Chapter 11
Second Rejection
“You dare not walk away from me, while I’m still talking, I demand some answers from you this minute!” Alberto roared angrily, his frightful voice sending shivers of fear down Jane’s splne.
“Pea plea please calm down Albert, you are seriously hurting me.” Jane stuttered in fear, trying to free herself from Albert’s stronghold
Speak up Jane!” He shouted, tightening his grip firmly on his wrist, not minding if he was hurting her.
“Please can you release your hold from my wrist, the pain is unbearable for me to talk properly.” Jane pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall.
Alberto’s furious gaze slowly darted into a calm one, releasing his firm hold on her wrist, taking a step back with his eyes gised on her waiting for her explanation.
“Well, she found out that I ran some fake art shop, and I got arrested for it. I did not know how she found out about it. How she got freed from prison, is what I can not fathom about, I managed to get freed, thanks to some of my connections, “Jane explained, while exaggerating, as she massaged her wrist, giving Albert a side eye warily look.
And you did not bother to let me know?” Alberto asked, in an angry tone, stomping his hand on the table close to him. clenching it into a fist, attempting to suppress the urge to overreact
“Baby, let’s just forget Arya, we can’t let her come in between our love,” Jane blurted, trying to coax Alberto with her seductive words.
“Our wedding is our…
“Get lost right now!” Alberto spat out angrily, turning his back on her, as he made his way to the little counter table in his study room, turning over the glass cup that was upside down, corking a bottle of red wine, swiftly pouring some into it, gulping it down his throat.
“We need to focus Albert,”
“Piss off Jane, I need some time alone, my company is more important than the damn wedding, you are thinking about,”
“Have you no sense of reasoning, or some conscience in that brain of yours,” Alberto spat out, his anger evident in his voice, as his hurtful words seemed like thousands of daggers struck directly into Jane’s heart.
Alberto’s company suffered from some financial crises, causing him to go into debt, he aimed to get the CEO of the Dankworths to invest in his company, and as soon as he heard that they would be appointing a new CEO, an opportunity to great advantage to him to collaborate with the new CEO.
But it turned out to be his worst nightmare, finding out that his ex–wife, whom he betrayed is a heiress and the CEO he looked forward to meeting, the thought of how to convince Arya ran through his mind like fire, without a tangible ideal popping up to him.
How would Alberto deal with that? After wronging Arya? Will she ever forgive and help him?
Without another word, Jane bit her lips, as she turned and left in anger, after a long stare at Alberto, intently blaming Arya for everything in her mind.
“I have to convince her, no matter what! I am sure she would help, the company was once hers,” Alberto said inwardly, sipping the wine from the glass cup he held, his gaze fixed in a daze.
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Arya dropped her bag on the desk in her room. “Why was the information you gave me on Jane not containing that she was yet to be married, Arya asked, as she turned to face Cassandra, who stood behind her in a composed manner, demanding for a better explanation
I’m sorry, but your order was on the art business, and how she had acquired it, which I delivered swiftly, My Lady,” Cassandra explained
“I’m sorry My Lady for my incompetentness, Cassandra apologizel, as she bowel, to show her deepest sincerity.
Arya took in a deep breath, to calm her nerves, I meant every detail about her,” Arya said calmly, as she turned, gestured to the coffee mixer Laced on the table in her room, swiftly pulled out a sachet from the pack, and poured it into the mixer, waiting for her coffee to be ready,
“I am sorry m
my lady, forgive my inefficiency. “Cassandra apologized again, with a bow at Arya, who nodded In respons her apology.
“Forget it. Cassandra, it’s fine,” Arya said, as she gestured with a hand at her.
“Now I want you to get someone trusted and worthy to follow Jane’s every move, who she meets, and how she managed to get freed by the cops.”
Because I am sure that the incidents at her exhibition were enough to keep her in jail, Arya blurted in a commanding voice, as she picked up her hot coffee, blowing in some air into it, sipping it lightly.
“And also Alberto, her supposed–to–be husband,” she said further.
Who is your backup Jane?” Arya murmured under her breath
Arya knew Jane so well that she would pull any stunt to get what she wanted. A mischievous fellow, she had kept as a friend, unknown to her, that she sought for her dismay herself.
Arya was never going to let Jane go scott–free after framing her and sending her to jail. She wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine.
She was going to fish out Jane’s secret and expose it to Alberto, and the world inclusive.
Nathan was seated on the seat, his gaze and attention intently fixed on the HP computer screen in front of himself.
