Chapter 324 DEAL 1
Mrs. Dior was sitted in her cottage admiring the beauty of the place even if her mind was not on the flowers she stared at, but on her son who has been declared missing for weeks now. She's returned to London still searching for her son, she's prayed, cried, and hoped nothing happens to him and that he'd return to her the same way he left.
This is the reason she never wanted to get associated with the Wilson's anymore, they always brought bad luck and bad omens to her family. They were in peace before, Falcon had gotten over that Huxley witch daughter(Hazel), and he was fine with his lost memory till Avery found him. She had no idea on what to do, she didn't know why her guts were telling her Falcon was dead. Even if she didn't want to believe it.
According to her therapist, she shouldn't have a negative thoughts at this point in her life. She was still in her thoughts when her cell phone vibrated and she picked it up, "Madam, we found a body that looks like your son we would like you to come to confirm it." A voice spoke from the other end and Mrs. Dior saw her life flash right before her eyes.
No, it cannot be, not her Dax, he can't be dead already, that is a lie. She shook her head as she rushed back into the mansion to get her keys and find her son.
She arrived at the entrance of the station that called her, heading in quickly to identify the body in question. Mrs. Dior could feel her hands and body vibrating, what if it's her son? What if the dead body belongs to her Falcon? Falcon would never decide on a thing without informing her first. She didn't know why she felt like crying but she couldn't stop the tears rolling from her eyes.
"Welcome madam Dior." The policeman at the entrance of the station greeted, everyone knew who the Dior were in the city. They owned the only tech company still challenging Alex's company, they were all proud the company was from their country. The Dior's never had any bad records, to every other average normal citizen they were saints, but to those in their class, they were nothing less than demons. Prey searching for their next target to feed on.
"I want to speak to the person in charge." She said heartbroken, "He's right in his office please come with me." A man said to which she followed him immediately.
She met the gaze of the plus-size man sitted on his chair with a cigarette in his mouth. The stench from the substance he took filled the little office bit she cared less, all she wanted was to see her son. All they wanted was to confirm the body in there was not her son, "Welcome Mrs. Dior." The man said pressing the used cigarette on the glass to stop the fire.
"We did some research and findings just as asked and discovered a body early this morning in the water. "Can I see the body please?" She asked cleaning the tears falling from her eyes. "Sure of course." The chief led the way to the mutuary just close to the prison gate. They opened the door for her to see a covered human at a corner, "You're not allowed to touch the body as we are still investigating the cause of the death." He said to her.
But the woman beside him was too sad to respond to his words, at this age of hers, she's meant to be buried by her only son, not the other way round. "Are you ready madam?" The chief of police asked to see her nod and he gestured his hands for his men to open the body. At one glance Mrs. Dior could see that the person lifeless on the floor was her son. She couldn't scream or move, but rather just fainted.
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Avery strode out of her bathroom after having puked for more than five times in two hours, she was exhausted from the constant vomiting. Not being able to call anyone cause she didn't have the strength to, she didn't understand why this was happening to her now. She isn't meant to fall sick and no matter the drugs she took, her fever didn't seem like it was reducing.
She hasn't been able to leave the mansion since her failed wedding with Falcon since her name has not left the lips of people in the society. They acted like being a gay in this world and society was a terrible thing, yes most people are disgusted by that but it doesn't mean everyone would be. She sat on her bed staring at a corner, she felt like leaving this world, who would believe Falcon would breach their contract.
She kept her path of the deal, but he never kept his after all the promises. He was the only person that understood her for who she was, yes Alex never complained as her brother, but he's never there with her. They don't talk, they haven't bonded like siblings since he's always so busy, Carrie was a big mouth and would not understand how she feels, but can only pretend to listen just to make her feel okay.
Her parents didn't even want to hear a thing about what she really wanted, all they want is her getting married to a man and bearing children like every other woman. She tore the wrap on the dipstick and stepped back into the bathroom. She's been late and just has to confirm one thing if she was sick... Or actually pregnant.
Dipped the dipstick into her body and brought it out to see two lines...
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Alex stepped into the baby boutique with his assistant Benson tailing behind him, even the little man behind him was in awe by this man's attitude. He's been excited since confirming his wife's pregnancy, and the baby being a girl brightened his day. Everyone is aware of his obsession with having daughters cause of his past, he felt he wasn't a good brother enough for his sister and wanted to be the best father to his daughters.
He's going to have another princess, Alexander's second princess. Hazel is the best gift anyone would have given to him, and to this day he's forever grateful to his parents for picking the right woman for him. "W... Welcome S... Sir W... Wilson." The sales attendant greeted almost choking in her own saliva, the nation's top billionaire was right in her boutique.
Alex decided to pick little clothes himself, he wanted to for the first time experience fatherhood from the scratch. "Ehm... We want baby's clothes, newborns to be precise." Benson said since his boss had no idea what he was doing here. "O... okay, please come this way, sir." He followed them to the newborn's section to pick some clothes, not minding the eyes of the ladies on him...