Mallory felt like beating herself up.
For years, she'd done a good job hiding the pictures from them. How could she be so careless in one night? She had been too overwhelmed the previous night, she didn't realize when she slept off holding them to her chest. How were the kids up before her?
She perked up and grabbed the pictures from them. Pain squeezed her heart as she gazed at the pictures.
Not knowing what to say, she stood up and went over to the locker to put them away.
"Mum?" Lyra called.
"It's... it's nothing. Alright? He's just an old friend of mummy," she forced the words out, lowering her gaze to the floor.
An awkward silence stretched between them.
"Come on, why don't you go in and get your teeth brushed? I'll just hurry to the kitchen." She led them into the bathroom.
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"Hey," she propped her hands on the table, titling towards Mallory. "You're...?""Miss Harrington," Mallory tried to keep a neutral face as she answered. Did she do something wrong?"No. I meant your first name." Kreeya smiled. Although, the smile looked as fake as a puppet's grin, it got Mallory confused she'd even bother. "Oh. It's... It's Mallory." "I see. How's the job going, Mallory?" The conversation was too unreal, Mallory couldn't conceal the amusement on her face.Kreeya was a mean bossy lady. She had no reason to be kind to Mallory. "Work's going just fine, ma'am. Thanks." She answered, anyway, her gaze beginning to fall. "Oh, it's nothing." She reached for a pen and paper from the table and scribbled down some numbers on it. "I'd really want us to be cool, Mallory. So... what do you think about chatting me up sometime? Let's say... when you have something interesting to tell me? I could be really generous."Right then, her intentions became clear to Mallory. She h
"You really thought I couldn't hear you?" Wilder sighed. "Don't waste my time, Miss Harrington." There was a tinge of impatience in his voice. Mallory anxiously took the card from him, her heart beating louder than the clacking sounds of his shoes and that of the guards combined. Her tongue was tied, and coupled with how fast he walked, she didn't get the chance to thank him. She stood aghast for some seconds, watching him vanish. Her gaze fell to the card which seemed too heavy in her hands. How could he trust her with his card? How did he even overhear her when she'd been whispering?Suddenly, she scoffed when she remembered. Wilder had always been able to overhear her even when she was whispering. She had always pulled his ears for it. She didn't know how it happened, but he'd said her voice had always been too clear to him, even when it wasn't to others. He'd known her that much...Tears rimmed her eyes as she recalled all of it - those times he'd run away from her because he
Sybil Worthington. She reclined in her deluxe dressing room, a crystal glass of deep red wine in her hand as she watched the maid parade a selection of dresses before her for her observation.She was clad in a soft, oversized knit sweater and leggings and had her hair neatly gathered in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her makeup had been wiped off the moment she got home from work. And even without it, she was gorgeous. She had hundreds of designer dresses in her closet. Yet, as the maid showed each dress to her, she began to wonder if she really had enough. It was getting boring. She grunted as she dropped the glass on the floor and stood up. "Don't worry. I'll just order something from Deplexe and have them deliver it to me by morning." She said to the maid before going out of the closet. The maid was bewildered. The young madame had dresses that were too good to be real. How was it she wasn't seeing any to wear yet?Well, Sybil wanted the best for the gala she had to atte
She was invited to the gala? Mallory thought.Mallory had a good guess she'd be invited. But finally getting to see her...It was the first time Mallory was getting to set eyes on her. She arrived in a long black shimmering dress, had makeup that complimented the color of her dress and had her hair packed in a messy bun. Mallory's breath froze for some seconds. The internet wasn't doing justice to this lady. She was much prettier in person. She had a receptive smile on her face as she let the cameramen take pictures of her, although she didn't answer any of the reporters' questions. By the time she headed for the red carpet, Wilder was already done and was about leaving. And that was when their eyes met each other's. Sybil pinned her gaze on Wilder as she halted her strides, using the persistence of the pressmen as an excuse. There was a sudden warmth that crept into her eyes. It got Mallory confused when she noticed the lust-like look in her eyes. Mallory knew it was easy for any
The tech guy handling her computer looked at Wilder, like he was waiting for some kind of approval. And when he got it, he turned to Mallory."Yesterday, I got notified that some customer databases had been released to one of our rivals - the Wyatt Enterprise. I ran a search and..." He angled the computer to face Mallory. "... turns out it'd been sent from your system."Mallory realized fear had been a stranger to her until that instant. It gripped her like an icy hand, halting the rhythm the of her heart and disconnecting her feet from the ground. Shock rendered her speechless, her jaw slackening and her gaze moving from one person to the next. What the heck?"Wh... What're you talking about? I never sent that email." She wagged her head. "But the evidence is glaring, Miss Harrington. The email was sent from your computer, as you can clearly seen." The tech guy pointed at the screen. Mallory felt as though, the world was crumbling in her very eyes. "No. This is not possible. I'v
Until it was evening, Mallory didn't leave the room. When the kids got home from school, they were equally surprised to find her home. "Mummy, are you alright?" Cassius asked, climbing into the bed with his uniform. Mallory had to force herself up. "Yes, baby. How was school today?" She asked feebly, fondling with their hair. "School was fine." Lyra answered. The children's mood became down as well, noticing something was seriously wrong with their mother. And they knew no mater how hard they tried, she'd never tell them about it. "Why don't you shower and go play with aunt Zara downstairs?" She said dismissively and was relieved when they complied. In a matter of minutes, she had the room all to herself again. It was seven in the evening when Lyra ran in and told her Ronan was there to see her. Mallory sighed disgruntledly. All she wanted was to be alone. But she knew Ronan. He was never going to leave without seeing her. Tiredly, she left the bed and that was when she rea
With the persistence of Zara, Mallory got clad in a pair of jeans with deliberate distressing at the knees, adding a touch of edgy flair to her outfit. Completing her look, she paired the jeans with a crop top, showcasing her impeccably toned midriff. The distressed jeans hugged her curves in all the right places. Mallory couldn't remember the last time she's had to dress that way. It was so strange, she unconsciously dragged the tip from time to time to cover her exposed tummy. Zara had brushed her hair to fall freely on her shoulders. And even if she was a little uncomfortable, she knew she was damn pretty. Her gold necklace was revealed and rested on her shirt."Woah! You a damsel, baby! I sure deserve some accolades!" Zara clapped happily. Afterwards, she got dressed and they left for the party together.......It was Mallory's first time going to a club in seven years. She'd missed the fun of it - the booze, the life. It also brought back memories of she and Wilder 'cause he
Mallory groaned as she regained consciousness in bed. Time seemed like a tricky puzzle, leaving her unsure of what had really happened while she slept. Her hands were tangled in her unruly hair, aching to soothe the throbbing in her head. What happened to her? What time was it?Directing yer eyes to the wall clock, she was shocked to discover it was mid day. What in God's name?! How did she sleep so early?She hurried out of the bed, her kids in mind. Was Zara able to prep and take them to school? How come no one even bothered to wake her up?She went downstairs and found Zara and Isla playing a drought game. "Hey, sis! You up at last," Zara waved at her, smiling widely. As expected, Isla only spared her a glare before looking away. "Why didn't you wake me up, Z? How about the kids? Did you take them to school?" Mallory asked, making Zara scoff. "Are you being serious? The only thing I didn't do trying to get you to wake up was probably to hit you in the head. You were sleeping