His office was twice as large as three rooms combined, a glass template that bore his name on it, with a golden color, ‘CEO Nathan Haverstock. With a glass window blind behind, one could see the beautiful bustling city of Danville.
A knock comes on his door.
“Come in,” he said calmly.
The door pulls open, and Luca walks in with a file in his hand.
“Good morning master,” Luca greeted, standing by the side, a few inches away frour Nathan’s table, awaiting his response.
“Did you get what I asked you to get,” Nathan asked, his gaze still fixed on his screen, not taking a glance at Luca
“Yes sir, I did,” Luca replied, swiftly placing the file by the side of the table, as Nathan abruptly stopped what he was doing. and picked up the file instantly.
Nathan flips through the files Luca had given to him, containing every detailed information he needed about Arya.
“Good job Luca, Nathan complimented him, as Luca’s lips curled up in a bright smile.
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“And sir, your father called to tell you, that the family will have dinner with the Dankworth’s family at their mansion.” Luca said.
At the Dankworth’s mansion? Nathan asked, not quite surprised at the message being emancipated to him
His father and Mister Martins are close friends, not only in the business world, their friendship came a long way when they were teenagers
Nathan knew about his father’s friendship with Arya’s father, despite they had tried to matchmaker him with Lila. He never showed up at the dinner, lunch, and parties purposely designed for him, always using work as an excuse to escape the trap set by his father.
His parents did not seem to give up, and now, he could not tell if at was a matchmaking dinner for him and the found daughter of the Dankworths, or just a dinner between two families.
But one thing was sure, he was going to attend the dinner.
“I will be there,” Nathan said, his reply taking Luca unawares, as his brow darted in surprise at his master’s response
master! was going to reject the dinner invitation, using the work as an excuse as he had always done, but he
Luca thought his
was disappointed.
“I will get the car ready by six o’clock PM. Luca said, as he turned, leaving his master’s office.
***At the Dankworth’s mansion”
said.
“My good friend, I never knew, you had another damsel in your household, apart from the Lilia I knew,” Mister Oliver sa indirectly complimenting Arya for her outstanding beauty.
She grew up in the States, Mister Martins said, to his best friend, who cracked a joke that made both men laugh hysterically
However, Nathan sat across oppositely to Lilia, who threw a seductive gaze at him, hoping to get his attention, but Nathan pretended not to notice her gestures and excessive body language being thrown at him.
Lilia was like an invisible object to him, while his gaze was fixed intently on Arya, who did not spare a second to look up from her food to him.
Arya purposely avoided his gaze.
Nathan took a glass of water from the table and drank it, clearing his throat, grasping the attention of everyone. “Mister Martins, I love to take Arya out on a date, perhaps we could know each other, hope you would not mind? Nathan asked to get a go–ahead order from Mister Martins since Arya – his daughter – had turned him down.
Nathan was filled with confidence that Arya would not turn him down in the presence of everyone.
“I seriously do not mind, That is left for Arya to decide, if she is okay with it, so am II” Mister Martins saisk–turning his gaze towards Arya’s direction, for her reply to Nathan’s proposal.
“What do you have to say, princess,” Mister Martin asked Arya, complimenting her with an affectionate name.
Lilia bit her lips so hard, that jealousy and infatuation were evident in her face, as she stared at Arya with a scowled gaze.
“I am sorry, I can not accept the date, mister Nathan, I have just been appointed the position of CEO at the company, and my schedules are excessively tight, with a lot of work piled up that I need to attend to,”
Once my schedules are free, and they have been cleared to an extent, I will let you know, Mister Nathan, “Arya said, her voice firm and apprehensive.
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Nathan let out a smirk, he understood what Arya was trying to do. “Okay Miss Arya, I will be waiting then, he said, with a bright smile curled up on his lips, that almost melteil Arya’s heart.
Arya stared at him, her heart thumped slightly against her chest I can never fall for another man, not even him! He will give up sooner or later, she thought to herself, as she calmly laced her cutleries by the side of her plate.
“Excuse me, I have some work stacked up for me to attend to before the morning comes,” Arya said, standing up, and taking a slight bow, gesturing towards the stairs, leading to her room.
“You got yourself a hardworking daughter my friend, Mister Oliver said to Mister Martins, whose lips brightened in a smile, as he nodded affirming his best friend’s compliment.
“Arya, a voice called out from behind, halting her, as she was about to open the door to her room.
