Chapter 86 - PIECE OF PUZZLE
Chapter 86 - PIECE OF PUZZLE
"Is something wrong Beatrix?"
Carter's voice sent my thoughts crashing back to earth. He sounded bothered… and a little bit worried. But probably it's just my imagination.
He was casually seated inside Madam Stella's large van but it appeared smaller while he was inside, and the space seems to constrict from his presence.
'Everything had been wrong from the very start, Carter. How could you explain the picture of us inside your wallet? Is the picture photoshopped and you're really an obsessed psychopath or there's some hidden truth which I have to know yet—and that truth is far more worse than I imagined. Let's say you're actually my ex-husband who mercilessly abandoned me before. There's a huge possibility you are but I don't have enough evidence to prove it yet except you're starting resemblance with my daughter. I don't know what to believe now.
It was what I wanted to say at first but decided to purse my lips. I'm not prepared to confront a stranger. How ironic, you just allowed a stranger to kiss you last night, a part of myself trying to remind me. God knows what could possibly happen if he didn't pull away. I shook my head and pushed the thoughts away.
"Nothing Carter. I'm fine."?I replied in a surprisingly calm manner that would have won me Oscar's Awards as the?best actress with my acting
"Are you sure?" He wasn't convinced. His piercing blue eyes never leave my gaze. I fought his piercing glare with unblinking eyes while he continues to read my expression.
"Of course," I exclaimed, irritated. I rolled my eyes heavenward. He simply wouldn't stop talking. I need peace and he's not giving it to me.
He didn't say anything more and it's what surprised me more. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze on the beautiful scenery outside the window as if it's far more interesting than mine.
I leaned on the fluffy seat and turned my attention outside the window to enjoy the view. Now that the rain subsided and the bright sun was perched higher on the blue sky, I have the chance to have a good look at the breathtaking scenery.
But despite the beautiful view, the surroundings could offer, I couldn't just clear my thoughts from what happened this morning. The shocking discovery left me shaking until now. Who could blame me when I just found out the man I thought was the gardener was no ordinary man. I wouldn't be surprised if he was keeping a box of deadly secrets with him.
I badly want to know the truth and I wouldn't be able to rest until I discover Carter's real identity. I have a feeling that I am bound to be surprised after learning the secrets he was keeping.
I have one solution to end this problem. It's time to resort to more practical ways. I would need to hire a man to help me uncover the truth.
The sooner I found the Private Investigator, the better.
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After seemingly endless hours of sitting my numb butt inside the seat, we finally reached Madam Stella's luxurious estate house that reminded me of?Queen's elegant mansion. It's not the largest house I have seen on our way but it's the most regal looking and elegantly decorated. The three-story house stood proudly surrounded by an array of trees. The white walls and the large windows were a comforting sight. The long wait is all worth it.
Madam Stella directed us to our room the moment we arrived. Insisted that we needed rest. Who am I to argue? I was badly needing one after almost sleeping late last night. Carter helped move our suitcase inside the room after that he retreated towards his room located just beside my own on the second floor.
I changed into walking shorts and a loose t-shirt before sprawling on the Queen size bed where my daughter was sleeping. Faith Vienne had been sleeping on the van, in Madam Stella's arms, even after she was moved to the bed she didn't even stir. She must have been so tired of the long journey.
I closed my eyes so I could get some sleep but failed to achieve my goal after I realized I wasn't a bit sleepy anymore. Perhaps, I'm adjusting to my new room—a new environment. I gave up forcing myself and moved to the television. After I turned it on, I sat back on the bed and leaned on the headboard.
Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning when my sight was welcomed with a woman's familiar face. I will never forget her face as long as I live.
The memory of a dream flashed in my thoughts in clear and exquisite details to confirm my suspicions.
'A soft whisper of movement at the foot of the bed caught my attention. Seated on the bed was a stunning woman with sharp features and titian wavy hair framing her small face. She wore a white virginal wedding gown—her fingers clad in white gloves were stained with fresh blood.'
That's one of the scenes from my dream where I saw her face for the first time. This time I was so sure that my imagination wasn't playing a trick on me. From her titian hair to her sharp stunning features I know that I'm looking at the right her. She possesses an angelic face which is impossibly hard to forget. But I doubt if there's something angelic about her. She gave me an impression of an obsessed and ambitious woman, the kind which could never be trusted.
The woman on the television was the same face I'd seen in my dream. I couldn't be mistaken. It was her. What surprised me more was that Vince Greyson—the man I previously met at a party was with her. The caption flashing on the tv screen says that she is Vince Greyson's wife.
What a coincidence. Or was it not simply a coincidence but fate?
I could still remember the way Vince looked at me the first time we met. He paled under his skin as if he'd seen a ghost. I will never forget the aghast expression on his face as he looked at me.
One thing I was certain while I was with his company—I never like the man. Even if someone will put a shotgun to my head I will not like him. There was something dangerously menacing about his aura. He seems to be the type of man who will never do anything well.
The woman Vince was with, had something in common. They gave me a negative vibe. I've never been wrong in judging people, I have a powerful intuition, and my instinct couldn't lie. When I feel I can't trust someone, I'm sure they aren't worth being trusted.
Vince beamed at the woman. There was something off in the way he looked at her. Even a blind man could spot that the lack of affection between the two—theirs is not a love match.
He was the CEO of Greyson Enterprise…
The legitimate son of Ybbrahim Greyson, a rich and powerful businessman who founded the successful family business…
He has an illegitimate brother….
His name is Ace Carter Greyson.
I stopped watching the interview when my eyes read the name. Ace Carter Greyson. I repeated. The name was astonishingly familiar. I forgot where I heard that name.
Vince has an illegitimate brother then where was he? Why was he hidden under the spotlight?
A familiar face crossed in my thoughts. No! It couldn't be… It doesn't seem possible at all…. Perhaps my imagination is running wild again. But… But… they have undeniable similarities in physical features. Perhaps there's a possibility that the two could be related.
I found myself scurrying to the side of the bed where my large suitcase was located. I rummaged inside until I found my laptop and pulled it out. The sound of my frenzied heartbeat seemed to intensify as I settled on top of the bed and opened my laptop to begin my research.
If my initial assumption is correct then I have discovered the link between me and Vince Greyson. One discovery could lead to another. The small pieces are necessary to make a puzzle whole. The whole piece of the will fall into place before I know it. What I need to do for now is gather crucial information.
My hands trembled with apprehension as I typed on the keyboard. I could scarcely breath as I typed 'search.' I took a deep steadying breath before I finally allowed myself to look at the result.
Ace Carter Greyson image results...
Cold sweat formed on my temples when a man's familiar face greeted my vision. No! I covered my mouth with my palms in shock. My greatest fears finally came to life. This time I knew I could never run away. The shocking discovery was impossibly hard for me to digest. I gaze at the images with parted lips and no sound emerging from my mouth.
Carter had kept a lot of secrets right from the very start.
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