Chapter 2
Williams watched her go, too stunned to even rush after her.
It was her!
All angelic five foot nine beauty of her. He would never forget that long golden hair…those emerald green eyes that were always filled with a spark. That serene face that always held a smile.
Natasha…His first crush, the first and only woman who ever fully captured his heart.
But of course, it couldn’t be her. This woman was far younger and slimmer around the edges.
And Williams had watched Natasha die. She’d breathed her last while he cuddled her to his aching chest and cried.
But the resemblance was uncanny. Too real and potent to simply ignore. That was why he’d let the street car driver pick her up in the first place.
Williams had found out long ago that an hour in here, just driving around the city did a lot of mind calming. He was able to think clearly, to get even the barest of minutes where he felt at peace.
So he’d taken over the city’s shuttle company, and commandeered one of the street cars for his own use. He made sure to make use of it at least once a week.
After his morning jog around the estate, he had gone to work but soon found himself loosing concentration. His mind just couldn’t settle down to do anything useful. He had endured it for a whole hour before deciding to leave for his weekly ritual.
Then thirty minutes into the ride, he had seen an angel standing along the curb. Her hair billowing in the wind behind her and her slender arms wrapped around her front as if she was cold or frightened.
And he’d signaled the driver to let her in just so he could have a better look.
She turned out to be a ghost in a white dress.
He had watched her go. It was best for everyone if he didn’t get involved with her. He was bad news. He was a dead man walking. All the money in the world, which he sort of had, wouldn’t change that.
But he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He had to know.
“Stop the car.” He heard himself saying.
“Yes, boss.” Said Sammy, the driver. He pulled to a stop along the curb, in front of a boutique complex.
“Do you know who she is?” asked Williams.
“I’m afraid I know very little, sir.”
Williams would’ve paid millions in pounds for whatever little he could learn about the strangely familiar girl. “Go on.”
“Her name is Celine. She started appearing on my route three months ago, and she only leaves home for work every morning at 11 and returns late into the night.”
There it was. She was definitely not related in any way to Natasha.
He took in a deep breath of relief, the knot in his stomach loosening just a little.
“She works at the Carmollete ?” said Williams after taking a moment to digest that.
“Yes.” Sammy nodded. “She lives alone, never goes out and never brings anyone home. She doesn’t own a phone, or credit card. Always gives the mandatory monthly pound in cash.”
Williams shifted uneasily in the seat. Sammy had been wrong. Whatever little he knew about her said a lot.
The strange girl that caught his attention now appeared soft and lonely.
Even more intriguing than before…
He felt a tugging in his chest. The need to protect her. To know her.
His phone vibrated in the breast pocket of his suit. This was the fifth time it was ringing since he got on the street car.
But he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. Not yet.
“when did you say she gets off work?” asked Williams.
“At 9. She’s always waiting at the stop at 9:10.”
Williams motioned for him to turn the car back on.
A plan was forming in his head. A way to meet her again. He knew it was wrong, impractical. But he was Dying. And time wasn’t on his side.
His phone vibrated again, but this time he reluctantly pulled it out to answer.
“Sir Williams?” said the voice of Greta, his mother’s steward.
Williams sat straighter immediately. “What’s wrong?”
She was sobbing loudly as she replied. “It’s ma’am Elizabeth. She…She…I found her slumped in the kitchen.”
His heart began to race. “Have you called an ambulance? Is she ok?”
“Yes, I called an ambulance. We are on the way to the hospital.” Greta let out a shivering cry. “She looked so pale and still…I thought she was dead! She wasn’t breathing. If I hadn’t found her on time…”
“Try to calm down, Greta. She’s going to be fine. I’ll meet you at the hospital.”
“Ok, sir.”
“Where are the paramedics taking her?”
“St. Avery. I told them that’s where she does her medical check ups.”
Williams nodded, more to himself than her. “Don’t leave her side. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Williams cut the call and dialed St. Avery Hale clinic, the city’s foremost health center. Because his mother already had steady records there, it was easy for him to alert their emergency services to meet the ambulance once it arrived. His status in the country helped as well.
It took him five minutes to get back to where he had parked his car and half that to reach the hospital. By then his mother had already been brought in and admitted into a private room.
He found Greta in the waiting lounge of the private floor. Slim and petite with a face that always bore a smile, Greta had worked for Elizabeth since they were both young ladies. As Williams hadn’t failed to notice, They were more like sisters than anything else now.
She was pacing around in anxiety, her face still tearful when he walked in.
“Sir Williams!”
