Devon’s POVThe tires rolled through the garage as I pulled up to the house with Laura sitting with me. Laura’s dramatic laughter rings in my ears like a mosquito noise when they want to sting you. I shot her a sideways glance, watching her as she got down from the passenger seat, her red lips curving into that sly smile like she was about to do something evil which was happening anyway.“Ready to have some fun?” she mouthed while eating the remaining pizza she was holding. She slid her hand up my thigh but I didn’t give her any reply. She was beginning to cross her boundaries and I stared at her disgustingly. Women will forever look like a whore to me, I don’t think I would ever take them seriously ever again because all they do is tell lies and cheat. They are never satisfied like Karen. I clenched my jaw at the thought of her, at the mess she’d become. How she was once everything I needed and wanted, but now? She was just another problem, I had every intention of erasing, Slo
Devon's POVKaren’s shoulders stiffened, and for the first time, she paused in her task. She turned, looking at Laura and then at me. Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, but then she closed them again, her gaze dropping back to the food reserving her words back to herself.“You should hurry up with whatever you are doing because I don’t have enough time to waste here.” I roared, running my hands on my hair tiredly.She turned back to the counter, continuing her cooking in silence as usual. The smell of frying meat filled the air, but the tension in the room was enough to make the room suffocating for her than the aroma of the food.Laura walked towards me, settling herself onto my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck. I could feel her breath on my ear, her lips brushing against my skin. But my eyes were on Karen watching her every move and her facial expression. I want to see the hurt look on her face.This was her punishment, And I was going to make sure she felt every sing
Karen’s POVThe morning light shone through the curtains, casting soft rays over the bed. I blinked my eyes open, the memories of yesterday rushing into my memories like it was something I was hoarding onto. Devon’s harsh words, Laura’s taunting smile, it all played back in my mind, but I refused to let it break me, Not today.I sat up, my body light like someone who doesn't eat anything at all. I can’t even blame myself because if I eat when all this is happening, I can't even find my peace anymore. The Mansion was quiet as always, but I welcomed the silence almost all the time. It gave me space to breathe, to think, and for clarity. Devon’s cruelty had reached new heights, but I couldn’t afford to crumble now. I had to prove to him that I wasn’t the weak woman he thought I was and must make sure I proved to him while planning other things in my head.Taking a deep breath, I slid out of bed, my feet sinking into the cold floor. Today had to be different, I need to try something els
Karen’s PovThe moment I was out of sight, my composure crumbled. Sobs filled the room and I hugged my knees to my chest, the pain of Devon’s rejection, his cruelty, and Laura’s taunts hitting me all at once again. Nothing hurts so much when the person you love treats you like trash, it’s not about him anymore but just clearing my name from this shit and letting him go. When I am done making him realize his self, I would let him go but not until I see him vulnerable.But even amid my pain, a small voice inside me refused to give up, I wasn’t done yet.Wiping my face, I sat up, forcing myself to breathe slowly. They thought they’d broken me, but they cannot, Not completely. There was still a part of me that refused to let go. I believe that there was still something worth fighting for. I wasn’t going to let Devon win, Not like this. In as much as the tormenting goes on then fighting back to clear my name still holds unless he decides to chase me out of here which I will gladly accept
Devon’s POVI headed to my room with different thoughts running through my head, my head was already messed up. I ruffled my hair frustratedly as I sat at the edge of my head reminiscing about everything.I expected a different reaction from her but it seemed, I would never get what I wanted. I expect her to be in tears anytime I speak harshly to her but it was always a different reaction I get all the time. I want to feel the same way she made me feel that day, I have never felt so useless and stupid before. She made me feel like a fool in love and I want her to get in a hundredfold. I want more of her breakdown, tears, and apology, anything that would confirm my control over her. But she didn’t give it to me, rather she threw my own words back at me.I couldn't believe that pouring that food on her wouldn’t make her react in some type of way instead she was quiet while the food was dripping off her hair like a lost puppy. Her stubbornness was something else and she was beginning
Devon’s PovBut the person at the door wasn’t Lauren. It was Sofia, standing there with that ever-present calm on her face that made me want to either hug her or push her away. She has been my maid for years and somehow I don't see her as a maid but a friend because we talk like friends most of the time not always though.“Devon,” she murmured like someone who was with a burden in her heart, her voice soft as always. “What is going on? This is not you Devon, everything is just like a movie that doesn't have an ending.” She explained with a sad look that plastered on her faceI leaned against the door, crossing my arms. “Why do you care?”I snapped rolling my eyes at her and she sighed, stepping closer, her eyes were on mine. “Because this is getting worse, Devon. You and Karen… and now Lauren. It’s all becoming out of control.”She uttered, playing with her fingers trying as much as she could not to get on my nerves because she knows I get annoyed easily.“I don’t need your lecture, S
