•CHAPTER TWO•
Confronting the aftermath
I guess ‘bumping or getting into an accident with someone understanding’ should be a prayer on its own..
‘Cause..
I'd really been apologising for the past three minutes but this tall arrogant dude wasn't ready to let go..
“Does it look like I care? When you knew how weak your financial strength is, why didn't you drive like a normal person? You're getting me a new car and that's final else I will charge this case to court” he threatened and for some seconds i was in awe..
For Pete's sake, the worst thing that happened to his car is the damage of his full light bulb and now…. court?!!
What has it gotten to do with that?...
I sighed in frustration.
“I just told you I'm sorry, can we please talk about fixing this. I can't afford a new car and this is not a crime, anyone gets into an accident” .. I was really getting pissed but trying hard to remain calm.
“Well, disobeying the traffic rules is a crime” he retorted.
I scoffed.
“If you aren't contented with me paying for your car's repair, then I'm sorry, you'll have to suit yourself” I finally lost my polite skills and spoke rudely with a careless shrug..
I can't keep begging in vain right?..
He scoffed..
“Have a nice day..” I added and proceeded to leave but he grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.
“Where do you think you're going?” his eyes darkened.
I exhaled, swiftly taking a look around.
“You're causing a scene, let go. I can't purchase you a new car because of a minor accident” I tried snatching my arm from him but damn.. this dude was much stronger.
“Then pay with a service" he was a bit calm this time.
I raised a brow.
Service?..
“Do I look like a delivery girl or a car washer or a —”
“Concord hotels, 9pm tonight" he cut me off before letting go of me roughly.
For a second.. just a second, I was confused and when I realised what he meant, I gasped.
“Are you..” I wanted to cuss but immediately, I remembered my intention to sabotage my wedding and my eyes widened.
Wait..
“Fuck, I could use him!!”
Perfect!
“I really could!” I smiled.
Oh heavens, everything's been working out well!
I was lost in my world of thoughts that I didn't know when he got into his car and drove off until his retreating car made a loud sound..
My lips curved into a grin..
“Plan has a good hope! I satisfy you, you satisfy me too”
I walked back to my car, ignoring the stares from others.
“Men's heterosexuality can be an advantage sometimes..” I smiled.
I pressed my lips together as I settled behind the steering wheels.
“I'm about to lose my virginity” a saddening thought crept in..
I ignited the car's engine with a deep exhale..
“At least it's better than marrying an old man.” I rolled my eyes..
I was definitely not going home. I wasn't ready to meet my so-called parents and so, I drove down to the mechanic shop, intending to go to the amusement park after my car's repair.
I'll be needing some refreshing moments before tonight's pain-pleasured fuck.
Oh yeah!..
A camera!
“I need to get that!”
•
~THE NEXT MORNING~
Was it the period of longer days and shorter nights or my exhaustive slumber after that pain-tinged, pleasure-filled night with Mr. Arrogant?.. Either way, morning arrived sooner than expected.
Damn, my middle was as sore as.. fuck!
Last night was something I didn't want to think of. That dude was a beast in bed!..
But I did it..
I just had to endure and release moans to make it look like an intentional intimacy since it was secretly being recorded.
I stretched my hand while still booting slowly like an old computer, but Mr arrogant wasn't on the bed and there were no sounds of the running faucet either..
“He's gone" I mumbled sleepily, stretching on the bed with a yawn..
“I don't need you anymore, anyways.." I grinned.
“The camera!" That was the echo from a voice in my head that kicked me out of the bed immediately.
Without hesitation, I threw off the duvet and rushed to the wardrobe, reaching for the camera I'd secretly placed on its top last night when Mr. arrogant was using the bathroom..
“Hmmph..” I exhaled deeply in satisfaction, pressing some buttons on the device..
All thanks to the room's dim light that was on during the intimacy, the video was certainly going to be clear enough.
I sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the voice that reminded me of how shameless it was to give a stranger my virginity..
