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 child he had always wanted, his ex who broke him comes back, and I’m thrown out… my inheritance…. Everything gone!” “After all, did he realize I was plain and ugly!” I wiped off the angry tears. The bartender’s grin wavered; his eyes filled with a sympathetic spark. “Ah, I see. Sounds like you’ve had a rough run-in with a real charmer.” He leaned closer, “Let me tell you a secret, beautiful. You are far from ugly and plain. You’re downright stunning. And if your husband couldn’t see that, that’s his loss.” My eyes welled up with tears as she continued to narrate her tale of woe. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just a disposable doormat to men like him”. I snorted, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “And I was stupid enough to think he loved me.” “He is a fool not to see you, Cupcake,” a deep baritone voice whispered, causing me to shiver. I watched as he came into view, sliding into the seat beside me. Just as I looked up at him, his eyes caught mine. Sitting beside me was what I could only describe as a Greek God, one that doesn't belong here, I must note. My eyes trailed down his chiseled jawline and facial features. He had an aura around him that screamed danger, and his tanned skin highlighted his handsome features, making him look rugged and relaxed. His dark hair was ruffled, and his tailored suited his broad shoulders and lean physique. What was a man like this doing here? “I could ask you the same,” He teased, causing my face to redden in embarrassment to have been caught staring. “Today is the worst day of my life…” I wasn’t about to expose everything that had happened to the stranger danger. “Cheated or dumped?” he asked, and I gave him a sad smile, “Typical relationship problem, so who was it? Your sister or best friend?” “His ex that broke him,” I whispered, laughing wistfully as I downed another glass. “Damn! That's a first… never knew men go back to their vomit”. “All men are scum indeed,” he joked, causing me to smile at him while he beamed at me, almost like he could see me, but I knew Lucas was right; no man would ever glance at me like I was good enough to eat. The bartender returned with another shot, and just as I was about to take it, he stopped me. “Wow! Easy girl, you know this drink is quite strong, and you seem like a lightweight,” “You don't know me one bit!” “Easy, Cupcake,” he said, and my breath caught as he asked, “What is a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?”. “This is certainly not the right place for you as they are hungry men.” “No one cares about me.” “You must be blind then; I'm receiving a lot of death takes.” I blushed before throwing down another shot. “Do you think I'm beautiful looking like this?” I asked him and shook my head, “I know I'm not, and this is how you lure girls into your beds; then you should know it isn't working.” “I don’t. Do you want to get out of then?” That was quick; he was just like the others. “I wasn’t wrong about you; all men are the same. You take what you want and then leave!” “Fuck men!” without warning, I gulped down the drink after thanking the bartender and began heading out. Tears poured down my eyes as I snuggled through the bodies of men; I felt their hands desperately try to grab me in the wrong places. “Wait!” I heard him call out. I don’t know what I was thinking about coming here; all I wanted right now was to go far away from everywhere and die in peace. There was nothing here for me. “Please!” I heard him beg, causing me to accelerate toward the door as my vision clouded my brain, and my breath came out short. The cold air hit me, and I drunkenly tried to locate my car; upon finding it, I struggled against my keys, trying to calm my breath. “Shit!”. This was not a good time to panic, especially with the honking of the fast-approaching motorbike, but I felt like I was not in sync with my body…Maybe because I was drunk. Just before I could take the hit, I felt my body being lifted into the arms of another, and the motorist threw a series of curses my way before his crazed laugh followed suit. Shaking, I leaned into his warmth as he held onto my drunken self as he led me into the passenger seat of his car, ignoring my whisper of having a car. “Are you okay?” I heard his familiar baritone voice ask, and the pressure hit me. My croaked voice whispered, “I…”. “You should have let me die…” Those bottled-up feelings hit me, and I busted into tears as everything fell on me those bottled-up feelings and with his arms around mine, I let go and cried. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked softly again, and I looked up at his blue, alluring eyes. In his eyes, I searched for mischief, wondering if I could trust him at all. “I am not coming from a place of harm…” he added softly, causing me to nod. He wiped my face affectionately, and I leaned toward his warmth. “Okay”. He pecked my forehead before driving off. One thing I couldn't understand was why it wasn't clear to me why I felt so protected by him. It looked like an exclusive bar. I noticed how everyone respected him and gave him space, but I said nothing about it, although I felt underdressed for a place like this. “Here, you won’t worry about anything,” he whispered as he led me to a private section. “Are you okay?” he asked once again; the feelings all came back, and I told him everything from my broken marriage to my parents throwing me out and then the fact that I was sick…I excluded the part that I was pregnant and had a tumor. “You know that you are beautiful and smart, right?” I became tongue-tied, and he leaned in to tuck in a strand of hair that danced alongside the night breeze. “Your husband is a fool for losing someone as gorgeous as you are,” he said again, causing me to blush under his fiery gaze. I took in his facial highlights. He leaned in, and I saw his eyes drift down slowly to my lips, and I found myself leaning in as he did. Just as our lips were about to touch, I stopped and said, regretting it almost immediately as I saw the disappointment on his face, “I'm still married.” As the night wore on, we continued to drown my sorrows in vodka, our initial awkwardness giving way to a sense of understanding, although he told me nothing about himself. With each successive shot, our reservations faded, and our laughter grew louder. We stumbled over words, our sentences slurring together in a hilarious mess. At one point, I found myself giggling uncontrollably as the stranger attempted to do a terrible version of a karaoke song. Bored, I joined in, our voices blending in a noisy, off-key singing. We become increasingly sloppy, their arms slung over each other's shoulders, laughing over rubbish. In a drunken slur, he looked at me with glassy eyes and whispered, "You're the most beautiful girl ever... I mean, ever! Your husband is a fool... a complete fool!" My heart swelled with mixed emotions—sadness, anger, and a hint of gratitude toward this stranger who validated my worth. I smiled wistfully, my words slurring, "Thanks... thanks for understanding. You're not so bad yourself." The stranger's face lit up with a goofy grin, and he hugged me tightly. We stood there, swaying to the night's music, two strangers-turned-friends bonding over shared heartaches. In that moment, I felt a fleeting sense of connection. The Bournes and my family didn’t deserve my death. My child deserved love to the fullest, and I deserved a love that never made me feel like a second choice… I let out a drunken chuckle before whispering, “Marry Me…”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
Zyrielle's POV "Do you want me to do anything about it?" Rain spoke, drawing me out of my reverie. “About what?” He pointed at my phone. "You were talking to your parents, what do you want me to do about it?" I blinked slowly, trying to understand where all of these were coming from."You want to help me?" I repeated and he nodded. "Why?" "Why not?" He repeated and I blinked at him. He wasn't making any sense. Why would he want to help me? "I don't know what you want me from me, I mean you just met me, what?... A day, it's not even up to twenty-four hours. Why are you helping me?" I finished. He shrugged, catching me off guard again. My eyes unconsciously trailed down my ring finger at the glistening ring, the reluctance to talk about it was surprising… I didn’t want to let go of it as it brought me a sense of comfort. My eyes met his. "I don't see any reason why you should be hesitant about receiving help." He replied, his eyes boring into mine as if daring me to ans
Zyrielle's POV. “Why won’t I talk about her huh?” Lucas sighed before yelling, “What the fuck is wrong with you Cheryl!” "What do you mean by why am I talking about her?" Cheryl answered angrily and I moved backward, hiding behind the boulder in the house, watching them. "I don't understand what you're arguing about. I don't know what you want me to do anymore." Lucas fired at her darkly and now I was getting more confused about their argument. It didn't make any sense. "Why did you allow her just insult you and go scot-free instead of doing the needful? You should have made her regret her actions.” “Now, we are the laughing stock in the country…possibly half the world. Have you forgotten that we were on live tv?" She reminded him. “Not only that but you fucking dare her to leave and started acting like a kid!” “And whose idea was that huh?” I think I was just getting the hang of the argument, but it still didn't make any sense to me. Why would they imagine that I w