“My mother…is she alright?”
Greta nodded. “The doctors were able to resuscitate her when we arrived, but they still had to wear her a breathing mask.” Her face was red from all the strain of her fear. “They have been in there since then.”
The double doors of the ward pushed open and the doctor in his normal white lab coat stepped out. Greta rushed to him and began to fire off questions. The man simply smiled at her calmly and patted her shoulders.
“She’s doing perfectly now. Maybe after a few hours of rest you’ll get to see her.”
The relief that Williams felt at this words spread over Greta’s face as well.
“Thank you so much, doctor.”
He smiled at her. “I’m just doing my job. And for Elizabeth even more than that. Why don’t you get yourself something to eat at the cafeteria while I have a talk with Williams in my office?”
“I’ll go and prepare something for her to eat when she wakes up.” Spirit lifted, she hurried out of lounge.
The Doctor gave Williams an amused look. “Why do I have the feeling that she is going to return with a truck load of food enough to feed the entire hospital?”
“Her heart is in the right place.” Said Williams. “Hammond, will she be ok?”
Hammond was Williams’s closest friend. They had met in college as roommates freshman year before becoming free with each other. At thirty, he was a little young to be in the position he was at the hospital but had earned his awards, respect and prestige through diligence and discipline.
Their families were close. Or rather, Elizabeth was his mother’s friend. This made the concern on Hammond’s face all the more sincere.
“Let’s have a drink in my office.” Almost same height as Williams, it was easy for Hammond to wrap an arm around his shoulders and steer him away.
Once there, he poured two glasses of something yellow and smiled sheepishly when Williams gave him a bemused look.
“Pineapple juice.”
“Really? Pineapple juice?”
Hammond was still smiling. “You know I don’t drink alcohol at work.” He took a sip from his glass, returned it to the table. “Try it. It’s nice.”
Williams knew he was trying to buy himself more time before revealing what was going on, but he didn’t say it. He picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp. Sweet and chilly, almost calming to his nerves.
“Will she be ok?” He asked again.
There was a long pause before he got a reply.
“I’m sorry to say this, Williams, but it’s bad.”
Williams didn’t look away no matter how much he wanted to.
Hammond let out a sigh and went on. “Elizabeth has a rare heart condition. Details of it are in the report I’ll give to you but the crux of it all is that…it’s bad.”
“Bad? As in fatal?”
Hammond nodded. “I’m really sorry, Williams, but her condition is well beyond that. But with the right medication and treatment, I'm sure we can—"
"How long does my mother have?" asked Williams firmly.
"Not more than a year, give or take." replied Hammond after a sigh of resignation.
Chapter 3.Celine looked up when the great glass front doors of the Carmollete pulled open again.This time it was her boss, Earl Carlson. This was about five hours since she got to work, and two hours left in her shift.He was a slim tall man in his late forties, with a sweet tongue and legs that couldn’t stay in one place for long.She tried to get his attention as he strolled by but he was deep into a conversation on his phone. Earl was always talking.Celine knew she had only a couple of minutes to get to him before he had to leave for somewhere else. Probably to meet one or two of his numerous lady friends—all of them blonde and curvy.But it was a busy evening in the restaurant. An insurance firm was celebrating the anniversary of one of its chairmen, so the place was packed. And rowdy, which wasn’t what anyone would’ve expected from such a reserved bunch.“Two bottles of bourbon to table six. Table six!” called the chief waitress as she hurried over to the bar stand. Despite th
“Where are you taking me to?” Her persistent voice bored through his ears again. Williams grinded his teeth but remained silent. He punched an icon on the electronic dashboard of the Tesla and it accelerated. He was going at 200 mph now. She clutched at the sides of the seat as the increased speed sent her back into it. “Please slow down. You’re going too fast.” He heard her fumbling about before clicking her seat belt in place. But he couldn’t look at her. Wouldn’t dare to. She was just too much to take in at the moment. He had to concentrate on the near empty road and the ache in his chest. Williams’ head pounded like a tolling church bell and his knuckles still throbbed from the fight. He simply needed a few seconds of silence… “I asked you a question! You can’t just pick me up and drive off without telling me what your intended destination is!” “Did I force you to get into the car?” He asked calmly, not even sparing her a glance. Something burned in his chest and he gasped, s
Chapter 5)(The Snow Times; News Flash of the Morning.Head news anchor of the paramount news network in the country, Dalia Barrows, adjusted her round glasses and stared straight at the viewers as she began to read again.“And now, the breaking news of today. CEO of Diamond Empire and also one of the wealthiest men in the world, Williams Herringbone, has at this time been declared missing. His custom made Tesla car was found in the early hours of the morning, parked haphazardly on Avenue bridge in the heart of Frostone. There are no signs of struggle or crash. It was found by college athlete, Fred Lindon during his usual morning jog around the blocks, and he immediately called the city police to take care of the situation. Friends and family members have been contacted, his office called up, but no one has seen or heard from him since 8 p.m. last night.”A brief pause here.“ Williams Herringbone is an extremely private person, and very little is known about his life outside the worl
