Mark had just started to enjoy the drama that has been initiated because of his real identity getting revealed.Even though this wasn't a part of his initial plan, where he only wanted to show up to the board meeting as an investor, he had ended up announcing his full name in front of the shareholders as well as journalists.Still, he couldn't say he regretted this impulsive decision, as he was having quite a bit of fun watching the reactions on the faces of these people who hadn't stopped for a second before insulting his dear wife time and time again. Andrew looked like he had frozen into a statue with his jaw perpetually hanging open like a fly trap, Mariella was simmering with rage, while Moira looked like she had seen a ghost! Although the heated conversation going on between him and Moira could hardly be called banter, one thing was sure, that he was indeed enjoying it as one!Because he had already known for a long time that the day they would come to know about his real iden
Everything in this world has their own identity attached with them, along with several permutations and combinations.And humans are also no exception to this.Like some are sweet and gentle, some are selectively sweet and gentle, with a mixture of cunningness in their demeanor. Some are just naive and too innocent for this world while some are completely opposite of that.Andrew was also one of its kind, because the young heir of the Holmes family was not just dumb; rather, he was a mixture of many qualities which he tried to hide under the garb of his evilness.But the reality was he was not really purely evil- yes, a little cunning, but it was offset by the fact that he was a complete idiot!Meanwhile, Mariella Holmes' nature was completely opposite to that of her grandson.She indeed tried to hide her real self behind the mask of being a kind hearted- intelligent businesswoman who had been holding her family together for decades.But in reality, she was an example of pure evil in
Everyone attending the board meeting had been kept on their toes by the ongoing series of events that had fallen like repeated lighting strikes on an old and hollow tree stump.Nobody had the privilege of knowing what might happen in the next second, and they barely had enough time to process one breaking news when another incident grabbed their attention. People were still reeling with the shock of watching the Chairwoman and the soon- to- be Managing Director be dragged out by the police, when Cassie had pulled another stunt and fallen unconscious right in the middle of the conference hall.Fortunately, Mark had reacted on time; but as if he had seen the Grim Reaper himself, he was adamant on wrapping everything up as soon as possible and getting Cassie out of there.This series of events gave one person the chance to slip away from the conference hall as quietly as possible- although she would inevitably have to face the consequences, it could surely be avoided for the time being!
Cassie spoke, gritting her teeth in anger, “Saying that you have reasons to hide it doesn't make you eligible for hiding the most important thing in a relationship…Also known as your identity, Mark Wright-”“Or should I say Marcus Rover?” She added, raising her left eyebrow up.She indeed wanted to trust him, but she found herself unable to do so. No matter how hard she wanted to shake off the doubts in her mind, they still lingered, making her doubt every moment they had spent together. It was not something regarding the love that she had for him, but it was the question of basic trust that she had placed in him. And now, she had suddenly found out that the castle of trust and love which she created in her life was made of sea sand and was ruined by the first wave of the ocean. But the real problem was that she wasn't even sure if it was the first and last wave… or if it was just the beginning of a tsunami. While she was busy in her thoughts, Mark took the opportunity to speak
Moira had never faced this situation ever before, where she was forced to control her rising emotions for so long.Earlier, whenever she had felt like doing something, she had always just gone ahead and done it without hesitation.Either just the Holmes name had been enough to silence anyone who dared to think about confronting her, or her father had taken care of it on her behalf.But for the first time, she was in such a dire situation where she needed Connor's help to escape; and so for the first time, she had bothered to think about the weird and unnecessary concept of consequences. That's why she had been biting back every single sassy retort till now- but on facing his unforgiving relays of sarcasm, she couldn't hold herself back at this point."Thank you for your advice, and since you've been so kind, I'll offer you one in return - if my ship is in danger, then there's no way yours is going to stay afloat for much longer. After all, you know what you've done…"A dark shadow cr
"Who is it? Who is back?" Moira uttered the question in slight confusion.Because as far she knew, the only big and bad thing that had disrupted their life, was the new identity of Mark.Then who could it be, and why was Connor so afraid of this person.Like, what could Mark probably do to him? Unlike Andrew, Connor hadn't even touched him, or tried to assault him. "But what about grandma-" Her thoughts were left hanging in the middle as she heard his voice once again;"The only eye witness of that accident…Anthony…Anthony is back in the city-""An- Anthony… It can't happen! It cannot be happening, no no no… but wait…wait. Grandma… grandma will handle everything like she did earlier. We didn't have to worry last time, so we don't have to worry at all this time. Right-""Moira, come back to your senses!"Connor spoke, interrupting the monologue from Moira. He wanted to speak again, when she jumped in the conversation once again;"She will save us, she will make everything right, she
Moira slowly repeated the words spoken by Connor.She was completely unable to wrap her head around the possibility that the… event from five years ago would be standing in front of her once again, like a repeating nightmare.She remembered each and everything that had happened that day, in detail. And most importantly, she remembered clearly how the events had played a role in steering everything towards pure and utter chaos.She had always been aware of the fact that her grandmother tended to prefer her because she was the daughter of her only daughter.Unlike Cassie, who was her son's second daughter… but that was the first day Cassie had ever earned praise from her grandmother, as she had scored the highest marks in her high school and was eligible to join any college in the city for her further studies.Moira had been so upset that for the first time, she felt ready to go to any extent, only to bring Cassie down from the pedestal she had recently occupied.And for that, she had
In the dimly lit bar, a volatile atmosphere hung heavy, threatening to erupt at any moment after the initiating punch had already landed. Before Matteo could retort, Andrew picked up a bottle from the bar, and smashed it against his shoulder, making him crumple to the floor as he shouted;"That'll show you, you rascal!" Although he had been aiming for the back of his neck, he had missed the target, but it seemed like it had still worked anyway. The patrons, initially gathered for a typical Friday night of drinking and dancing, found that they had become involuntary witnesses to a dramatic confrontation.The storm had already been set into motion by Andrew and Connor, who had responded to the provocation without bothering to know the identity of the person they were targeting.The two were fueled by anger and a misguided sense of justice for defending the dignity of someone who had already lowered herself enough. Stunned and disoriented, Matteo tried to stand up on his own legs, st