Avery’s POVI heard footsteps approaching while I moved cautiously on the chair, “Who do we have here? It's fucking Avery Livingstone!” her voice echoed across the warehouse.Instantly I felt rage course through my bloodstream, I knew this voice even in my sleep. Laura Jones!Someone moved closer, probably a bodyguard then removed my blindfold and the cloth on my mouth roughly before moving away. I blinked twice trying to get a hang of my environment, suddenly I felt so scared seeing the fierce-looking bodyguards standing close to me.Recoiling into my shell, I redirected my gaze to Laura who had an evil smirk on her face, “So the almighty Avery is finally in front of me. I warned you, but you just did not listen, always thinking you are better than me. Who's the boss now?” she taunted, moving closer to me.I stared daggers at her but was taken aback when I saw Khloe walking behind her holding a pistol. My heartbeat increased and I started piecing the puzzle together, Khloe called Jam
"Congratulations, Liam! You truly deserve it," the presenter beamed as she handed him the golden statuette, a glint of admiration in her eyes. My heart sank. Liam Leon Galloway, my contracted husband, the man who never loved me from the start, was now being celebrated on the grand stage of the 51st Annual Movie Academy Award. And there she was, that woman beside him, looking at him with such adoration, a smile that I know never for once belonged to me but neither to her. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, trying to suppress the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. How did it come to this? The life I thought I had was crumbling before my eyes, replaced by a cruel reality I couldn't escape. Liam's speech echoed through the room, each word a dagger in my chest. "Thanking God," he said, his voice carrying across the screen. There was no God in my world, only an empty void that once held love and dreams. I wiped my tears angrily, trying to regain composure.
AVERY’S POV I quietly, but swiftly composed myself at the sound of his voice. If he so much as suspected I had been crying, he would only find a way to make me more miserable. "Congrats Liam. You won!" I mustered every bit of excitement I could feel with such a gloomy life like mine in my voice. "You watched." He said it like a statement, but knowing Liam was knowing it was a question. A question that required me feeding his bloated ego. "I did. You looked so dashing. There was definitely no one that could have won over you." I could feel the cocky grin he was sure to be spotting now. It was silent at the other end of the line. Which meant he had found a quiet spot. Perhaps, his dressing room. Where the walls were thick, and he could do, and say whatever, while retaining the heartthrob of the nation title. "If you weren't so damn annoying, you could have been up that stage with me tonight. It's your fault you're sitting alone at home, in that ugly robe of yours, instead of
"Debby." I said, hurriedly picking up my robe, and covering up. She chuckled, coming in. "I came to drop off your dress for dinner. You didn't answer when I knocked, so I came in anyway. You don't mind, do you?" She was taunting me. Just like her boss, she loved to see me defeated. She was his PA afterall, and she worshiped him. If he asked her to throw me into a burning fire, she would do so with a smirk. Maybe then she could finally get the opportunity to catch his attention beyond being a slave to his needs. "Thank you." I faked a smile, as she dropped the bagged up dress on my bed. "Did you watch him win tonight? He looked heavenly right?" She asked in a dreamy voice, not a care in the world if she was standing before his wife. "He did." I simply said. "So you watched. Did you see the woman in his arms? Didn't she used to be your best friend?" She chuckled mockingly. The heaviness in my chest returned. I had to give it to Liam. He knew to send her to talk me down, s
Jamel rose to his feet, and turned around to face Liam. My heart began to thump loudly against my chest. Just what I needed. A man who didn't love me, but was super protective, and a man I once loved, who was hell bent on still protecting me. "Liam. I didn't think you were here. Oh wait, I did see you a few minutes ago with all those women surrounding you. Must be nice right?" He was pushing for a fight. The nails on my fingers dug into my palm as I held my breath in wait for Liam's response. There was going to be a tussle, and I would end up being on the receiving end of Liam's bile. If only Jamel knew nothing he was doing was of help, he would stop at once. "It's not my fault the ladies like to rally around me. If you were less hideous, perhaps you'd get your own share of attention." He shrugged. I could see he was fighting hard to keep his cool. But behind those eyes, I knew a demon was struggling to come out. Jamel chuckled dryly. "Maybe it's just me, but if I had a wife a