Zyrielle's POV."Where do you think you're going?" I raised my head slightly when he spoke and stared at him angrily. "What do you mean by that?" I replied calmly not wanting him to disrupt my attention. "How can you just decide to up and leave?" He asked in an incredulous tone which made me a bit tired of his questions. I didn't care about him anymore why couldn't he just accept the fact that I was moving on happily. "You can't just leave me”.“I’ll be damned to let you leave me to stay with my uncle, that's the problem!" "I understand you very much, but I don't care. I think your jealousy is misplaced, in case you've not noticed, I am no longer married to you, so I can be with anyone that I want to be with.”“Moreover, what the hell does this even mean? You think that my life would come to an end because of you? Of course not! I will make you pay for ever betraying me, you understand me?" "No, I don't understand you. How long have you been sleeping with my uncle, you slut?!" I
Zyrielle's POV. My eyes flew open the minute Lucas flew across the room and a loud crack sound resounded. What the hell? "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" I cried out when I saw his head bleeding. The culprit, Rain was busy heaving in anger while his muscles became bigger. This is dangerous! "Rain, we need to get him to the hospital!" I called for him and he stared at me, I shrunk at his glare. Man, he was pissed. The question was why? This wasn't supposed to happen! Lucas isn't supposed to die. "We need to take him to the hospital!" I made my voice louder in case he didn't hear me in the first place. He snorted and marched toward a whimpering Lucas who dragged himself backwards. I didn't know what to do. This was preposterous! "You dare lay your hand on my wife?" Rain demanded in a calm voice that I knew belied what he was feeling. His hands were coiled like a tight spring, ready to snap into pieces at the slightest second. "You don't know what you are doing? Why are you dating my w
Zyrielle's POV It didn't make any sense at all. "Why are you taking me here? I can manage." I replied, trying to stop him from taking responsibility for me. “I'm not a kept woman, I don't want you to take responsibility for me." Rain grimaced before pressing the button. "I don't know about you darling but you don't have a choice. I'm taking good care of you whether or not you like it." He replied shocking me to the bone. I opened my mouth to ask why again. The usual question that I knew was beginning to sound like a broken record. "You're worth it, that's the only reason I can give you. The only problem I have is my stupid nephew who made you feel lesser than you truly are. You're a beautiful lady who deserves the best things in life." He responded and looked at me quietly. I felt my cheeks flaming hot at his intense stare. This man surely knew how to sweet-talk a woman which was a huge red flag. I didn't know what to make of it. “That was what he said yet went ah
Zyrielle's POV. "He hits you?" I inquired from her softly. "Tell me you are lying Cheryl. I know that this might be a ploy for you to begin your pity party but..." "Why would I lie about something like that? I am a victim of abuse. Why do you think I demanded a divorce from him? I can play you the videos so that you know that I am not lying." Cheryl said. I refused to believe that she was enduring abuse yet never said anything. Well it could be because she wanted to have everything to herself and right now it was backfiring sweetly. "My goodness... Are you kidding me?" I replied, waiting for her to deny it. She shook her head pitifully and in that instant I didn't know what else to do. "I wouldn't lie about something as grave as that. I am happy that he is behind bars but let's be factual, he wouldn't be staying there for a long time. When he comes out, he would only continue from where he stopped and that is where you come in. You will have to help me fight him. It would be our
Zyrielle's POV. Although a few days had passed yet I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling in my head that I hadn't seen the end of Lucas. He was going to do something one way or the other. I still walked in fear hoping that he was just bluffing and there weren't any nudes on the internet waiting to be released. These thoughts ate deeply into my subconscious and gradually I was beginning to lose my patience. Brenda noticed this because she handled all my meetings with ease and told me to get some rest. It was easier said than done, especially with everything that was going on. A knock drew me out of my thoughts, making me look up. Brenda walked in with a smile on her face. "You have a visitor. Cheryl." She spoke. I wasn't in the mood to discuss with Cheryl despite expecting her after all this while. I knew she was going to come up with something more like an accusation but I wasn't ready to dive into that. I nodded anyway. Putting our meeting off was not going to solve the probl
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
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
