CHAPTER 4- HEATHROW

Victoria had just finished from a meeting when her secretary Anthony walked up to her with the news.

A slight quiver in his voice and uncertainty in his eyes he informed her, "Ms Thorn, your husband arrived into Heathrow airport an hour ago. He turned up at his house with his girlfriend Monique. He's looking for you"

Grace rolls her eyes. "Honestly Anthony the way you're talking is as if he's done something terrible. I'm not bothered about his girlfriend. Just call the front desk and make sure no one comes through if they don't have an appointment. Also, make sure the add more security down stairs and by the elevator. Get a helicopter in on standby on the roof helipad in case I want to take that route out."

She didn't want to see him. 2 years 9 months and he turns up out of the blue with a girl friend. What a joke, she laughs to herself bitterly.

"Ms King there's something else," he says.

Turning around she looks back at Anthony wondering what else was there.

"His arrival is all over the internet. Tabloids have pictures of him and his girlfriend Monique Antoinette. They know his your husband, they're calling it The Scandal of the Century."

"Remove it" was all she said as she turned around and walked back to her office.

She was furious. This asshole who ditched her during their honeymoon not a single fucking phone call turns up to Heathrow with a fucking girlfriend for the whole world to see?!! Putting her reputation and company at risk!

Not willing to let anyone else see her weak, she stepped into her private toilet and washed her face.

Retouching her make up, she smiles to her reflection in the mirror, content with what she saw, she steps back out to continue her day.

Meeting after meetings were held finalizing her deal with the Macdonaland family.

Their merger was to be announced tonight at their masked ball. Everything was paying off, King Industries was now spreading to Dublin and to say she was excited is an understatement.

Her phone rings bringing her back to the present.

"Hello, Grace Thorn Speaking"

"Ms Thorn, I apologize but its me Jason Head of Security, Mr Knight is here demanding to see you, how shall we proceed?"

Grace looks onto her laptop as a video of her husband plays. He screaming his lungs out demanding to speak with her. Glancing at her watch she gave Jason his orders.

"Send him through to my office and no further, I'm leaving. Once he sees for himself that I'm not here escort him out. Not a word about my whereabouts, we clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am" was all she heard as she stood up to leave.

The video on her phone was still playing. They had let him through and he was heading towards the elevator.

Taking that as her signal to leave she headed up to the roof.

"Take me home" was all she said as she leaned back into her seat. She needed some sleep before she had to prepare for the evening.

15minutes later, she had arrived. Harris her pilot nudged her awake to let her know they had arrived. Thanking him she got up and left. She knew she didn't have to, but that was how she worked. She demanded respect from her employees and thus treated them the same way.

Heading inside her house she sighed in relief, home at last.

She knew she was safe for now. Wes didn't know about her current house, she had listed it under her mothers name so she could maintain some privacy from anyone and everyone who wanted to know where she lived. It helped made staying under the raider a lot easier.

"Ms Thorn, your dress has arrived." Anthony walks into her room and sets it on the bed.

She fixes her lipstick one more time as she makes her way towards it. The dress was beautiful.

"She really outdid herself this time Anthony"

"As Always"

"Email Emelia Viera and thank her."

Emelia was her best friend. She owned Viera Couture and was always out making the best for Victoria.

She quickly slipped into the dress and worked on the final touch ups of her make up. Satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, she picked up her clutch, slipped on her mask and headed out to the waiting limo.

Sliding in, she noted Anthony already sitting inside.

Acknowledging him with a nod she asked, "Is-"

"Taylor is behind us instructed."

Taylor was Victoria's bodyguard, following her everywhere she went.

"Thank you"

The car ride was anything but silent as Anthony quickly ran through the expected guests and detailed in on who to avoid and who to acknowledge.

Victoria just nodded her head as her mind wandered off to her husband who was now an attendee of the ball. Would they recognize each other? She had changed a lot since her wedding, she couldn't help but wander if he did too.

Pulling up to the venue, lights were flashing everywhere, the reporters immediately recognized the Limo belonging to King Industries.

The belle of the ball, everyone wanted to see the ebony beauty that rarely made public appearances. Ranked 1st as England's top billionaire.

