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His Poor Heiress Chapter 17: Explain
His message made me pause in my steps as I stared down at them. Something tells me that his words had an underlying meaning that I wasn't sure I wanted to probe further. "You are back?" My grandfather's words snapped my attention away from my phone, and I looked up at my grandfather with no so happy look. He was in his black nightwear and black robe, and was looking at me with a hopeful expression like he was expecting a gift from me. "We need to talk pops," I growled coldly and walked past him towards the main building. "What! why? Did you not like him?" He shots off as he fell in step behind me. I ignored his questions until we were in the living room and I went straight to his living room wine cellar and took out his unopened brandy. It was his favorite. I picked a glass with me and brought them to the island across from it. "What are you doing?" He frowned at me. "Waiting for an explanation," I muttered in a flat tone as I uncorked the bottle and poured a glass for myself.
His Poor Heiress Chapter 18: I will never marry him
"I thought you wanted answers to your questions?" My grandfather gave me a pointed look. The one that always made me stop and behave, the look that always froze his adversaries. He was no longer in a joking mood. This Douglas must means a lot to him. I wondered why I never met him. Though I didn't stay long with pops before he sent me abroad. I still couldn't shake off the suspicion that everything pops did was with this in mind. His scolding stare made me flush, and loosen the hostile posture that I have been carrying since I walked through the door. Pops might look frail with his physical appearance but he is damn right scary when he wants to be. "I am sorry," I apologized respectfully, my voice subdued. He nodded in acceptance with my apology and then carried on with his tale. The same look he had earlier back in his expression. It was a mixture of fondness, devotion, and dare I say longing. That part I did not understand. Whoever this Douglas is, it is obvious that my grandfathe
His Poor Heiress Chapter 19: Dream of me
"Ruby!" I heard Pops call out as I walked away from the living room, but I ignored him, hastening my footsteps. My intention was to get away from him and wallow about my situation in peace. I can't believe he would try to use me like this. As I stormed my way through the halls of the mansion the servants stayed out of my way at one look at the stormy expression on my face like I was a speeding car that would crash into them if they didn't stay clear. I ignored everything around me. The stare, the whispers. They would have heard pops and I arguing, and I am sure talking about it, but at this moment, I didn't give a damn about anything. I banged the door to my bedroom with a loud snap and then threw myself face down on my bed. What a colossal fuck! I thought thinking about the whole messy situation. I hope pops makes it clear to the Stones that the deal is off, because there is no way in hell I was marrying that arrogant son of a bitch. The very thought of the few minutes spent in hi
His Poor Heiress Chapter 20: He kept me up
I gaped at the four words like they are lion's teeth out to bite me. Dream of him, I scoffed in disbelief in my mind. It's more like nightmares if you ask me. Before I could think through my actions, my fingers were flying over the buttons of my phone in reply. "You in my dreams would be the equivalent of having monsters in my dream and where I come from those are called nightmares." I stared at my phone screen as the three dots moved, letting me know that he was typing. I ignored the anticipation I felt inside at the thought of his response. I told myself that I was just putting him in his place. After this one, I will ignore him. I didn't. His response grew more annoying as the night went by. It was so annoying that I couldn't help but reply, and by the time I knew what was happening, the night was far spent, and I spent it chatting with a man I didn't like. The next morning, I woke up a little grumpy, and it was all his fault. I hissed as his thoughts were the first thing to hi
His Poor Heiress Chapter 21: I did it
The sight of him sitting so casually in my office with his legs thrown across my desk like this was his personal throne had me freezing in surprise, and I know you are wondering about the other two surprises. Well, they weren't as interesting as the man relaxed comfortably in my chair like he was giving the world the finger. I wanted to turn around, go back outside, and lambast my assistant for not warning me he was here. She did tell me that I had a visitor on my way in, but I had foolishly thought it was a work visitor. I mean, there are visitors, and there are unwanted visitors, and the one smirking obnoxiously at me belongs to the later category. He could clearly see my reaction to his presence, and that was amusing to the bastard. I blinked away my shocked expression as soon as I saw his arrogant smirk, assumed a confident expression, and made my way further into the office. I did my best to ignore his stunning, breathtaking appearance. He was wearing a dark blue blazer suit and
His Poor Heiress Chapter 22: His high handedness
The pounding in my chest was deafening and unacceptable. My heart wasn't allowed to beat fast for a man like him. No. I blinked to dispel the tension that we were locked in and distracted myself by picking up the white card attached to the red roses. I flicked the card open to read the content. The penmanship was beautiful and delicate. Like a female handwriting. I smiled at the content. It was from Hassan apologizing that he wouldn't be able to make dinner tonight and asking for a rain check. He just saved me the trouble of having to cancel myself. I felt a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing him soon. I wondered why he had cancelled. Hope everything is alright. I wanted to call him, but that would seem desperate. I was about to put down the card when his annoying voice intruded. "Who is it from?" Org!I have totally forgotten that he was here. I glared at him before replying in the coldest voice I could muster, with an attitude to go with. None of your business."Of
His Poor Heiress Chapter 23: He is a comedian
Lost in my tears and misery, I didn't hear the door open, nor the footsteps as they made their way to me until I felt a hand surrounding me. I was so in ned of contact that I surrendered to the hand. Their familiarity beckoning for me to seek refuge in them. He held me without saying a word until my tears dried up. When I was done and looked to see who had me in his arms. I wasn't surprised to see Tim. His perfume announced him. I gently extricated myself from his grip, and he didn't argue. He straightened up and moved around to the other side of the table, his hands inside his pockets. He had a very uncomfortable look on his face, and he wasn't looking at me directly. I was a little surprise that he wasn't asking why I was crying or making some snide remark about my unprofessionalism. "What are you doing here?" I asked after I got my face in order. I felt a little embarrassed that he saw me this way. I watched him curiously as he fidgeted on his feet. This was so unlike him. A ma
His Poor Heiress Chapter 1: Let’s divorce
My husband hasn't slept at home for the past few weeks because he has been working hard at the office. A new project he said. I missed him. I missed having him beside me at night. His warmth holding me through the cold night. Today he called again telling me he can't make it back for dinner as he will be working late. That would make it five nights in a roll. The sharp feeling of disappointment I felt was something I couldn't shake off even if I tried. I know Tim is working hard to provide for us, and I do not begrudge him that, but most times I wish that he would prioritize us. While I sat in the kitchen contemplating my marriage, an idea struck my mind. I have never done it before, so I was a little nervous. Tim has never loved surprises but I wanted to have dinner with him. I missed seeing him across me in the dinning table, and the whole house feel so empty without him. Being a housewife with a hardworking husband can be lonely at times. Without letting myself talk me out of th
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- His Poor Heiress Chapter 23: He is a comedian
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 22: His high handedness
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 21: I did it
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 20: He kept me up
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 19: Dream of me
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 18: I will never marry him
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 17: Explain
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 16: Nice try
- His Poor Heiress Chapter 15: He is so arrogant