He was handsome.The stranger, none other than Williams Herringbone. The young business magnate known for his enormous wealth and extreme good looks. She had not had the chance to look at him properly before, what with all the excitement of last night.But now, with him just lying there breathing peacefully, Celine could take him in well. And she couldn’t take off her eyes, or stop the tingling sensation in her chest. He looked of a different breed from the men that revolved around her nowadays.She had seen him on social media news rooms and on bulletin boards. But never so up close and personal. Never within touching distance. And Celine had touched him a lot already. Her palms itched to run down his velvety forearm again. He was simply the most beautifully handsome man she’d ever come across.Though his jet black hair was a little ruffled at the moment, his equally dark lashes framed a chiselled face. A smooth, hairless, TV worthy face with high cheekbones and full lips that begged
“It could be worse.”Williams resisted the urge to sigh in frustration and looked up at her. Actually, well across the sitting room at her.Celine may look like Natasha, she may sound a little like Natasha, but she was different from Natasha in every other way. Like two sides of the same coin.Williams was relieved about this. Celine, despite her face, didn’t bring up memories of Natasha anymore. Not as she had on the street car. Not like when he had woken up this morning. For one moment there he thought he had died and gone to…wherever the other side was called. He thought he was going to be with Natasha again even though it was in the world of the dead. But no. It turned out to be just her talkative, annoying lookalike.They’d been in here for two hours since he woke up to the shock of his life. And Celine had not sat down since then. Or shut up. She had been talking nonstop for hours. To herself, to him, to the house.She saw him looking and went on as if that was encouragement en
The ache in Celine’s stomach felt like a drill was at work in there. She was aware of the reason behind that. Pure dread. Fear.The metal spoons slipped from her sweaty palms and clattered on the table. She sat up straight, and hoped beyond anything that the panic she was feeling was absent from her face.“what are you talking about?”The question sounded wrong even to her own ears. Williams’ face, that strikingly handsome face, was as calm as ever. As if he had just told her about the weather, and not about the beginning of the end of her life.He speared a piece of chicken with his fork and with as much casualness, drew it into his mouth. He even thought it best to take another sip from his mug before fixing those golden eyes on her as he spoke.“Celine Winston didn’t exist until a year ago.” His face hardened. “Who are you?”A mighty blow struck her chest. It was over. He knew everything. Every terrible thing from her life before.He was the wealthiest man in the world. He had all
Celine Winston, not for the first time in the last twenty four hours, was going completely hysterical..“Ok, I was there. I was actually the main victim in all that happened last night. We just need to go to the police and tell them. I remember everything.” Her movement was feverish as she paced about the room. “Vaughn and his bloody buster of a friend ambushed me in the alley. He pulled out a gun and threatened me with it. You showed up out of the shadows to defend me, which I’m grateful for. You went into Jackie Chan mode. Moving with a speed that betrayed every law of physics I still remember from high school, you collected the gun from Vaughn and superkicked him into next year. His friend came at you screaming murder but you knocked him out with strategic strikes all over his body. They were fine, but unconscious. I made sure of that before you drove us away in your Tesla that costs as much as some third world countries. Then you decided to pass out on the wheel and I had to bring
Williams Herringbone had never been so confused in his entire life. No, never had he been both irked and excited by anyone to this extent. This strange woman was doing exactly that. Celine, the Natasha lookalike of all people. He had kissed her. He had moved towards her as if being controlled by an invisible force and given in to that primal urge to know what her full red lips felt like…what her sharp tongue tasted like. He wanted to kiss her again. Dear God, he wanted to kiss every inch of her pale skin. Suck on her delicate neck and run his fingers down the center of her chest. Sitting beside her on the bed in such a secluded room had sent the wrong message to his groin, making him go hard. That was why he had fled the room the moment he made the call. But why? Why did she make him feel this way? He knew nothing about who she truly was. He didn’t even know she existed until yesterday morning. What could be making him loose control in front of her? She simply looked like his first