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
Madam Felicia absolutely refused to let Carla go."Didn't Philip say that he has turned in a resignation letter for you?" She snarled."It doesn't matter. I just want to check a few things at the office." Carla replied half-heartedly."For what reason?" Madam Felicia retorted. "I'm not allowing you to go there!" She stated firmly."I wasn't asking for your permission!" Carla rebutted firmly with a stubborn gaze of her own and proceeded to walk out of the house like nothing had happened."Stop there Carla!" Madam Felicia yelled at her but Carla didn't even pretend to hear her and continued going till she was out of the road."Damn that little brat!" Madam Felicia gritted her teeth frustratingly. "Johnson!" She yelled out to call her son. But she got no reply."Johnson!" She yelled again before she remembered that a maid was nearby who could help her call him."Why are you standing there watching me shout?" She glared at the maid furiously. "Go and get Johnson for me immediately!" She o
"Can't I just sleep like this forever?" Carla mumbled after she woke up from her sleep. The life she was living these days wasn't the kind of life she could wake up to feeling excited about each day. She detested her current circumstances.She had woken quite early and so she could still stay in bed for a while. She tried very hard to invoke the sleep once again but she failed miserably. Her thoughts were all over the place.'I wonder what Darius will do if he hears of the wedding plans.' She thought to herself while glaring at the ceiling. She really wondered what Darius would say about the current situation. Would he be angry? Would he be indifferent? Would he want to scatter it all? She wasn't sure.He had promised to take revenge on everyone. This was something that Carla still hadn't forgotten. She felt like it was an empty threat but then she had heard the reports of how he had locked his Father and step family in jail. Would he be able to throw Philip into jail?"Miss Carla.."
A few days before the wedding."Let me see the letter Philip submitted to you." Darius demanded. He was talking to Maxwell who had just come in to his office to report what had happened with Philip."Yes, young master." Maxwell handed over the piece of document with him to Darius.Darius flipped it open and read it. "Letter of resignation?" He looked up at Maxwell's face in confusion.Maxwell pushed up his glasses nervously. "I also don't understand the situation, young master." He awkwardly replied. "But Carla hasn't been in the office too either. Do you think she agreed with Philip to do this sir?""I don't think so." Darius replied with a complicated expression on his face. "I don't see any reason for Carla to do something like that. If she wanted to resign, them she would have submitted it herself." He said while being confident in his theory.The only reason Darius was able to come to this conclusion was because he knew Carla to an extent."Besides..." Darius continued. "She woul