I closed my eyes as the headlight of the car converged on my face. It instantly took me back to three years and three months ago. FLASHBACK My alarm blaring woke me up. As I opened my eyes, my reality hit me like a wrecking ball. Life was such a fickle journey. One second, I was traveling continents with my best friends, but now, I couldn't afford two meals a day. As I laid on my bed, my mind wandered. I thought of the really good times. After all, my imagination was the only thing keeping me together right now. If I didn't have my thoughts, I would have lost my mind already. No one deserved this kind of pain. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Who ever thought Avery Livingston would move from her mansion to this dilapidated one bedroom apartment? The IT girl everyone wanted to associate with. The biggest retail therapist in the City. The only one who could comfortably walk into a store, and splurge millions on impulse. In a twinkle of an eye, it was all gone. My fami
Avery’s POV I lay with my back on my old bed, reminiscing about everything that transpired earlier today. It felt surreal, but it occurred as the groceries Liam got for me were sitting comfortably on a small stool at the end of the room. My room served as a sitting room as my mom’s old sofa sat comfortably close to the door and the small-sized bed we shared was sitting close to the wall. Thankfully, my mother before she fell sick was able to create a makeshift kitchen, but that was not my focus now. Reaching in my purse, I brought out the business card Liam placed in my hands before driving away into the night after he dropped me off at the entrance of my street. Earlier I was too embarrassed to bring him here, this dilapidated building would have been a course of shame to the man who just offered me a better life and a means of escape from this shabby world. Sighing, I read the initials at the bottom of the card, Liam Leon Galloway- “So this is the full name of my angel
Avery’s POVMy stupid alarm blaring woke me up again but this time around I was not sad it did, I felt a new resolve towards life since my problem was solved. Stretching and yawning I smiled just thinking of everything I planned to do today, It seemed unbelievable that after so many years I would be going on a shopping spree in one of the biggest fashion houses- ZARA. This was a dream come true for me, standing up from the bed I moved towards the bathroom and felt a sense of joy since I would be leaving this house very soon. All of my pains and agony would be over as there was too much going on in my life right now, I've accepted the choice I made and there was no turning back now. Liam told me he would come pick me up by twelve, so I decided to be ready before then. I did some cleaning around the house not that I intended to stay for long, but I just needed to keep my thoughts at bay and be busy with something. The joy in my heart was increasing by the hour, I had a quick bath aft
Avery’s POVI heard footsteps approaching while I moved cautiously on the chair, “Who do we have here? It's fucking Avery Livingstone!” her voice echoed across the warehouse.Instantly I felt rage course through my bloodstream, I knew this voice even in my sleep. Laura Jones!Someone moved closer, probably a bodyguard then removed my blindfold and the cloth on my mouth roughly before moving away. I blinked twice trying to get a hang of my environment, suddenly I felt so scared seeing the fierce-looking bodyguards standing close to me.Recoiling into my shell, I redirected my gaze to Laura who had an evil smirk on her face, “So the almighty Avery is finally in front of me. I warned you, but you just did not listen, always thinking you are better than me. Who's the boss now?” she taunted, moving closer to me.I stared daggers at her but was taken aback when I saw Khloe walking behind her holding a pistol. My heartbeat increased and I started piecing the puzzle together, Khloe called Jam
Author’s POVA week later they went to the hospital to do an Ultrasound since Avery had been complaining of the baby kicking too much. Jamal has been cooking and making her happy while they awaited the arrival of the baby.He wasn't acting like the baby was not his, Avery’s mom was more than grateful when she found out Jamal was the way who paid for her treatment. She became more furious at Liam and prayed silently that he would live in regret for the pain he caused her daughter.“Miss Avery, can you see your baby’s features carefully, he is growing so well. I can see that Jamal took good care of the both of you, thankfully the ultrasound shows no sign of any complication.” Dr. Leonard said, passing Jamal a napkin.He wiped off the gel carefully while smiling warmly, “He looks so cute Ave.” Grinning, she replied, “My little champ will be here soon.”When he was done Jamal helped Avery up while she breathed heavily since it was just a few days away from her EDD. “Thank you, babe.” Aver