Karen’s PovI sat by the window, staring out space while playing with my hair, just enjoying the serenity that comes with being alone, but the events of the evening played over and over in my head like a movie scene that couldn't be wiped off. I just couldn't get my mind off what happened because it made me laugh so hard.I cackled as the memory of Lauren’s face, twisted with anger as she left the mansion, replayed in my head and I giggled.It wasn’t as funny as this when it happened, but right now the whole scene seemed surreal and unreal to me. I’d never stood up to anyone like that before, and it still felt strange and funny But I had enough of her bullshit because it was becoming too overboard.For the first time, I wasn’t the one hiding behind my shells and keeping calm like it didn't hurt and broke me into pieces.My thoughts drifted back to a few hours ago, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing loudly again, I haven't laughed like this for days but it seems everything is
Karen’s POVThe rays of the sunlight shone on my face and my eyes opened wearily with a blurry vision at first but after a few minutes, I regained my sight.I stood up from my bed abruptly feeling different, I hadn't felt like this for a long time but today felt different.I stood in front of my mirror, choosing the most exposing dress I owned. A tight, black mini-dress that clung to every curve in my body. I stared at the dress dramatically and giggled as it stopped at the top of my thighs. I paired it with high heels that added inches to my height, making my legs look long. My makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and red lips that screamed confidence and fearlessness.For once, I wasn’t trying to hide or tone it down. As I looked at my reflection, I felt a surge of pride. I looked damn good and hot. It wasn’t for Devon this time around or anyone else, It was just for me.*****It was already Evening when when I descended the stairs majestically, ready to head out. The house was quiet as
Devon's Pov.The moment I pushed open the door to the president's office, my throat went dry. She was there, seated behind a massive desk exuding the same aura she had the yesterday at the auction.My heart thudded inside my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I heard her say icily, her gaze slicing through me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. After the brief encounter yesterday, I didn't think it was possible to see her again, I thought that was going to be the last time or at least it'd take a longer while.She looked over at me before returning her gaze back to her system. It was like she didn’t even know me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My mind reeled. How could she sit there, looking at me, and act like I wasn’t the man she once called her husband? “I’m here for the interview,” I managed to say, forcing my voice to stay even. Her gaze lingered on me for a brief moment before looking back at her system. “I wasn’t aware we were still condu
Devon’s POV It was a threat, his words didn't hold empty warmings, he meant it and I didn't even understand why? What did I have to do with it?O'Hara looked at me, his gaze piercing through me like a knife ready to slice me at any time. “Also, I'd need you to infiltrate GlassHouse Inc., Devon,” he said, pacing back to his desk. “They’ve been too secretive, too calculated. It still doesn't sit well with me. I need someone on the inside. Someone who can uncover what makes them tick and bring that information back to me.”His gaze focused on me, this time with a boring intensity. “And that person is you, Devon.” I frowned, my stomach twisting. “You want me to infiltrate the company? As what—a spy?” He arched a brow. “Call it whatever you like, but yes. There’s a job opening for a personal assistant to the president. You’ll apply, ace the interview, and secure the position. From there, you’ll learn their business secrets—every negotiation, every partnership, every weakness.” I
Devon's Pov The evening air was cool and carried a faint scent of rain as I exited the auction house. My steps were heavy, every echo against the pavement a stark reminder of my failure. Karen was alive—alive and thriving. I should have felt relief, joy even, but the cold indifference in her eyes, the sheer lack of emotion in her voice, had turned my victory into ashes. I hailed a cab and gave the driver my address, leaning my head against the window as the city blurred into streaks of light and shadow. My mind churned with memories of Karen, her sudden reappearance, and the venom dripping from Liam’s words. “She doesn’t want you, Devon. She never did.” Her words had cut deep but not as deeply as the icy gaze on her fame and the cold demeanor she carried. I spent five dreadful years looking for her, sacrificing pieces of myself along the way, just for her but all that was gone because the woman I loved was now a stranger. The cab pulled up in front of the auction building an
