Emily flinched the tone Bash used on her. His eyes held accusation and caution for her. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty, but her cheeks still heated up in embarrassment and terror, and then her eyes enlarged as she realized how effortlessly the man caught her when she was still in disguise, or that was what she thought until her feet touched her false hair. She was supposed to put that on after getting in the car, but her nervousness and worry made her completely forget about checking on her appearance. "Water." Suppressing her fear, Emily again held her water for him, "You need this more than my name." Whatever the officers said about Sebastian, she remembered them still. That transaction from his account would separate her from her sister for life, but she knew he was a businessman, and whatever he did to get that deal from her grandpa. Bash wasn't the first person who tried to destroy her, and he certainly wouldn't be the last person her grandfather lured to bring her to her kn
Emily didn't look back like the other day. Bash expected she would and kept his eyes glued to the bus until he lost sight of the bus. What did she think of herself? That he couldn't make it wherever he wished to without her help? Who asked for her in the first place, anyway? It wouldn't have happened to him if she hadn't chased after him with her heavy steps in the dark until she was out of breath and failed to catch him. Bash snorted coldly at her in his mind and turned his gaze from the road to the taxi to his side. Bash wondered why that man didn't throw those useless cards away or call her back to take them back. But the glow in his eyes was undeniable. Spiked up the curiosity in Bash's mind, and he wished to know what kind of treasure the driver had got in his hand, which had him choose them over the piles of cash in his way for his bravery. Either way, Bash would give him what he deserved, even when the driver pissed him off with his denial to give him a lift to the airport to s
Emily groaned in annoyance at the constant beeping sound of her phone in her hand. It was getting on her nerves. She didn't get a blink of sleep for the whole day when she didn't have to do anything with the packing, unlike the other time she had to hurry up to catch her flight to Brazil before her grandfather forged every piece of evidence and proof she needed to throw a case against the child protection services who denied her every claim to meet her sister after they took them from her home. The authorities were found guilty, and now her team is looking for the person who complained about Emily about their services, but still, the judge opposed giving her guardianship. But still, Emily was going to get that, and her grandpa had to hide on his estate fearing for his. . .life. Even that little partner he lured to destroy her could only count his days in his hospital bed and curse the day he thought about signing a deal with him. Could it be him disturbing her with his calls to her nu
Emily regretted she couldn't refute that day to Bash for insulting her so openly that night in the car, so she imagined it was Bash standing before her again, and she just lashed out without holding back her anger. She didn't sense anything wrong or how the air around her thickened slowly, and Beckett looked angry with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Being a person of the 21st century, it sounds awful in a thousand ways when you look down on a woman or man just because they were somehow weaker or were no match to stand at your level. What do you expect us to do for you, huh? Lick the damn ground you walk on like you are some god, and we will be your followers! This is not a Barbie World, and no girl chooses Ken over...well, Elias!" Emily knew she sounded like a complete narcissist, but she didn't know who to compare with Ken. Besides, the female co-workers liked Elias for his nature, which made her feel less guilty. Glaring at this bratty rival, she raised her voice for one last tim
"Mom? You here?" Bash scowled, not expecting to see his mother in the club owner's cabin. "I heard everything you did." His mother's eyes weren't on him, but her tone made him glare at Julian, whose eyes were anywhere but him. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?" Bash swallowed hard, yet he pretended he didn't know what she was saying. "I didn't hide anything from you. You were aware of everything, especially my dreams for my business. That's something I promised my uncle," His throat felt constricted with emotions. "He was my brother. Of course, I know." She said in reminiscence, but she brushed it off with a cold snort. Bash clenched his hands when her darker shade of green locked with his light emerald; he got the warning there even before she put that in words. "Before I take any legal action against Mr. Iglesias and why you helped him, being well aware of his intentions with the forsaken heiress who had been fighting for a child's custody, I want to know why your gi
"You are taking Julian, and this is the end of the discussion." Bash looked sternly at his mother, who was adamant about going alone to the Iglesias manor where his father and older brother would be. They had just arrived and directly drove to Emmanuel's place, and Bash didn't know why. He wasn't that interested or had the time to spare when his flight was in an hour. "We have talked about it, Sebastian. After what happened here with you, I am not leaving you with- " "You know very well this isn't the first time I have been attacked like that." He said calmly. "It was nothing new, and it happened to all of us and even to you. Don't forget why you divorced my dad. You thought it would work, but it didn't. You have enemies, and I am making mine too. You are aware of how things work in a highly profitable business. You know the risk, but you are still doing this. Please leave it here, mom. I insist. The only thing I want to do is break off the deal. But if you can't, then I will have
It was a hectic week for Bash. He didn't get much rest before meeting the cast of his films for the promotion now in Dallas. So many reporters and their questions couldn't be avoided either, the same way he tried not to be rude to answer the hosts when they brought up the stuff from his personal life that had nothing to do with his profession. The cast members were thrown in a tight spot and tormented, but they managed it like Bash did, changing the matter. "They won't let us catch a break, will they, guys?" Bash questioned absentmindedly, "Is it your fiance again absentmindedly?" "Hell, no." She laughed. "He's okay with it, despite him being a teacher. All problems come from my side. They keep the same thoughts about me as they had when I was in school. People change with time, but dad won't believe that until I get hitched." The girl at her side interjected. "Then do that. What are you waiting for, Amelia?" Amelia scoffed at her co-star, Crystal. "If he tells me, I will fly to Sy
"Did your dad call?" Bash heard his aunt Catherina when he stepped into the backyard garden where all her colony's children played like they usually do after school. The mansion garden had become more like a playground where their parents also came for strolling to keep their eyes on their children. Nobody is allowed to step inside the mansion unless they are family members. "No, but he will be okay." Madeline said, and Bash halted on his steps and hid behind the pillar. But Catherina's gaze didn't waver from a particular boy who couldn't be nine now sitting on a swing away from the rest and ignoring the girls who wanted to sit on his swing like usual. As if he owned that. The kind of cousin Bash got, whom his aunt adopted, reminded Bash so much of him when he was that boy's age. And the kid didn't like his would-be sister-in-law at all. "He better be," Catherina said. "Sebastian has got to clear his name himself. Those pictures were fake that he showed to your family. His direct