“Well, well, well.. at least, it's to get a better life and cancel a shameful marriage” I told myself, transferring the record to my phone..
“I guess it's high time I gave love a chance, I'm definitely not allowing dad to choose for me after I get out of this mess” I thought again, slowly walking to the bed.
Without further ado, I cropped out the most convincing part of the video and sent it to the business group with the caption ‘Last night was cool babe’ to make it seem like I'd mistakenly sent it there..
“Now, let's see how you can marry me when shame and embarrassment envelopes you!” I smirked, putting off the phone after sending it before proceeding to the bathroom for a clean up..
I couldn't walk well due to the pain between my legs and of course, I didn't hesitate in muttering curse words to Mr arrogant.
“Let's not meet again, insane driver”
Those were his words while pounding mercilessly into me last night..
“We are never going to meet, cruel arrogant jerk. We've both used each other to get different forms of satisfaction!” I rolled my eyes, getting under the shower after turning on the faucet.
The sex video didn't capture his face but mine since he was above me and I was the one facing the camera so he was safe.
He had smirked when I showed up last night, arrogantly demanding for three rounds like it's a piece of cake.
Normally, I'd have given him a dose of his medicine for making such demands but because it was something I desperately wanted, I just had to keep succumbing to his annoying wills.
Eish..
I was done cleaning up in less than twenty minutes and then, I headed out of the hotel with the sole intention of heading to the museum where I worked as a librarian.
“My plan would have yielded a result before I return" I thought, still leaving the phone off..
I drove off to work immediately..
Nothing could be more relieving than being eighty percent done with the nerve wracking process of sabotaging your wedding..
Absolutely nothing!
As usual, work was boring and hectic, having to respond with the usual ‘Yes, we have that available, check the shelves for it’ after a particular book was being demanded but I managed to get my butt glued to that seat until 5pm, my closing hour..
“Don't tell me to calm down, this is the Ely consortium in question! How the hell do we settle a billion debt within seven days because of her actions!!” Dad's yell at mum welcomed me home.
I took a deep breath, standing right in front of the door and expecting more of the dialogue.
My plan was successful, yes?..
“Finally!” I breathed victoriously, raising my hand to the door's knob. But hey, I felt quite scared to go in..
“The marriage has been ruined, she ruined it and now, Gerald is terribly mad at me. How dare she send it to the group! Do you know what that means, even for me?!”
Dad's voice was terribly loud, perhaps because our neighborhood was void of sounds..
“Calm down honey, what if she was set up or even raped?”
That was mum.
I scoffed, remaining in my position.
“Are you insane?” Dad snapped
“ Obviously, in the video she forwarded, she did that act willingly. The moans, the caption and everything doesn't relates with rape! She had a lover all this while and you never knew!” he yelled.
“Oh please.." I scoffed.
Damn the idea dads do have to blame their wives for their children's actions.
I didn't wait anymore, I punched the door's password into it and walked in, bumping into dad's murderous gaze..
“Hi dad" I greeted, spreading my arms for a hug.
I needed to pretend to be unaware first right?..
“If those hands touch me, I promise to cut them off!" He threatened and I furrowed my brows, feigning innocence.
“Dad?.. what's wrong?.. ”
“Mum?..”
Oh sweet, I was a good actor!
“What did you do Adeline?” mum asked disappointedly..
“What are you–”
“Where were you all night!” Dad interrupted my saying.
“I worked overnight because we —” I had no idea when dad hit me hard across the face, flying me to the couch.
Fuck!!
“Are you insane?! How dare you lie to me? You spent the night with your lover in a hotel and had the guts to send the video to the business group where hundreds of partners and investors are and now the wedding is cancelled. How do I pay my debts!!" He thundered.
The hit made me grow wild.
“Oh Adeline, it's time to put this man in his place!” a voice whispered.
“So what?!.." I yelled back, slowly getting up from the couch.
Dad raised his brows.
