Chapter 117. Zyrielle's POV. "Wakey wakey, rise and shine my sweetheart we need to leave as soon as possible." Rain dragged my feet from under the bed making me grimace in mock anger. I definitely didn't mind whatever he wanted from me as long as it gave me peace. "I told you I had a meeting earlier today. Can we take some time before traveling?" I negotiated so that I could sleep in more. "Nope, because I know you don't have anywhere to go. Courtesy of Brenda who has informed me of your schedule beforehand. So what other excuse do you have?" He inquired, making me a bit worried. "Should I be worried about your stalkerish tendencies?" I grinned into the blanket refusing to show my face. He knew what he was doing and I also wanted to beat him at his game. "Yep... That's why I need you to stand and confront me about it. You cannot just allow me to get away with my stalkerish tendencies." He made quotes in the air. There was no winning with Rain. This man was a smooth neg
Zyrielle's POV.Right at that moment a lot of things went wrong with my mental health. I couldn't breathe properly, I began to think of how the media was going to go agog with the current development. I couldn't even fathom how I was going to be able to walk around except if I to prove that it wasn't me in any of those clips he threatened to pull out. "You must be the most delusional person that I have ever met in my entire life. How do you think this is going to favor you in any way? You came here with the intention to threaten us to do what? Will the company to you?" Rain piped up. I wasn't even sure that he had any videos of me but coming from someone who was this desperate, had this sinister plan before I could even find out, nothing was impossible with him. Lucas threw his head backwards and began to laugh. "I wouldn't give out my trade secrets now would I? I came to make a proposition. It's either you return the shares you bought or I do exactly what I said. It doesn't take m
Zyrielle’s POV “Mrs. Bourne, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” an unfamiliar voice said, pulling me out of my reverie. “Dr. Sanchez?” “She isn’t in today, so I’ll be your doctor for today. I am Dr. Leo,” he stretched out his hands, but I ignored it, causing him to chuckle lightly. My heart had been thumping hard in fear. I didn’t know what to expect, as it had been over fifteen to twenty minutes since I was asked to wait. “Are you…” he started, staring at me before adding softly, “I’m here for the results,” I said, pulling him back to the present. “Yeah, right. Back to the results. I do have bad news and good ones, of course,” he said, smiling softly at me, perhaps to clear the already tense air. But I was in no mood to smile. All I needed right now was to know what was wrong with me before it broke my marriage completely. Lucas wasn’t coming home, just like the past few weeks. He had sent me a message to check on myself, as I had been looking malnourished despite t
Zyrielle’s POV “Cheryl, baby.” His moan suddenly rang. I pushed in my tracks, This wasn’t happening to me! Cheryl Walker, his model ex, had broken him and his business before I had stepped in. As though under the influence, I walked back into the room and pushed Lucas off before carelessly hitting a naked Cherly. “You slut!” “YOU FUCKUNG LEFT HIM WHEN HE NEEDED YOU!” She didn't get to waltz back in and style all I had put into the marriage, not after all she had done to him. "Elle, are you crazy?" I heard Lucas ask before he threw me away like I weighed nothing. My hands instinctively protected my flat stomach before my fragile body hit the wall. “What the hell is wrong with you? How dare you lay a finger on my pregnant wife? You desperate bitch!" he growled. Feeling like it was the perfect time to act modest, he covered himself, and Ellie finally pulled the sheets in herself. I scoffed, trying to tell him once again that I was pregnant, but she cut me off. “How
Zyrielle's POV “You, okay?" I was sure I looked like hell. No one going through what I was going through would be okay. "Bad breakup?” he asked while he mixed drinks for another customer. "You know, I’ve got just the thing for you.” He poured a generous shot, his eyes locked on mine.“On the house, beautiful. You look like you could use a little pick-me-up.” I just needed anything to forget—the diagnosis, my failed marriage… everything. I downed the shot in one gulp, wincing as the alcohol burned my throat.“Men are scum,” I muttered, slamming my fist on the bar. I was already too tired of crying. The bartender chuckled, “Ah, I see. Well, I can’t argue with that. We can be a bit of a handful sometimes.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. “But not all of us are bad, I promise. Some of us are even worth a second chance.” I raised an eyebrow, a sneer playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? After wasting years of my life with this man and finally having the ch
Zyrielle's POV A soft moan escaped my lips as I stirred away from the blinding sun seeping into the room. Yesterday's event was blurry, and I just didn't feel like getting out of bed rolling. I buried myself in the hard pillows beside me before letting out a groan. "hard...rock hard," Weird, I was certain that I had nothing of that much, and worse still, I had nowhere to go, so where the fuck was I? Ignoring the ache, I opened my eyes and took in the surroundings. It was a teal-green room mixed with a fair touch of white. This was neither my room nor anywhere familiar, and I needed something to calm down my raging headache. My eyes caught my reflection, and a gasp escaped my lips as it hit me: the unknown guy at the bar and I recalled laughter, tears, and whiskey-fueled conversations. My eyes traveled back to the rock-hard pillows and met his chest. Fuck! I had sex with the stranger I had met last night. As if his bare chest wasn't enough proof, my eyes trailed down under the
Zyrielle's POV. Uncle? What the hell was going on here? The world around me spun while my face flamed in humiliation as all eyes fell on me. It was one thing to have a drunken affair; it was another for the entire world to know that I had an affair after being accused of seducing my ex-husband. "What is he saying, Zyrielle?" Lucas demanded, echoing everyone's thoughts even mine. The thought that we were live on TV made me wince. "I don't know this man." I tried denying but no one seemed to buy my story. Rain raised a brow but didn't say a word. Lucas chuckled darkly. "When I called you a slut, never would I have guessed that you slept with my uncle? Just how shameless can you be?!" He yelled while glancing at his uncle. “Uncle, I’m so sorry that this happened …” Lucas began and I couldn’t help but wish to disappear. “I’m sure she did this to get back to me, I didn’t even know you were back… I would have kept my slut of an ex-wife at bay…. Just like she did me, I'm
Zyrielle's POV His words seemed to have an effect of my morale, Consumed with rage, I marched back into the TV station with a sneer on my face. I have had enough of Lucas's treatment of me. It was time to show him who was the boss. I headed toward the table and thrust the divorce papers in his hands, it hit him in the face causing him to disengage his hold from his bitch. "What the hell is this?" He asked as he leafed through the pages. I smirked at him, "My copy of the divorce papers. I'm now your ex-wife just like you wanted!” Phew, that sounded so good, grinned at the stunned pair. Lucas recovered first, and Cheryl followed shortly after. They released a chortle, and I folded my arms in acknowledgment. "You signed the divorce papers?" he repeated. "Well, I didn't think I stuttered, did I?" I replied calmly while picking my nails, "You're to sign the other part. I await you in court; I need to get my things." I replied and turned on my heels. "Who the hell do you think you