything about what Alice is talking about! I mean it!” Alfred's eyes widened as he spoke. Ivan's patience seemed to have completely worn off and there was no holding back anymore. “Stop playing games with me Alfred! I don't care about the reason you have been lying to me for the past seven years and I don't want to know it! Just…” tears filled his eyes as he spoke. “Just tell me where my mother is.” His tone had become softer. “I swear it! I really don’t know where she is or if she is even alive! The doctor himself confirmed that she was d
The hidden heir of Wayne One eighty nine: First impression
Alfred made a promise with himself to make sure he did all he could to find his supposedly dead boss whereabout if she was truly out there. If not for anything, for Ivan's happiness. He was sure nothing would make the young man more happier in the entire world than to be able to meet with his own real mother. Nothing could heal his heart more especially after losing his step mother as well. Every smile Ivan had on his face must have been faked, after everything he had gone through in the short time, it was more than enough to ruin a man's good smile for life. But if anyone was going to be able to restore it, it would be no one else but his mother. “Oh right! Miss Banks breakfast!” He quickened his steps and went down the stairs to address the workers in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone. ***The pleasing aroma of freshly made French toast and scrambled eggs lingered in the dining as they all gathered about the table to have their first meal of the day. Ivan thought
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