“Were you expecting me to embrace the discovery that I was marrying an old man and not his son?! Tell me! You deceivers!” It was literally my first time yelling at my parents.
Mum looked so shocked and guilty but dad's expression didn't soften a bit.
I guess it's time to gather those savings in my offshore account and start my life because I'll definitely be getting disowned tonight.
I must!
I can't live with people like this else seeing them will keep reopening my scar.
“You think I'll watch you ruin my life, huh?! That old thing has no son and you lied to me. You shattered my dreams!” I yelled again..
“Adele.." mum whispered
“Sending the video was intentional, yes it was. I will definitely not marry someone who's lifespan has almost completely exhausted!" i confidently said to dad's face.
Breathlessness..
Dad remained silent but the hard expression persisted.
“The wedding is cancelled, it's time to pay the debts you owed to invest in some fraudulent activities that never worked out for you” I asserted, fighting back my tears.
“Do you think it's my joy to lose my virginity too, just like that!” I gulped.
And then, I raised my forefinger to his face..
“And before you disown me, I'll willingly strip your name off mine and leave your house tonight..” I proclaimed fiercely, letting our gaze lock for more seconds before heading to my room to get my bags..
I was definitely not spending any more night in here..
I was the victim here, how dare he hit me still?!
“Adele!” mum rushed after me..
But I wasn't ready to stop or listen to her.
I never planned this but some things just can't be controlled.
It's time to start my life..
.. after all, I was a 23-year old adult.
•CHAPTER THREE•Fiercely determined.. For the first time since morning, I turned on my phone, falling heavily on my bed to release my tears as I got to my room.Everything had happened so fast..So damn fast.Losing my marriage and virginity within twenty four hours was something I wouldn't have believed if I was told a day before..But then, it's all for good right?..“Adeline, you can't do this..” Mum walked in and i sighed.“I don't want to disrespect you mum, please leave” I muttered from where I was laid while the phone began beeping repeatedly.Annoying notifications…. Well I expected them anyway.“You are not leaving this house, are you?” her voice portrayed both fear and worry.I scoffed, sitting up. “Are you seriously asking me that?” I demanded bluntly.“Adele, your brother isn't in town and you know it. How do you expect us to be fine without having any of our children around? Consider my feelings please” mum pleaded. She couldn't dare scold me for what I did ’cause
•CHAPTER FOUR•Unexpected encounter..YEARS LATER.. Time flew faster than one's imagination and six years swung by as a blur..It's been six years since I walked away from it all and began a new life void of any dictatorship. The best thing I could whip out of my past was to channel all the hurt and disappointment into work, and here I was with a skyrocketing secretarial duty.“Mummy, it's my birthday!” Reid's scream over the phone made me cover my ears and chuckle.Right.. I had a five year old son – the product of my nightstand with Mr. arrogant whom I'd never met since we got intimate.. I could vividly remember, confirming my pregnancy six years ago was like a nightmare..‘I’m just trying to cope in a new country and now, a pregnancy?’ Those were the exact words I said to the doctor when he broke the news of my pregnancy… “You can't cope with this job like this, you're heavily pregnant and your consistent sleep makes your work so unprofessional..” Those were the words tha
5…Two-edged sword's stab “And what gives you the impression that only your dad has the same eye and hair colour as you, in this world!”That, with a cold voice and then a stern look was literally how Sarah reacted to my son's statement. At that same moment, the decoration workers inside her office rushed out immediately, leaving the office.Who can stand the wild Sarah Donalds?..She glared dangerously at Reid, making the little boy grab a handful of my cloth while trying to hold me tight in fright.My heart was still racing hard and my head was aching badly due to Mr. Arrogant sudden denial but …!How was I even supposed to affirm Reid's words of being his son when all I'm saying seems so strange to Mr arrogant?..When I have no evidence to back up all I knew about that night..?And in fact, Sarah's glares and cruel reactions?..Damn!.“You'll have to give him time” I told myself, feeling myself shivering slightly like I'd caught a cold flu.“No, Sarah, you don't talk to a little
