The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Is it necessary?

As Miss Grace stood in front of her daughter’s room door, she raised her knuckles to knock, but then hesitated before grabbing the doorknob, and pushing the door open. Quietly, she stepped into the bedroom to see Peach in bed, sleeping soundly, hugging a pillow. A smile graced her lips, and she stared tenderly at her daughter, and after a moment of that, she was about to leave when a file on Peach’s desk got her attention. A feeling of hesitation filled her as she approached the desk, and as her hand hovered over the folder, she took a deep breath. 

Finally, Miss Grace pushed aside her fear of invading Peace’s privacy, picked up the file, opened it, and read the contents. 

Her heart skipped a beat when she got done, and she hastily rushed over to her daughter’s bedside and tapped her gently on the back. “Peach, wake up.” Miss Grace’s voice echoed in Peach’s ears softly Her eyes blinked open slowly as she looked at her mother standing above her, watching her with a concerned look in her eyes. The morning light was glowing through her window as she gently wiped the sleep out of her eyes and yawned, sitting up. “What is this?” Miss Grace asked in a soft tone as she sat by her daughter on the bed, locking eyes with her. “You told me that you needed sleep last night and asked me not-” 

“Mama, I said nothing last night because I wasn’t in the right state of mind, and I didn’t want to be a weeping mess while explaining things to you.” Peach interrupted, a tired look on her face as she laid back against the pillow, running a weary hand over her face. 

“Is this really your grandfather’s will?” Miss Grace asked, her tone laced with concern. 

“That’s what Madam Jewel said… and it is the reason she wanted me to attend the ceremony. Apparently, she stated Grandfather wanted me married before claiming my hesitancy, which is one of his companies. I’m not sure which one it will be.” 

“Why would Father make such a demanding and direct request of you…” 

“I know right, mama? That doesn’t sound like Grandfather. He treated me with so much love and respect, but most of all trust… I just can’t wrap my head around the thought that this is what he wants…” 

A brief silent moment of understanding lingered between the two before Miss Grace spoke up, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between them. “I understand how this must feel to you.” She said gently, “But it’s really your grandfather’s signature on these papers…” 

mama. Trust me, I know.” Peach muttered under her breath and closed her eyes, taking

as Miss Grace studied her daughter’s face and then asked, “What are your

Ryan, and Rookie, convinced him that it would

he threw his butler a hard stare, looking irritated as he asked in a husky voice, “What do you want?”

across James’ face, and then he dropped his gaze, mumbling,” What are your plans?” “Plans for what?” Elijah asked impatiently, folding his arms over his chest. Shifting his feet awkwardly, James eyed his boss for a moment and then answered quietly,” How could you propose to Peach?!” Elijah’s glare intensified as his nostrils flared, and then he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms,

harshly! And how they don’t understand what kind of person you are, or that you deserve better than this kind of life, Elijah!” James replied, his expression full of anger and bitterness. “You can’t-” Pausing, James took a breath and shook his head lightly, seeing the stubbornness

continued, his voice filled with frustration and anger, “You can’t marry Peach… It will only make these people angrier, and they will treat you even worse and disrespect you even more than before. They will only try

Elijah replied, his expression turning serious

here to build

also take down

looked at Elijah’s serious expression, and then he whispered, “Can you do it at least in order…

and saying, “Yeah… Maybe… But marrying Peach… Is that… necessary?” After a short silence passed between them, James finally gathered himself together, cleared his throat, and added, “It will just put in you the spotlight for hate, ill-treatment,

The best way to get rid of the enemy, James, is to eliminate the threat at the source…” Elijah trailed off, his dark eyes staring intensely at his butler. Second-guessing his words, James raised an eyebrow and then sighed before mumbling, “I’m not going to change

this be.” Taking his gaze off his butler, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and searched for Bryan’s Check number, dialing it a moment later. “Good morning, Elijah.” Bryan’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Morning… Can we meet somewhere private to discuss business matters?” Elijah asked smoothly. The line went

then let out, “I know you are a busy man. Call me when you are off work.” “I will send my driver to pick you up then… I have a private beach house on the east side of town… Will that be to your convenience for the meeting?” Bryan offered, and Elijah let out a small chuckle. “Yes. That will be perfect.” He replied with a slight smile. A call suddenly interfered with his connection with Bryan, but he immediately canceled Jerome’s call and then said to Check, “I

then dialed him up, and it didn’t take more than one ring for him to answer, “Good morning, boss.” “What’s up, J?” Elijah asked casually, leaning back on the headboard.