Taking a deep breath, Victoria steps out of the limo. Trying ignore the fact that the flashings blinded her, she smiles widely and waves out to the crowd in acknowledgement then heads towards the doors.

"Mrs Knight! Mrs Knight! Please tell us what you're wearing and that necklace is beautiful"

Victoria laughs and blushes slightly at the compliment. "Thank you, as usual I'm wearing Viera Couture and the necklace is Alexander Wang. Its called the Winter beauty currently valued at 230million"

The crowd gasped.

To wear Alexander Wang was a rarity. Alexander Wang's necklaces were too expensive and so beautiful. You'd be lucky to be able to get your hands on one and here Victoria Thorn was strutting the carpet in all her beauty with an Alexander Wang necklace.

"Mrs Knight!" Another reporter called out. One further up near the door.

Victoria walked up to him and smiles in acknowledgement. It was Greg Walker a known TV host whom Victoria had talked with several times.

"Is it still Mrs Knight? Or is it Ms Thorn? Are you aware that Mr Wes Knight is in attendance tonight with Monique Antoinette, rumor has it they're a couple"

Pain. She tried not to let it show.

Plastering on her billion dollar smile, Grace laughed. "Greg, you know better than to come to me with rumors."

With that said Grace turned ahead and made her way indoors.

As soon as she entered her breathe hitched. All heads were turned, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the attention she was getting. No one could ignore to elegantly dressed billionaire at the door. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Wes held his breath. Victoria had changed so much, the photos from earlier did not do her justice. He had a sudden urge to walk up to her and pull her away from the staring crowd. She was for his eyes only.

Deciding that was precisely what he was going to do, Wes brushes off Monique's hand resting on his arm and took a step towards his wife.

Frustration however coursed through him as he realized that someone had walked up towards his wife and claimed her arm. The bastard had the nerve to kiss her hand and cheek in public then whispered something into her ear. The crowd was in awe as she laughed out loud at whatever he said. Arm in arm they headed down towards the crowd and began greeting everyone.

Snapped back to what was going on around him he smiled. Monique was clearly angry about what he had done. He looked into her eyes. She knew he had let her go to go to Victoria and she was not happy. Flashing her guilty grin he whispered in her ear that he needed to go to the toilet and left.

Victoria's loud beating heart was all she could hear. She was grateful for Jason's presence beside her, holding her tight and making her laugh every time he felt she was getting too nervous.

"Ladies and Gentleman, dinner is ready, if you all could please head towards the dining hall"

"Victoria, good evening" came a voice to her right. Victoria immediately recognized it as Michael Macdonaland. She stopped and smiled at the handsome old man making his way towards her.

"We'll be sitting at table one, I'm sorry but your husband and his bimbo insisted she sits with him so I had to make space for her too at the table."

Her breath hitched. Could this get anymore embarrassing? Why was this man hell bent on ruining her. Struggling not to let her frustration show she clung onto Jason even tighter as he lead her to the dining hall.

She forced her self to laugh it off.

"Bimbo's? Not something we can't handle, aye Michael" She smiles at him.

"Precisely" the old man grinned as they headed towards their seats.

"Stay calm" was all Jason whispered in her ear as they headed towards their designated table.

Once everyone had found their respective tables Michael stood up to make an announcement.

"Good evening everyone. I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight as my wife and I have a very special announcement. Before I begin I would like to thank you all for being here and celebrating with us. As you all know I'm getting old and would like to retire. With no heir I've been looking for a business partner who could take over once I step down and I found that. An accomplished women for her age, also a mother to a beautiful little girl. This woman has taken England my storm within 2years. Earning her a place in Brittan's most successful. It is with great pleasure I announce the merger of Macdonaland Enterprise with King Industries." He said as he held out his hand to Victoria, who stood up as everyone applauded.

Grace was beaming with pride. She glanced at her husband to see his reaction but was surprised when she saw him clutching his teeth in anger.

Now standing her vision was clear, Monique's hand was resting firmly between his thighs and rubbing him. Probably to calm him.

How disgusting she though to herself and looked away towards the smiling faces before her.