On suspension Getting sacked has been all I'd been avoiding since I began working with Sarah. Even during the days I was so indisposed, my work had always been a priority simply because I believed it was one of the highest paying jobs in town and the only way I could give my son the best life I dreamed of..But now?..Fired?..Sarah had never uttered those words to me. She was either going to say ‘Do you want to get fired' or ‘Have you found yourself a new job already?..’But today was different and I knew she wasn't joking.I didn't hesitate falling on my knees.. Where was I supposed to go from here?..Getting fired literally means losing my official car and house. Oh damn, I wasn't ready to be homeless, not even in a thousand years to come.I'd used the incomes I got in the last few years to cater for myself and my son, as well as covering the costs of renewing my stay in this country since my stay was no longer tied to my employment at the museum so I had little savings to depen
7..Mum, are we in trouble?.. After so many attempts to convince Reid, he finally agreed to go shopping and enjoy the rest of his birth-day hours..Nanny Precious did most of the job while I sat in a corner, sipping a cup of drink for a very long while with my mind reeling with different thoughts.The worst thing was that I had no one to talk to nor get some advisory words from. I hadn't communicated with my family since I left also, so I was just alone.“I'm so tired” Reid yawned, hugging me from behind as I drove home.“We're almost home, okay?” I spoke to pretend like I wasn't deep in thoughts.“If dad was here, he'll do the driving while I sleep on your lap” he muttered, yawning again.I sighed, tightening my grip around the steering wheel.Reid talks about his father was getting too much these days and it was bothersome, especially now that his father was about to have his own family without any memory of us..“Even if he won't accept me, at least, he should accept Reid" I'd m
### Chapter 8 Adeline didn’t hesitate; she grabbed Reid’s hand, her fingers trembling but firm. “We’re leaving,” she said, her voice barely audible over the lump rising in her throat. Reid stared up at her, eyes wide, his cheeks streaked with tears. “Where are we going, Mum?” “Somewhere safe.” Her words were more of a promise to herself than to him. She refused to let despair take over, even as Precious clung tightly to Reid’s other hand, whispering soothing words in his ear. They walked past the men, Adeline keeping her gaze forward, pretending their piercing stares didn’t burn into her back. She felt naked without the car keys in her hand, without the home waiting for her just a few steps away. But this wasn’t the time to crumble. “Where will we sleep?” Reid’s question hung in the cold evening air as they rounded the corner, the building now out of sight. Adeline stopped. For a moment, her carefully crafted strength faltered, and the weight of their situation pressed h
Chapter 9 In-between the web I didn’t want to open the door. My hands trembled as I stared at it, the weight of my breathing filling the room. Alex being here didn’t make sense. He was supposed to be living his perfect life, far away from us. So why now? Precious stood behind me, clutching Reid, who had woken up, his small arms wrapped tightly around her neck. “Mum, who’s there?” he whispered, his voice barely audible but sharp enough to pierce my heart. I didn’t answer. My mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. If Alex was here, it wasn’t a coincidence. He had no idea where we were. At least, he shouldn’t have. Another knock, harder this time, echoed through the room. “Adeline, I know you’re in there.” His voice made my chest tighten. How long had it been since I’d heard it? Too long, yet not long enough. I swallowed the lump in my throat and gestured for Precious to stay back. “Mum—” “It’s fine,” I cut Reid off, though it was a lie. Nothing about this was
Chapter 10: on the RideThe knock reverberated through the cramped apartment, each thud like a countdown to disaster. My throat tightened as I stared at the door, my fingers curling into trembling fists. Alex. Why now? Why here? “Mum,” Reid’s small voice pulled me back. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking from me to Precious, who had gone as pale as a sheet. “It’s nothing, sweetheart,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Go back to sleep.” The knocking grew more insistent, and I motioned for Precious to take Reid into the bathroom. She nodded silently, scooping him up and shutting the door behind her. My heart pounded as I took a step toward the door, my bare feet feeling like lead weights. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to hide. But there was no running from this. When I finally opened the door, Alex stood there, his face shadowed by the dim hallway light. His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, locked onto mine. “Adeline,” he said,
