Zeke's POVAs I entered the lively casino, the flashing lights and buzzing atmosphere immediately pulled me in. It was crowded as usual, but I found it irritating.“Look who we have here.” I turned to see Zane walking towards me with a glass of wine in his hands. “Long time no see brother.” He added as we shook hands and patted each other's shoulders.“Yeah. Long time no see.” I replied. We walked past the sexy strippers, we passed a few men playing card games and a whole lot of other interesting views before arriving in the private suite.“Brotherr.” Fletcher called out excitedly and shoved aside the lady that was clinging to him. “Fletcher.” I smiled. “Seems some habits are too precious to outgrow.” I added. They laughed.“Well, a man got to do what a man must.” Fletcher replied.We settled in and ordered for more drinks. Fletcher sent the lady away, leaving just the three of us in the suite.“How have you been brother? Did you miss us?” Zane asked. I raised a brow at him.Missed t
Kamille's POV I woke up to Amanda and Belle's messages. They were coming to visit. I had prepared a lot of biscuits, cakes and juices in anticipation of their arrival. It was also the first time my kids would be receiving visitors since we arrived London. Tyris was particularly excited to meet my friends.At about eleven am, the doorbell struck. I hurried down the steps to answer.“Hey bestie!” Both of them greeted with excitement. Both took turns to give me warm hugs and pecks on both cheeks.I led them inside the house. They came laden with gifts for the kids. “Come here my little darlings.” They both said with arms wide open and my kids fell into them. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of joy and gratitude.They gave each of my children gifts and Tyris was in love with the pretty doll that they gave her. The boys all got toy cars, games and building bricks. They soon forgot about us and became engrossed with their gifts.I guided them to the dining room where we could have som
Zeke's POVI arrived at my parent's home as soon as I received my mom's message. I stared and admired the familiar building for a while before I went in. My parents' home exudes an air of refined elegance, with tasteful décor and luxurious furnishings adorning every corner. “Aha, look who found his way home.” I turned to see my mother walking gracefully towards me. She had on, one of the finest silk in London. “Hello mother.” I greeted and gave her a hug and a peck.“Oh son, how have you been faring?” She asked.“I have been good.” I replied curtly. My father strolled in just then. I took most of my features from him. He is a handsome man, just as my mom is very beautiful. Sadly, I was not privileged to have a sister as beautiful as she is.“Good morning Sir.” I greeted formally. That's how I was trained to address him, following the order of the ancient aristocrats.“Hello son. Long time no see.” My father's baritone voice echoed through the halls.“Yes Sir. Glad to see you are
Kamille's POVIt had been more than a week since I arrived London. I had been applying for work at several weather forecasting stations but most of them with lucrative offers wanted more of me than I could give. I still need to be around my kids.I landed a couple freelance gigs but I wanted something more worthwhile. Last night, I refreshed my emails hoping to see something, anything and to my amazement, I found something.I was invited to an interview based on a recommendation. The job offer was quite to my liking. Remote, great pay and lots of incentives. Jackpot! As I meticulously prepared for the interview, my mind was engrossed with activities of it's own. I wondered who my recommender was? The person must have been a high ranked person to recommend me to such an outstanding company. The offer they gave was topnotch. Almost too good to be true.The prospect of a remote job was particularly appealing, as it would allow me the flexibility I needed to be there for my kids while
Zeke's POV I arrived at the forecasting company around the time I predicted Kamille should be done with her interview, but I had waited for a few minutes before I was told she was coming out of the building. As I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked with Kamille's, and I couldn't miss the shock on her face. For a brief moment, it seemed like time stood still as we gazed at each other. Damn! How could I have missed how beautiful she is? Just as quickly as she saw me, she recovered and continued walking. As she tried to pass by me, clearly avoiding any interaction, I couldn't let her slip away without a word. I reached out and gently grabbed her arm, turning her around to face me.After a moment in my arms, she spoke up first, “Zeke? What are you doing here? Let me go, we are in public.”“Kamille,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, “we need to talk.”She stared at me for awhile. She seemed hesitant. But then she said, “Well, I don't want to talk to you and that's why I
Kamille's POV As I settled into the backseat of the cab, my mind buzzed with streams of thoughts and emotions. I gently placed my hands over my fast racing heart, hoping to calm it down.“Everything alright Ma'am?” The driver called out.“Yes, yes. I am very well. Thank you.” I replied and the cab driver nodded in response and kept on driving.Zeke's unexpected appearance had left me reeling, his words echoing in my mind, haunting me. What did he really want from me?His sudden warmth and sincerity were like a sharp contrast to the coldness he had always shown me before. It left me feeling disoriented, questioning his intentions and my own feelings.I couldn't help but recall the countless times Zeke had treated me with indifference, his icy demeanor. From the day he had asked me…No! From the day he had ordered me…. To sign the divorce papers with cold, unyielding eyes, to the moments when my efforts to please him with homemade meals were met with nothing but silent rejection, Zeke
Zeke's POV As I stepped into the office, my mind was still consumed with thoughts about Kamille. Why the fuck could she just not understand my intentions? I sat in the leather bound swivel chair which was supposed to give me comfort, but I felt no comfort.“Excuse me Sir.” Mr Rogers called out. I gave him a cold glance. His eyes fluttered at my cold eyes but over the years he had toughened up and was able to withstand my temper and not cower like others.Only a few could. “We have just received new Intel on the lawyer's case.” He began and my ears perked up with interest but I showed no emotions, so he continued.“The investigation into the cause of the accident has yielded new evidence that proves that the car was tampered with and that caused the accident. So the accident was actually orchestrated by someone.” Mr. Rogers said.“By who?” I asked coldly.“We do not have any evidences or leads as to who could have done such a thing. But whoever it was, must have had a lot to benefi
Ellen's POV Finally! Something hopeful to start the fucking day.The housekeeper at Zeke's house, Martha or whatever the hell her name, sent me a text in the wee hours of the morning saying she found something valuable to give to me. She said it belonged to the sneaky lady she saw at Zeke's place.I had no choice than to go meet her. I don't trust anyone enough to send on such matters.I strode down the sidewalk, my designer heels clicking against the pavement. My meticulously styled hair bounced with each step. I arrived at the sleek SUV parked in front of my condo, Max, my Chief security personnel and Ava stood waiting. Max opened the car and I got in, Ava sat some distance away from me and Max took the front seat beside the driver.Coursing through the bustling streets of London, I juggled a flurry of phone calls, while Ava was busy responding to the pending mails. “Canceled? But why?” My voice was sharp with disbelief as I listened to yet another cancellation from a musician sc