'Who exactly is Darius?'This was a question that quite a number of people had about Darius. From his immediate family; his father, step mother and step brother James to even Carla and the entire Morris family, then the Churchills. They all had their reasons for asking this questions since they had known him to be a nobody and just a guy that was below average who couldn't take care of his own family. It was also known how he had looked for money to treat his mother's illness. But now, he suddenly became rich and powerful and his demeanor changed. Everyone was yet to understand the source of this new development and those who treated him wrongly and behaved wickedly towards him were starting to face the consequences and regret it one after the other.Mr Churchill was now beginning to get real wary of Darius. He felt like there was something important that he was ignorant about of concerning Darius.He trotted over to his car with different thoughts lingering in his head, he didn't e
Philip was happy, at the same time he was a bit confused. In the first place, his father wasn't the kind of person to bother himself with these kinds of things. He usually considered them a waste of time. Yes, he might have still reacted how he had been reacting under normal circumstances but this new statement that his father said gave Philip the thought that his father had ulterior motives. "You want to go to their house again?" Philip asked in confusion. "Why not just tell me what I should do? Aren't your hands filled up with a company to handle? You even have a project going on..." Philip stated. "You're not doing this because you want to get Carla back to me right?" Philip asked again upon seeing the expression on his father's face. Mr Churchill didn't want to answer his son's question, but Philip refused to back down without an answer. "You can just choose to see it as me just trying to gain something out of this." His father said with a cold expression on his face. "It woul
It was quite a long meeting. Mr Churchill and his son Philip eventually left some hours later. The father and son duo were both satisfied with how everything had proceeded by the time they left the Morris's house. Carla, who was just returning home from work, entered the house only to meet Madam Felicia seated in the living room. Sure, madam Felicia was always seated there but Carla couldn't help but feel that something was off. "You're back." Madam Felicia greeted with a nod. "Yes, I'm back granny." Carla decided to ignore the feeling she was having and turned to head inside to her room. "There's no need for you to go to the office tomorrow, and the day after that too." Madam Felicia suddenly declared. "What?! Who said so?" Carla blinked in surprise. "I have things to do at the office tomorrow." She added. Madam Felicia turned her head towards Carla with a glare. "Just stay at home like you're told, you can explain to your boss later." She replied. "But I don't recall planning
This weekend? Carla's eyes turned hazy and she felt like she had just been injected with a very tiring laxative. ~THUD~She slumped to the floor after her legs lost all strength and her mind turned into a jumbled mess. "What the hell are you doing on the floor?!" Madam Felicia yelled with a scowl. "This is why I didn't tell you anything at first. You always treat every information like it's bad news, especially when it's concerning matters about your own life." She complained in an annoyed tone. Carla's ears twitched upon hearing the words her grandmother uttered. "Matters about my own life?" She muttered in repeat. Then her face formed into an even deeper scowl than the one on her grandmother's face. "Don't bullshit me you old hag!" She spat with fury and suddenly stood up, the strength had returned to her legs because of the adrenaline fueled anger age was feeling."This has never been about my own life! You're just using me for your own convenience to get what you want. Alway
Philip walked in through the doors wearing his leather jacket and pants with sneakers. He still hadn't changed this mode of dressing that Carla was starting to hate. He strode towards Carla without minding the others who were in the same room and drew close to her. "Wh-What are you trying to do?" Carla stammered in confusion. All Philip did in reply was to take both of her hands in his and pulled her up, startling her as she tried to wriggle free from his firm grasp. Iris who had stood close by took some steps backwards in shock and confusion at the fact that Philip had just walked in. On top of that, the first thing he did was to approach Carla and pull her up to her feet. She didn't even notice Carla trying to wriggle free from Philip. Iris and Irina both watched on in surprise and amazement along with the intrigued gazes of Carla's family as Philip leaned closely to Carla's face... ...and kissed her on the mouth affectionately. "Gasp!" Iris and Irina's breath were caught in th
"Those are harsh words Carla," Hannah interjected with a crease on her forehead. She attempted to look angry and pissed at Carla's words."Haven't I told you over and over again? This is the best thing that we could ever get for you. Don't you think you're being ungrateful to think of it like we're selling you off for anything?" She stated, her voice failing to get the tone of annoyance that she was trying to portray.Carla remained silent as her question had still not been answered. She looked at her grandmother with a questioning gaze, but madam Felicia just calmly returned the look without saying a word.'Did you not hear what your mother just said?' Was what Carla could read from Madam Felicia's lack of reaction. Philip also saw that no one was ready to answer Carla's question and just smiled as he sat up straight."Carla, it looks like your family does not understand your question." He said with a teasing smirk on his face that Carla wanted to smack away, but she restrained hers
"Before Saturday?" Carla repeated with dull eyes. She slowly turned to look at her family members once again with a face that showed betrayal."Yes, Carla." Madam Felicia replied with a sigh. "Mr Churchill isn't interested in waiting and wants everything to be over with as soon as possible so he made an urgent request that it should be fixed for this week." She admitted without showing a hint of remorse. It was like it was something that couldn't be avoided."Do you get it now?" Philip asked with a beaming smile, but Carla just glared at him silently. "You don't have to be shy... I know you're hiding how much you really want this wedding to come and be done with quickly. That's why I insisted on making it so soon." Philip explained with a smug smile on his face.Isn't he getting a bit too over his head? Someone in the room thought. It was evident at this point that Carla wasn't in agreement with what was happening. The maid who had thought this just stole a few glances and mildly shoo
"Oh shit!" Johnson, Carla's father exclaimed and dashed towards Carla to catch her in his arms before she hit her head on any hard surface.Philip's smile had frozen on his face as he couldn't contemplate what had just happened. He looked at Carla and Johnson in confusion before he eventually fixed his facial expression and stood up to ask questions about what happened. But he was beaten to it."Are you okay Carla?" Iris, the wedding planner had rushed to her side along with her assistant and asked in a worried tone."Why did she fall to the ground?" Philip asked in puzzlement. He had really been expecting Carla to respond with a brights smile saying "thank you" or at least she was supposed to show a kind of relief that she had been freed from work.But, she had slumped to the ground. Philip wondered if it was out of joyous shock or something else. His face was crumpled in confusion.~sob~ Carla sobbed silently."Why the hell are you crying?" Philip exclaimed once again. No one had an