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Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Meeting Donna
AUDREY HEPBURN I calmly exited my room once I was done with my exaggerated preparations to meet Donna. The maids gave me an apprehensive look as I made my way down the stairs before bowing respectfully as they hurried past me to do their jobs. "Good morning, sir," they said before heading in multiple directions and focusing on their chores. Even then, I could feel the tension in the air caused by my presence. "Everyone's acting like I'm the first person to attempt a murder on planet earth," I thought as I rolled my eyes. "There's a woman literally being called the worst human in the country and they just wouldn't ignore my little transgression." "Good morning, Audrey my boy," a calm sonorously thin voice greeted from behind me and placed a small frail hand on my back. "You look good today." I turned around with a sigh of relief as the old but beautiful nanny Helen graced me with her beautiful smile. She's been my nanny ever since I can remember and devoted all of her life to raisi
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir A Humble request
The aroma of sizzling seafood pleasantly assaulted my nostrils as I looked around in search of the blonde beauty I came here for. I found her at the far corner of the restaurant sitting by a window wall and staring directly at me. I tensed up for a few seconds at the intensity of her stare but eventually relaxed as I walked towards her table. Even if I'm apologetic, I still have a reputation to uphold. I'm not gonna appear weak in front of her. "Hi, Donna," I flashed my best smile at her as I sat down on the seat opposite hers. "Hi," she said, her melodious voice filtering into my ears like a song. "It's...uh...nice to see you again," I said awkwardly. "I can't say the same, sorry," she shrugged. "I'd rather be with my child right now, or working." "Speaking of your child," I looked around her. "Where is.....your child?" "You don't know the gender, do you?" she asked and I shamefully looked away. I couldn't bring myself to answer that. "Well, she's okay, and happy where she is."
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir A Mail
Raising a kid isn't exactly easy, you know," she said. "We're not suffering yet, but we're struggling. I would very much like to walk away from her, give you the middle finger and pray you die in an accident on your way back, but I can't." I flinched as she said those words. I forgot that she was also quite emotionally violent when she wants to be. "Why not?" She chuckled at my question. "Weird. Normally, one would be happy when they realize that they can't be cursed to death." I shrugged. "I can't say that I don't deserve it. Sometimes I wish for the same thing too." She gave a surprised look before continuing. "We need help, and even though you are a heartless, devilish, godforsaken, rotten, disgusting piece of shit, you have the ability to help us. You are rich and we aren't. Raising my daughter has been the greatest joy of my life even with our current situation, so raising her in a comfortable environment where she would be happy promises to bring even better joy. Despite t
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Fired
There are no real friendships, no true relationships, and even if the feelings somehow turn genuine, they're immediately muddled by the talks of business and incessant urges to tie the knot in marriage if the family is a favourable one. Only if the family is a favourable one. If it isn't then they do everything to ruin those feelings and create discord between the ones involved. It was a messy life filled with pretense, politics and numbers. It made me sick to the bones. My father has apparently disowned me because I have yet again disappointed him after he fixed a wedding for me without my knowledge. I found out at the last second and fled, causing a effect I didn't quite expect and I didn't regret either. Apparently, I underestimated the publicity of this particular event and it spread pretty quickly that the daughter of one of the most influential businessmen in the country ran away from her wedding. People were quick to point fingers at my father, accusing him of forcing his
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Let's end it!
Chapter 1.'President, the same lady is here again, requesting to see you' I snarled angrily. 'Do you need orders to send her out?'He bowed slightly. 'I'll do that right away, sir'Before he had the chance to depart my office, she stumbled in, scurrying close to where I stood. She looked disoriented unlike her usual self. Her hair was a mess, her face had sweat smeared all over it, her eyes red and swollen. The mere sight of her triggered memories I've tried so hard to seal within me. To my irritation, She dropped to her knees, looked up at me with tear filled eyes.'What do you want me to do hunhh? To portray my remorsefulness? To beg for forgiveness? Tell me. I'll do anything you want' she clamored.My expression turned cold. Few days before, this was what I wanted. Her kneeling before me, begging desperately with doleful tears in her eyes just like she made me plead but now, it angered me that she's doing this. I allowed my hostile blue eyes peer deep into hers. 'There's nothing
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir An Accident
Chapter 2~ ~ Dylan ~ ~I walked out of company, my heart is completely shattered. I didn't know what to feel or how to feel. My throat constricted in pain, I swallowed back the tears that threatened to spill. Who gets a break up that effing way??I ignore the stares I was receiving from people, I probably look crazy, wearing a hand of my back pack, the first four buttons of my shirt open and my usual smooth hair now rough..I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in a street mirror, I looked so much like a mess, more like an homeless boy. All I want to do is slid down a wall and cry my heart out.I had so much plans for us, I thought about our future together. She was the reason I wanted to be a better person, be able to meet up to her expectations.A small sob escaped my throat, it sounded so foreign to me I had to glance back to see if anyone was near me. I was just by myself on a lonely road.The other side of the road seemed busier than the part I'm walking on.I thought about
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir A nightmare
Chapter 3~ Dylan ~'Mr and Mrs Charles' She quickly responded.The name… it rang a bell, reeked recognition.. a fearful one. My breath came in shorts and I felt dizzy immediately, an unusual feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. I clasped both sides of the hospital bed.. my mind working its way on the easiest way for me to escape. The nurse rushed to my side, pinned me back to the bed.I jerked my shoulders. 'Get your fucking hands off me!' I growled.'I can't let you leave here under my watch, especially when you're not fully recovered. If you don't want to see those people outside, say it. I'll have them leave immediately' the doctor interfered.I inclined my head in affirmation. 'Fine.. I don't wa…' I stopped mid sentence when a third party butted in.'How can he mention that to you, Doctor? He's our son. What son wouldn't want to see their parents?' the voice came from the ward's entrance.My throat constricted and I slowly gazed upwards to look at her.. I would recognize he
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Christain Forbes?
Chapter 4~ Dylan ~I woke up feeling an unbearable pain on both sides of my head. My butt cheeks remained on a hard, metallic surface, my hands were tied to the back and a twine knotted my ankles to the arm of the chair. This was more like an abduction.. No… This was an abduction. My eyes darted around the dim room. There were no fans, no bulb, no furnitures either. The paintings on the walls are mostly peeled off. The source of illumination came from outside, sipping in through the only window in the room. It was dirty and smelled like dust. A pile of clothes and documents were scattered across the room. Seems like it's more of a dumping ground.An excruciating ache shot through the whole of my body, triggering the one I felt in my head. My sight caught small bruises on my elbows and the back of my palm. I groaned helplessly, trying to psychologically soothe myself from the ache.I glanced around, searching for any instrument that can help cut the binds. I froze at the sound of appr
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