Elena
Mirabelle refuses to even speak with me after what happened at the Summer Fable and I decided not to push it. She would forgive my outburst sooner or later. We are currently on our private jet to visit my sister in Paris. Sebastian would be working this side as well as it was his biannual visit to Dumont Enterprises this side. I haven’t seen Eliana since my wedding and truth be told; I miss the prim and proper Wiltshire twin and could not wait to see her! A few hours later, we land and make our way to Sebastian’s villa in the French countryside. We would go sightseeing later on and I could not wait!
Sebastian’s cell phone beeps, indicating an incoming call, and I immediately tune out. This would be his work for some reason or another. They always seem to need him. I guess that’s the life of a CEO.
I was a complete and utter ball of jetlagged excitement, nearly bouncing off the vehicle walls. Not only would I be visi
SebastianThe air is thick with mourning. And sick curiosity.Elena and I are leading the funeral procession as we leave the church for the cemetery. She has been quiet ever since we came back from Paris and I have to admit that it was jarring. Where our villa used to be filled with her voice and laughter, now there was… nothing. I know it has to do with not making peace with my mother before the accident. Elena has a soft heart, so this is affecting her more than it has me. I have never had a proper relationship with my parents, but they doted on Elena, my mother even more so.When we arrive at the cemetery, I lace my fingers with hers and hold her close. The Dumont tomb isn’t too far into the cemetery and we reach it sooner than I anticipated. My eyes fall on Robert and Eliana as they take up the front with me. Robert looked crushed at this. And I know he wasn’t faking it because Eliana has said he has been hitting the whiskey
ElenaI flop face down on my bed.Today was my first day at Exeter, and I just about burnt thousands of calories due to my anxiety and nerves. I do not know if being anxious burns calories, but it burns something all right. My brain, for one. Anabelle is in a different league to me altogether, her classes are intense English Lit, like I would not cope in her position. But since she’s a literature prodigy, its chump change to her.At least one person had the courage to come and talk to me. His name was Isaac McGowan, and he was such a refreshing sight! Yes, he was from the MacGowan clan of Scotland and disgustingly well off, but he did not feel the need to suck up to me or try to impress me with his stories or wealth. I suppose it helps a lot that he was flat out gay. Ah, I am a homosexual magnet and I love it!“Rough day?” The amused voice of my husband came as he walked over to me and all I did was groan like a llama. H
Elena“Ugh, you simply must, Elena,” Isaac says yet again in that Scottish accent of his that I love so much. He was currently trying to convince me to come to the MacGowan Biannual family gathering. “I already told you I hate these things!” I say, yet again, but he only rolls his eyes, then smirks devilishly. Oh, no. I know this smile all too well. This smile got me in trouble in my second week here at Exeter when he made me ask a professor for their number just to slip it to him. Did I forget to mention that he was a naughty bastard?“Well, Edgar Cooke will be there, but I guess you hate these things too much to come,” He says and turns to walk away. But I grab his wrist and pull him back. “Excuse me, tart?” I ask him and see his grin growing to super villain levels. “Yes, Edgar Cooke will be there. You know, your favourite author and all. Did I forget to mention that he’s my godfather? And
ElenaI haven’t been feeling the best these last few weeks. A stomach bug has me in the grips of its wrath and I cannot cope. Sebastian has made an appointment for me to see our family doctor and I am currently sitting outside waiting for my turn to see her. It’s been almost 6 months since my Exeter enrollment, and I must say things are starting to look up. I am breezing through the assignments, and my professors all seem to have taken a shine to me. This is what surprised me most!Sebastian doesn’t seem surprised at this. It is as if he sees my potential where I see nothing but faults, and I love him so much for that. After his parents’ passing, he has thrown himself into being the Dumont's head and I barely even see him. I miss him, but we sort of have this thing between us where we would leave brief notes for the other when we know we won’t see each other for a while. It sets me at ease since he was the one who started
ElenaI scan the horizon and let out a miserable sigh. How did it come to this? I went from being the happiest woman in the world to the most depressed all within the space of an hour. Sebastian and Isla wrapped up in one another’s arms - a sight I never thought I would see. What happened that he needed to seek refuge in her arms? Was I not a good wife? Did I not treat him well? Did the money and power eventually go to his head?Well, I could wonder until I was blue in the face, and still not come up with a viable answer. Tears still did not come as I ran my hand over my belly. I was about to tell him the news - that I was pregnant with his child, a child Mirabelle begged me for and instead, I ran straight into heartache. A small part of me wondered what would have happened if I let Sebastian explain what I had walked in on. What excuse would he have dreamed up to take the image away? And would I have been stupid enough to believe him?I w
ElenaOn my forehead?“Elena, in the past nothing would have given me more pleasure than ripping you from Sebastian’s life and kissing you right now, taking you and passionately making love to you. Knowing it would devastate him when he found out, I had claimed yet another one of his conquests. However, I cannot and will not do that, because I see Sebastian as my brother. Ever since he showed to be the only one in my corner after my scandal last year and the birth of my son, things have shifted into a different perspective for me.” He says, and I am openly shocked at this revelation of his. Sebastian had never mentioned that he and Elijah had grown closer, not once. He stood up and held out a hand for me to take. “Come let’s go and you can tell me what has happened that you needed to run away and seek solace in the man who used to be your husband’s rival.”I take his hand and he lifts me up, letting go a
Elena I don’t walk anymore, guys. I waddle now and belong with the penguins. “Look at you working that waddle, Mrs Dumont.” Isaac jests as I walk towards him in the cafeteria. I shoot him a death glare, but all he does is blow me a kiss and pat the empty seat next to him. He looks disgusted at my plate full of junk food. “What?!” I ask him as I stuff a burger into my mouth. “What are you feeding my godchild?! I sent you a list of healthy alternatives. What have you done with it?” He demands as he points a manicured finger at me but I shrug as I eat a chip. “Prolly eaten it too, I dunno,” I say, much to a dissatisfied Isaac who huffs his disapproval. I am currently 8 and a half months pregnant and the heaviest I have ever been! How did some women do this more than once? Yeah, in the beginning, it was cute and all with baby kicks and tumbles, but now? Now I was hot and heavy and just needed to give birth before I eventually popped like a balloo
SebastianNo, no, no, no, no. This can’t be, I refuse to believe it! My Elena…Without so much as a backward glance, I shot out of the boardroom and sprinted to the car. I yelled at the driver to get to the hospital they had taken Elena to and told him to step on it. How did this happen? I made sure she had round the clock protection from ex-military bodyguards and sporadically swapped her drivers out. I also had her Phantom checked every day for tampering, so how did this happen?! I am a ball of unrepressed nerves, yelling at the driver to hurry so I could see her. She’s pregnant, for crying out loud! I clutch my chest as a phantom pain seizes me in a panic. This cannot be happening! I cannot lose Elena or lose my child! Leaning with my elbows on my legs, I grip my hair out of frustration and feel the tears welling up in my eyes.Elena is the love of my life. I will not lose her!Ever since I discovered that my