Devon's POVThe entire room was frozen and in complete silence as all eyes turned. The silence was so deafening that one could almost hear a pin drop.Karen's voice was clear and deliberate and pierced through the tension of the room. My breath caught in my throat and my throat ran cold as I saw her.“Thirty million dollars. “ She repeated, her voice echoing in my ears.The auctioneer blinked, visibly taken aback by the huge amount gap but he was quick to recover.“Thirty million dollars! Do I hear thirty-five million?” But the room had gone still. No one dared to challenge her bid.Who would, it was an insane price for just a mere artifact despite its value. I couldn’t move. My gaze was locked on Karen as she lowered her sunglasses, revealing the same piercing eyes I’d thought about every night for the past five years. Her expression was calm, almost emotionless, as if she hadn’t just dropped a fortune without hesitation. “Going once…going twice…” The auctioneer’s voice filled
Devon's Pov. The evening arrived faster than I expected. I spent most of the day pacing my apartment, nerves twisting in my stomach like a coiled spring. Every second that ticked by was a reminder of the stakes. I couldn’t fail—not this time.My eyes met the wall clock and as it an alarm rang in my head. I had an hour left before midnight and that was all the time I had to get the artifacts. I quickly bolted into the bathroom, I showered quickly, the water was cold on my skin beating at my back as if preparing me for what I was about to face. I finished up in the next ten minutes and was out. I fished out a suit from my wardrobe. The suit was an old one, slightly outdated but the only one I had left with me and still it was a little oversized. I brushed off the faint hint of dust from the shoulders and threw it on it the next minute. It wasn't glamorous but it was the most expensive looking I had. The auction was going to be filled with a lot of fancy men and women of high standin
Devon's Pov. 5 YEARS LATER…The air in the upscale restaurant buzzed with muted conversations from the people already seated. I could hear the clicking of the glasses from the happy couples and friends in the background and faint jazz music. I sat at the private both, holding a glass of water that had long gotten warm. Across from me was Mr O'Hara, he sat, his gaze piercing through me as though he could see my insides. The silence between us was deafening.Mr O'Hara, one of the wealthiest and most influential investors in the industry. His suit was perfectly tailored. He was a very important man, his demeanor was cold and his eyes made it clear that he didn't tolerate mediocrity.The meeting was my very first in over five years, each before that was always rejected as soon as the investor knew who they were going to address. I'd also let Gemini go a few months later, I couldn't pay her so there was no use keeping her around. I'd had to leave San Francisco and move to Los Angeles j
Devon's Pov.“I’m her neighbor, Lena,” she said when her panting finally stopped, her hands resting on her knees as she caught her breath.She straightened up and gestured for me to follow her. And the next moment, we were walking back into the neighborhood. The woman led me to her apartment at the far end of the house. It was just a mini apartment, it was tidy, with a warm, lived-in feel. She gestured toward the couch, but I shook my head. Sitting felt too passive for the storm brewing inside me. I needed answers.“Come on.” She repeated, and this time I took my seat on the plush grey sofa.Lena disappeared into the kitchen and returned back to the room with a steaming mug of coffee in her right hand, placing it on the table before sitting across from me. “So..?” She rubbed her hands against each other while pulling a strained smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes scanned my entire future from head to toes as if investigating me. Her eyes held a quiet curiosity as she waited
Devon's pov. “I'm sorry sir but I don't think I can work here anymore,” Philip, a member of the tech team said. He stood at the front of them, a group of people who had once trembled under my gaze. Some kept their expressions neutral, while others couldn’t hide the way their hands shook or the way they avoided looking me in the eye. Still, they were here, together, facing me like they never had before. My jaw tightened as I met Philip’s gaze. “What are you saying, Philip?”“We…” He paused, exchanging glances with the others before continuing. “We’ve all decided to leave. With everything happening, we’re not sure if you’ll be able to pay us anymore. And… there are no more investors willing to back the company.”My fists clenched at my sides. I stayed silent for a minute thinking of the right words to say. They were wrong, I didn't know how I was going to pay them off and even the ones I had in my account had been mostly invested in the resources during the partnership with Lex Oper
Devon's povMy car pulled up in front of the house, and I stepped out before the engine fully died down. There was still a lot to be door but with each passing second I felt like the ground should have just consumed me. My eyes narrowed at the sight of a man lingering near the edge of the driveway caught my attention. He was tall, dressed in a worn-out suit that seemed to struggle against the December wind. “Can I help you?” I called out, my voice sharp as I approached. The man immediately turned, his face slipping into a practiced professionalism expression.“Mr. Grey, I presume?” “Yeah. Who’s asking?” i responded back almost immediately. “Alan Greaves,” he said, holding up a clipboard. “I’m here on behalf of Mr. Liam Falcon.” My jaw clenched, Liam. Of course, it would be him. Who else. The man didn’t just want to win—he wanted to completely strip everything that was in my name. I kept my face blank, though my fists clenched at my sides. “Whoever sent you has no business