Chapter 75: Unfinished BusinessLucien’s grip on the lawsuit papers tightened, his jaw clenched so hard I thought he might snap the paper in half. The name on the document burned into my mind—Blake. A ghost from my past, a man I had buried with my pain, was now clawing his way back into my life.I took a step closer, my heartbeat like a drum in my ears. “What exactly is he suing for?”Lucien exhaled sharply, handing me the document. “He’s claiming rights to your father’s estate. He says he had a legal agreement with him before his death.”I scoffed. “That’s impossible. My father would never do business with a man like him.”Lily smirked from her seat, swirling the wine in her glass as if enjoying the chaos. “Well, sweetheart, the law doesn’t care what your father would or wouldn’t do. It only cares about the paperwork. And if Blake has something solid, you might lose everything.”I shot her a glare before focusing back on the papers. My hands trembled slightly as I skimmed through the
Chapter 74: The Return of a Ghost** I barely had time to process the shock before Lucien’s phone rang. His jaw clenched as he glanced at the screen, then at me. “It’s him,” he said. Blake. The name alone sent a cold wave through me, but I squared my shoulders. I wouldn’t show fear. Not now. Not ever. “Answer it,” I said. Lucien hesitated for a second before putting the call on speaker. “Blake.” A slow chuckle came from the other end. “Lucien. It’s been a while.” My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice. Smooth, confident—just as I remembered. “What do you want?” Lucien’s tone was sharp. Blake sighed dramatically. “Straight to business. No ‘how have you been?’ No pleasantries?” “You filed a lawsuit against the company,” I cut in. “We don’t have time for games.” Blake went silent for a beat. Then, his voice turned cold. “Oh, but I do. And I’m just getting started.” I exchanged a glance with Lucien. Whatever Blake was up to, it wasn’t just about money. This
Chapter 72: A Mid Night Meeting I stared at the letter in my trembling hands, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The words on the page felt like a slap to my face—a cruel reminder that secrets never stayed buried forever. Lucien reached for the letter, his fingers brushing against mine. "Lila, who sent this?" His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with urgency. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "There’s no name, no return address. Just…this." I handed it over, my hands still shaking. Lucien's sharp gaze scanned the words, and I saw the moment he tensed, his jaw tightening. "They know about Reid." His voice was laced with fury. "They know everything." A chill ran through me. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I forced myself to breathe. "What do they want?" Lucien lifted the paper slightly. "A meeting. Tonight. Midnight. They’re giving us an address." I exhaled shakily. "This could be a trap." "It could be," he admitted, his eyes flickering with dark intensity. "Bu
Chapter 72: Running Out of Time** Lucien’s grip tightened around the phone as Wallace’s voice echoed through the empty estate. **“You’re running out of time, Hunter.”** The message ended with a sharp beep. I didn't know what exactly to think, I just kept mute, I don't know what exactly to upon, but deep down I know I needed to act as fast as I could Silence filled the air, thick with tension. Caleb exhaled sharply. “Well, that’s not ominous at all.” Lucien didn’t speak. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might snap. I stepped closer, my pulse pounding. “Lucien, what does he mean?” His gaze flicked to me, then back to the phone. “Wallace doesn’t leave messages unless he wants us to hear them. He’s taunting me.” I crossed my arms. “Or warning you.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “No. Wallace doesn’t warn people. If he says we’re running out of time, it means he has something planned.” A chill ran down my spine. Caleb shifted, cracking his knuckles. “So, wh