Lucas' POV.Cheryl entered my room with a small smile on her face and now I was stunned by this attitude. "Why do you have such a long face? Is anything the matter?" She inquired and I looked around to confirm if she was truly talking to me. "You're acting weird. What's with the newly found attitude? Why are you smiling so much?" I demanded from her. I had a lot of projects at hand and the last thing I wanted to get involved with was making sure that she dampened my mood the most. "Why don't you just keep calm for a minute?" She said, rocking on her feet. "I can't keep calm. I just want some answers from you. How far have you gone with Zyrielle?" "What suddenly makes her your friend? I thought that you wanted me never to talk to her in the first place." I replied. "You warned me categorically to stay away from her so why the useless questions?" She giggled softly before walking towards me. "That was because you refused to defend me in front of your family and watched me get ridic
Zyrielle's POV. That wasn't going to suffice. "Love doesn't cut it most times," I replied angrily before heaving a deep sigh so that I didn't come across as a problematic fellow. Not a lot of things required immediate action. Sometimes, it was good to leave a lot unsaid so that there weren't any worries."I guess what I'm trying to make you understand is that... I would like my opinions to be taken into consideration. I know that you love me. You might want to pay deeper attention to my needs. I'm not done irrational being that would deliberately want to stir up strife simply because I want to. Believe me when I say that I don't like friction between us... I just hate it when I'm not being heard." I flung my arms in the air.He rolled his eyes at my outburst, probably not seeing any sense in my complaints. Well, that was his business because I was going to state my points. "Lucas is trying to get under your skin and you are simply letting him. I know that you might try to deny his i
Zyrielle's POV."I'll be outside!" Brenda quipped before walking out of the office and slamming the door in an undignified manner.The room lulled, "What was he doing here?" Rain inquired from me. His nose flared in anger as the words poured out of his mouth. "I don't think you should care about that," I mumbled out. "Are you kidding me right now?" He inquired from me but that was the least of my worries. "You don't think that I would be worried about you? Worried about my nephew coming here after warning him not to? He could harm you!" He slammed his hand against my desk and I jumped. I fixed him with a blithe stare. "Do you want to kill me?" I inquired from him. "I could leave if you want to express your anger," I added before picking up my bags. It wasn't as though I had much inspiration anyway. "You going nowhere till we are done with this conversation." Now he was getting on my last nerve. "I don't want to have any arguments with you. I just want to take a nap and forget th
Zyrielle's POV. "You love me?" I mocked him. "I looked at him with contempt raging in my eyes. There was absolutely no way that he would expect me to listen to his words with smiles all over my face."Yes, I love you. I made a stupid mistake earlier on but I am sorry. I didn't know what came over me in the first instant. I can assure you that I am now a changed person. I regret doing that in the first place. Please forgive me." He said all in one breath and I smiled.If anyone had told me this a few days ago I would have argued to the last but here I was listening to his lies. "You can't expect me to believe this trash coming out of your mouth. How would you even expect me to believe that you are suddenly sorry? You have probably realized that I am doing better than you ever imagined and now looking for a way to sneak into my life and destroy everything I have going for me. Well, news flash... I do not subscribe to any of this nonsense of yours. I definitely will never be going back
Zyrielle's POV. "You love me?" I mocked him. "I looked at him with contempt raging in my eyes. There was absolutely no way that he would expect me to listen to his words with smiles all over my face."Yes, I love you. I made a stupid mistake earlier on but I am sorry. I didn't know what came over me in the first instant. I can assure you that I am now a changed person. I regret doing that in the first place. Please forgive me." He said all in one breath and I smiled.If anyone had told me this a few days ago I would have argued to the last but here I was listening to his lies. "You can't expect me to believe this trash coming out of your mouth. How would you even expect me to believe that you are suddenly sorry? You have probably realized that I am doing better than you ever imagined and now looking for a way to sneak into my life and destroy everything I have going for me. Well, news flash... I do not subscribe to any of this nonsense of yours. I definitely will never be going back