"Then tell your daughter to stay away from me,"Melody sweetly told him. "Ask her to stop involving in everything Marilyn is going to plot. I'm not here for vengeance or anything. I just want my husband back. I have loved him all my life and all of you know about it , don't you? Gideon is just mad with his Mel for leaving so easily and not fighting for them. But now I'm here for him, for us and for our future. What can seven years do to seperate us?"
"He is not the right man for you," Edward whispered.
"And neither is he for Irene,"Melody retorted.
"I know,"Edward said in resignation. "But she doesn't listen to anyone. I can't control who she wants to marry or who she loves."
"I'm not going back,"Melody clearly told him.
"What will it take for you to go back?" Edward asked her.
Melody chuckled, shaking her head. "You are really a businessman, Mr Callahan."
"State the price." Edward was ready to make the deal if his daughters would remain happy.
"I want the same amount of shares that Irene and her mom own in your company,"Melody stopped smiling and looked at him in grave seriousness. " Give me the shares that I deserve and I can think about going back."
"Good," Edward answered as he stood up and buttoned his coat. "You will get it by tomorrow morning."
"I will ask assistant Roman to book tickets for you."
"Good, Mr Callahan,"This time Melody didn't smile .
"Where are you staying? I will drop you."
"You didn't care asking where I stayed for the whole seven years and now what right do you have to ask me?" Melody raised her brow at him.
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"Uncle C!" A six years old girl yelled as she saw Cillian. She was standing outside the door in a waiting posture, appearing so adorable that passerbys felt an urge to squeeze her cheeks.
Cillian alighted down his car and bowed to the gorgeous girl waiting for him.
"Ah, my love, did I ever tell you that you are my favourite of the two?" Cillian said in like a gentleman, extended his hand to take her little hand in his hand and opened the car door for her.
Estella giggled in a shy manner. She was a miniature version of Melody. Same black eyes and hair but temperament was that of Gideon, cool as cucumber. "Uncle Cillian, we have to hurry or else we will miss Esmeralda's PTM. But momma said you are not allowed to go over speed."
"Of course, we can't miss her PTM. Or your mom will skin me alive, "Cillian said, teasing the bundle of joy.
"Mommy is kind. She will do no such thing."
On the other side, an adorably furious girl was sitting on a desk alone, gazing at the front where her class teacher was handing over their monthly report to parents.
"Esmeralda, are your parents not coming?" A girl of her age asked who was most likely to be her classmate. She just was returning to her desk while clutching the hand of her parents and stopped by Esme's desk to show off.
The girl sitting behind Esme palmed her head. This Brittany was causing trouble again.
Who in the whole class didn't know that Esme hated being called out by her full name? It was either Esme or Big star.
Esme gave her a look translating to back off. Her whiskey colored eyes flared with fierceness that scared Brittany who took a step back, clutching her mom's skirt.
"Esme, your mom called and informed us that she wouldn't be able to attend today's Parent teacher meeting. She explained your grandfather will be taking her place, " the head teacher explained to her.
Esme looked around in the class and counted how many boys were in their class wishing for her to make a fool out of her.
"What's so grand about her result?" She heard someone whispering.
"Doesn't she always come last? Do you know what she answered when she was asked who was the prime minister of our country?"
"Who?"
"Louis Tomlinson," the same person answered.
"Why?"
"She said all these politicians are people with fancy names. Since that name is fancy, she just said his name. She was just giving excuses for not knowing the answer."
"You stop talking behind her back!" The girl who sit behind Esme scolded those girls.
"Why can't I? What's so good about her? She barely passes the tests. She even has to take the kindergarten test twice. Who does that?"
"Only stupid and dumb kids!"
Esme heard suppressed snickers and laughter directed at her and clutched her hands into fist.
What did momma teach her?
Fight with words not fists.
"What did you accomplish by topping the class?" Esme smiled at the girl who was taking bad about her. Her smile looked enchanting to the girl's mom but to her, it was scary. Super scary. "Hmm? I fail tests but I have 4 million followers on Metube, 3.5 Million of Quickgram, 5.69 Million on Ticktock and 4.79 Million on Facepen. My fandom is growing each passing second. What do you have, kid?"
"At least, I have people who love to see me behaving dumb and silly. What about you?"
The kid who was initially badmouthing her found herself speechless. Esme was a fierce lioness, never to attack her or she will beat the shit outta you with her words. Every guy in the class was scared of her. And the girls were jealous of her wit.
"Esme Callahan, please come out. Your grandfather has come." They sighed in relief as they heard the teacher calling for Esme.
As they turned their heads, the entire class along with their parents were stunned after seeing such a dashing grandfather. He didn't look a day over thirty years old. How on earth did he become her grandfather?
Was it another of Esme's prank?
She was famous for her prank videos.
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Author Note: All the platforms i mentioned above are equivalent to Youtube, Instagram, Facebook, Tiktok. Since the story is taking place in half fictional World, i thought why not just add some new platforms too.
Who do you think Esme and Estella are like?