Chapter 71: The TrapThe morning sun barely peeked through the blinds when I woke up to an empty bed. I reached out, but Lucien was gone. Panic shot through me until I heard voices from downstairs. Throwing on a robe, I hurried down, stopping at the living room entrance. Lucien stood near the window, speaking into his phone. Caleb and Luca sat on the couch, deep in discussion. “No,” Lucien said firmly. “We move first.” He turned, spotting me. His eyes softened for a second before his expression hardened again. “Yeah, I’ll handle it,” he muttered before hanging up. I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?” Lucien sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Wallace is making his move.” My stomach clenched. “How soon?” Luca leaned forward. “Tonight.” Caleb nodded. “His men are moving shipments. If we hit them first, we cripple his operation.” Lucien’s gaze locked onto mine. “I need you to stay here.” I frowned. “Lucien—” “No arguments, Lila,” he said firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
Chapter 70: The Next MoveLucien didn’t let go of me. Even as the police sirens grew louder, as Caleb barked orders into his phone, and as Morgan lay groaning on the ground, Lucien’s arms stayed wrapped around me like a shield. “I need you to get in the car,” he murmured. I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I’m not leaving you.” “Lila.” His voice was firm, but there was something else in his eyes—something raw. “Please.” I hesitated. The last time I’d let him handle things alone, it had almost gone terribly wrong. But this time, the police were coming. This time, Morgan wasn’t walking away. I gave him a sharp nod and turned toward the car. But just as I took a step, a gunshot rang out. Lucien tackled me before I could even register what was happening. We hit the ground hard. My breath whooshed out, and my ears rang. Caleb shouted. Someone screamed. Lucien cursed. “Stay down.” I barely had time to process the words before he was on his feet, gun raised.
Chapter 69: This wasn't overLucien was silent on the drive home. His hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. The air between us felt heavy, charged with unspoken words. I kept stealing glances at him, hoping he’d say something—**anything**—but he didn’t. When we pulled into the driveway, he shut off the engine and exhaled slowly. “I should’ve told you what I was doing,” he finally said. I nodded. “Yeah, you should have.” His eyes met mine. “But you shouldn’t have followed me, Lila.” I crossed my arms. “What was I supposed to do? Sit at home while you put yourself in danger?” Lucien sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “This isn’t just about me.” “I know,” I said. “That’s why we need to work together.” He hesitated. “I don’t know how to do that.” I reached for his hand. “Then let’s figure it out.” For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he nodded. **It wasn’t a promise. But it was a step forward.** ---Insid
Chapter 67: The Pushing away Lucien didn't let go. Even as the city pulsed beyond the glass windows of his office, he held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish. His body was tense, his grip firm—but beneath it, I felt something deeper. **Fear. Guilt. Uncertainty.** “I can’t lose you, Lila,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. I pulled back slightly, enough to look into his eyes. “Then stop pushing me away.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I don’t want you caught in my darkness.” I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing against the stubble on his cheeks. “Lucien, I don’t care about the darkness. I care about you.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.” “Then let me help you,” I whispered. For a moment, he just stared at me, like he was searching for something—some proof that I wasn’t making empty promises. Then, finally, he nodded. “Okay.” It wasn’t much. But it was **a start.** ---That night, Lucien didn’t go b
Chapter 67: The Cost of VictoryLucien didn’t speak as we walked out of the warehouse. His steps were heavy, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching. Caleb stayed close, his eyes scanning our surroundings as if expecting another attack. Police officers moved around us, securing the area, but none of it made me feel safe. **Not yet.** Luca stood by one of the police vehicles, his arms crossed. When he saw me, his expression softened, but only slightly. “You okay?” I nodded. “Thanks to you guys.” His gaze shifted to Lucien. “You look like hell.” what, what do you mean?, I asked myself, I didn't want to show off any form of anger, so I had take slow and calm, me don't want anything or form, that anything is escalating so let's keep on a lowLucien barely reacted. His knuckles were still raw, blood drying on his skin. His face was bruised, but that wasn’t what worried me. **It was the emptiness in his eyes.** Luca sighed, shaking his head. “Wallace is