“He’s… he’s…”
“Speak!” he yelled at Mari, who was struggling to catch her breath. “Your brother…”
“What happened to my brother?” Damien asked, his voice rising.
“He’s here.”
“What?!” His eyes widened in shock. “That bastard!” he cursed. “What in the world is he looking for?” He frantically began looking for something to cover his current physical state.
Kyle walked past the guards who tried to delay him in the sitting room, brushing past them without paying attention to their obvious scheme. He barged into the room where his brother was with his right-hand man.
“Kyle?” Damien feigned nonchalance.
“Hey, bro,” Kyle waved, looking around suspiciously, but nothing seemed off. His brother was sitting on the bed, casually laughing with Mari.
He strode in and sat on the sofa.
“What are you doing here?” Damien asked, standing up to join him on the sofa.
“Can’t I visit my brother? Don’t you miss me?”
Damien rolled his eyes, maintaining his composure. “I don’t. We speak every day.”
“Doesn’t count,” Kyle replied, cross-legged. “I was worried about you. You’re not the type to fall ill.”
“I wasn’t ill, just a little bit stressed out.”
“Regardless, I’m here now,” Kyle said, feeling at home, and gestured to Mari to get him vodka.
“How’s business? Topping the charts as always?” Damien asked the moment they were alone.
“Like you said, as always,” he replied proudly.
“Anything of interest?”
“Not… really?” he hesitated as the image of her flashed across his mind, causing him to smile.
“Hmmm, that smile isn’t from nothing. Tell me, what’s going on?” Damien pressed.
He sighed. “Just some moments of things getting stirred, but my hands can’t reach it. It seems so far away.”
“What can be so far away from the mighty Kyle’s grip? I can’t seem to think of any,” Damien remarked.
“Well, there are some things that might be unreachable.”
“That shouldn’t settle with you. Be it power, connection, wealth, women-there’s nothing you can’t achieve.”
“Well, there’s one of them, especially, that is so far away…”
“Draw it closer. When you set your mind to achieving something, you’ll get it. Whether momentarily or not, draw it closer until you get it. And do it legally or illegally.”
“Legally, or illegally?” Kyle asked, raising his brow.
“Yes, or else you might regret it, because you can’t tell-it might be supposed to be yours originally.”
The words stuck in his mind, replaying over and over. He thought of her again, the woman who shone so brightly that night, taking his breath away and causing him sleepless nights as he couldn’t get her off his mind. The woman who belonged to his rival. Clarisse Hamilton.
He’s right. Something might be supposed to be ours originally. Who said married people don’t divorce? he thought to himself. Different plots began to run through his mind. She’s mine, he grinned at the thought.
Gael drove to Christian’s mansion. He had gone to his office and was told that he wasn’t there. After waiting for a few minutes, he was informed by the secretary, who reached out to her boss, that he wouldn’t be coming to work that day. Gael decided to surprise him at home instead, and here he was, standing in front of the mansion, smiling.
“Surprise visit,” he smirked and walked towards the building. The moment he opened the door, he nearly bumped into a lady who moved back in reflex. Their eyes met.
“You!”
With a shout, they pointed at each other, their eyes wide open and jaws dropped. Gael jumped back when he saw the bucket of mopping water in front of her again, reminded of their previous encounter.
“What are you doing here?” he asked in shock.
“Are you stalking me?” she replied with an accusatory tone.
Gael scoffed in disbelief. “Stalk you?” He eyed her and noticed the maid’s uniform she wore. The coincidence hit him. He walked inside, pushing her aside, causing her to scowl at him.
“What’s your name again? Yellow? Pink? Remind me,” he asked mockingly.
“Who are you to demand my name? If you don’t stop, I will report you to security.”
“I don’t think you’ll want to do that.”
“Watch me,” she said, making to leave when he rushed to pull her back, tripping over his feet and falling right on top of her.
She winced in pain as her back hit the ground with him on top of her. The bucket fell, and the dirty water splashed across the tile. Gael lifted his head slightly and met her beautiful black eyes, captivated by how dark and beautiful they were. Slowly, his gaze moved down to her pink, soft-looking lips, which parted slightly.
She was annoyed at first, but when their eyes locked, she found herself lost in them. She noticed his gaze on her lips, and the sensation caused heat to surge through her.
“Are you a kid? Tripping over your own feet like a baby?” she yelled, breathing heavily. Quickly, she grabbed the mop and began cleaning up the water on the floor. “I was trying to save you.”
“Save me?” she scoffed at his ridiculous statement. “Save me from what?”
“Save you from losing your job, because right now, I have the power to make you lose it.”
Blue burst into laughter. “I see. The last experience didn’t teach you a lesson, did it? That’s why you’re stalking me and still have the guts to say such stupid, foolish words. Wait until you end up behind bars,” she said, and then screamed, startling Gael.
“Hey! Hey! Stop screaming!” he tried to hush her, but she kept screaming, drawing the attention of the maids and the chief maid. She gave him a mischievous smile when they were all gathered, clearly pleased to be dealing with him.
“What’s wrong, Blue?” Clinton asked, looking disturbed. “Why did you scream like that?”
Gael was surprised when he saw how quickly she switched her expression to one of fear, pointing at him. That’s when Clinton noticed him.
“Sir Gael?” Clinton called in surprise, rushing to his side and bowing before him, leaving Blue with a look of confusion.
“Mr. Clinton,” Gael grinned, “you followed that boy here again?”
Clinton giggled. “I desire to tend to his needs.”
“Or your desire to spy for grandfather,” Gael teased.
“I never said that,” Clinton replied, smiling, and turned to Blue. “Bow, he’s the master’s younger brother.”
At that moment, Blue’s hands went numb, and the mop fell to the ground.
“Bro… brother?” she stammered, beyond shocked and speechless. She felt her blood drain to her feet.
“Yes,” Gael confirmed.
Unable to speak, she quickly bowed her head.
“And why were you screaming?” he asked.
Blue trembled. She realized why Gael had said he had the power to keep her job, and with everything she had done, she felt as if she should fall to her knees and beg for mercy. She bit her lip, scolding herself silently.
“Can’t you talk?” Gael pressed.
“Um… she saw a bug, that’s why,” Gael lied to Clinton, turning to look back at Blue. He gave her a devilish smile, one that made it clear she was in deep trouble.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.