NARRATIVE Like any other weekend in most wealthy homes, family members of the Grey's household were engaged in diverse individual activities of their choices. While Ashton was out with friends, Imogen still lay in bed sulking from the previous day's incident. Harriet had just stride out of her room but stopped right at the balcony, placing a hand on the railing as she stared with contempt at Scarlett_who was walking across the living room towards the family's music room. Her black hair was in a messy bun with several strands falling over her face and she's dressed in a big white round-neck shirt, dark-blue denim and fluffy white flip-flops. Scarlett didn't seem to notice anyone looking at her as she walked in high spirits, towards the music room. Briefly, she ran a hand over the exquisite piano in the living room before she walked off. Because she wanted a private time, she wasn't going to play piano at the living room. Harriet who'd been watching her all the while s
NARRATIVE Cora smiled through the tears running down her cheeks in torrents, as she stared at the love letters she'd written since several years for Ashton but was rejected and sent back to her. She was sitting in her room chair, the pile of letters on the table before her. An ashtray nearby and a lighter on it. She hadn't taken up her window blinds, neither was the light turned on so her room was dark. Except for the small bedside lamp that she'd left on since the previous night. As Cora stared at her letters somberly, she finally came to a conclusion. She'd tried her best to win Ashton's love. She's been trying for several years now but her attempt never blossom even the smallest of result. Picking up several of the colored envelopes_which contained her numerous love letters to him, she lit up the lighter and slowly placed the yellow flame on the paper, holding it above the ashtray. And as she watched the flame consumed them to ash, she wiped her eyes_which doesn't se
NARRATIVE Several minutes later, Imogen slowly stood up from the floor, slightly out of her dazed state. She stared at her sleeping mother for a while and wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Mom, I can't bear to see you in such a state. I must find out what's going on and if it has to do with Scarlett, I wouldn't mind doing whatever it takes to drive her away from here. I can't let you continue like this." She slowly muttered. Not long afterwards, Imogen walked to the door and opened it. The moment she was outside, she stared briefly at the spare key in her hand before she proceeded to lock the room door with it. Her mother wouldn't find out yet, that she was in her room. As she walked wobbly down the stairs while supporting herself with a hand on the banister, she suddenly paused. The melodious unfamiliar tune coming from the direction of the music room made her realize someone was there. "Ashton's at it again." She sighed and attempted to walk off when a thought
ASHTON'S POV "Logan mentioned that he already met your elder sister and she's damn pretty. When are you gonna introduce us too?" Dexter said with a chuckle as he moved to the side of the snooker table and kicked a small white ball with his cue stick. It collided with several others and straight way entered a hole. "Your turn." He grinned at me, leaning his cue on his shoulder. "You have no idea how pretty she is." I smiled and positioned to play. Glancing up at him from my bent position, I added. "You boys keep your eyes off my sister." Now returning my gaze to a ball and focusing my cue on it as I kicked it and just like Dexter's, it collided against others and rolled straight into a hole. "Ay! Look at that!" I heard Rhys said from behind us, clicking his tongue afterwards. "Logan you're right. Ash has become really protective more than ever before." He added and they laughed. "But seriously Ash, your sister's really gorgeous_just like a dazzling fairy. You'd be having a
JAMIE'S POV Staring at my daughter as she cried bitterly before me, I knew greatly how much I've messed things up. She's my daughter too. I should have treated her differently. However, because she acts exactly in the manner Harriet does, it's almost impossible to think she could be different. "Imogen, I'm sorry." I said slowly and she stared through her tears at me. "I know you're different. Although, I can't tell you the reason I and your Mom are like this. What she did has long bore a deep hole in my heart even before you and Ashton were born. But notwithstanding, I shouldn't treat you that way. You're right, you're Imogen my precious daughter. You're NOT your mother. I really hope you can forgive me." "Dad..." Imogen sobbed.IMOGEN’S POV I can’t believe the way I’m feeling at this moment. Initially, I’ve always envisioned the moment Dad would one day apologize to me for all the previous mistreatments he’s shown towards me. And finally, that moment’s here. Earlier
NARRATIVE Jamie Grey cleared his throat once more and continued. "What I'm about to say may not be so pleasant to you but..." "Is this about Scarlett?" Imogen interrupted, narrowing her eyes at her father. His gaze softened as he watched her closely, seeing a brief flash of fury in her eyes. He was yet to give a response when she slowly nodded. "I'd rather not hear it then," Jamie Grey watched helplessly as she grabbed her purse bag and stood up to leave but-- "Sit down, Imogen." Ashton's voice was low yet commanding and Imogen reluctantly obliged. "I'm sure this is important to us as it is to Father," he added softly, now looking up at the chairman. "Father, can we get on with it?" "Thank you," Jamie Grey offered his son a small smile. And without much words this time, he dropped the bombshell. "I want all my children working at JP's Enterprise with me." He said, his words earning Imogen's famous deep frown but he continued anyway. "Imogen," I want you to be committed a
SCARLETT'S POV "Strategic alliance?" I repeated, leaning forward on the couch while raising curious brows at Freya. "Yes, Scarlett." She crossed her legs on the couch and leaned backwards comfortably. "And it's important you have an idea of what this is about before..." "Yeah, I do understand what the term means. But..." "Then that's okay." She smiled. "Really?" "Yes. Like I said before, it's important you have an idea on this topic now, mostly because, JP's Enterprise might be having a strategic alliance with Song and Kwan group soon." She announced and the information easily sank in. This explains it. This explains why KK came to the company himself some time back. "That's some good news," I smiled. "Yes my dear. However there are conditions to be met before Song and Kwan would be willing to partner with JP'S Enterprise." Madame Freya continued and I was curious immediately. "What conditions?" I asked and she took a sip from her tea. "Well, it has to do with the appoin
NARRATIVE Tears ran down Paige's face as she stared weakly around the white painted room. She could hear the sounds of footsteps along the corridor she wouldn't be walking out to again, the bustling and honking sounds of vehicles along the streets fifteen floors down. She smiled tearingly when she felt Harriet's hand on her face, wiping away the tears with a little hanky in between her fingers. 'It's okay Paige, you have to stop crying,' Harriet said pitifully, using her free hand to wipe the tears rolling down her own cheeks. Paige sighed heavily, the pain from her earlier Ceasarean operation still hurt terribly. She smiled and placed a kiss one more time, on the forehead of her little treasure, the sleeping beauty cooed and stirred in Paige's arms and she couldn't withhold herself from letting out a pleased chuckle. Harriet beamed as she watch the adorable mother and daughter. 'She's so adorable and looks just like me, doesn't she?' Paige said, looking over at her best fr