Avery’s POVPondering on the revelation I just got from Mrs. Galloway a notification popped up on my phone. I checked it and discovered it was a threat from an unknown number,“Watch your back, Avery, I'm coming for you. This is not over yet, Liam is mine, and I refuse to share him with you. I don't mind wiping your footprint off the surface of this earth, be warned!!”Instantly I knew it was from Laura, taking a deep breath I wondered what she still wanted from me. I could not understand how I was standing in her way to be with Liam. It sounded so absurd, but then I decided to report it to Jamal so we could get a restraining order on her too.Jamal arrived hours later, “How is my baby doing?” he said, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Exhaling sharply I replied,“ It has been a hell of a day babe, I'm happy you are here, can we go home now?”He stared at me in a funny way, “Alright, but you will have to give me every single detail about it.” he said before reaching for my brunch pac
Avery’s POV Two weeks later, I glanced at the handsome young man driving me to the studio. Jamal was indeed a blessing to me, he went as far as employing bodyguards from a security company to guard the studio. Smiling he drove into the parking lot of the studio before turning the ignition off. “Make sure you sort everything with the galleries today, don’t forget your promise this is your last day coming to work. Try not to stress your beautiful self, I love you always, Ave.” he said before leaning in and claiming my lips softly. I moaned loudly in his mouth, Jamal quickly jerked away from me. “You are doing it again, please you can step out now before I do something drastic like claiming you in the backseat now!” he said running his finger through his hair. Blushing I replied, “Yes sire, have a lovely day too. Don’t get too worked up I know you will certainly smash your pitch. I love you.” Jamal stepped down from the car and held the door for me, assisting me with my bags. Thankf
Liam’s POVI sauntered into the sitting room feeling weary, my jaw ached so bad I could no longer feel my gum. At this moment, I realized I already lost Avery two years ago from the time I first raised my hand to smack her across her face and also when I cheated on her with Lisa, my secretary. Exhaling I slumped on the couch, reaching for the whiskey bottle I gulped the whole content. Staring around the sitting room, my life flashed before me, and I recalled how Avery and I were so happy before my ego spoiled everything we built. My head started spinning terribly. I felt like dying, my career was over even with every tactic I used in trying to get these directors to invest in my company it was useless. The funny thing was my grandfather resolved to donate half of his properties to Charity when he passed away, so there was no inheritance waiting for me since I failed to keep my marriage. Sighing, I reached for the second bottle of whiskey, How long would I plead with Avery? Deep dow
Author’s POVEarlier, Jamal and Avery were having a conversation in the sitting room, “Babe since your EDD is close I want you to stop going to the studio in the meantime, After postpartum you can start going again. Could you please do this one thing for me? I don't feel settled knowing that Liam is trying to get you back, and we don't know how violent he can become when you keep refusing him.” Jamal said while massaging Avery’s shoulders gently.“Yes…! This feels so good, right there, that’s the spot.” Avery replied, completely immersed in the massage. “Avery!! Are you even listening?”She paused and stared at him softly, “Jamal that’s the only way I get to leave the house, you are always going off to work and coming back home late. My mom has her therapy sessions during the week and Emma is still on her vacation, so what do I do? And I have two art pieces to deliver after this, I'm done. I promise to be more careful, and we could file a restraining order against Liam.” Avery replied
Liam’s POVWhat would I do to make Avery come back to me? This question rang through my mind while I sat in my car after being chased out of the studio by Avery’s security.I sighed heavily, shortly after I saw Jamal running crazily out of his car into the studio. He came out hurriedly in less than five minutes holding Avery who was unconscious in his hands while running towards the car.He closed the car door and looked around the neighborhood searching for something. I quickly lowered my head to prevent him from seeing my features behind the steering wheel, Jamal drove out from the studio to the hospital.Immediately I panicked before turning on the ignition of my car, what could be the problem? I hoped silently in my heart that something terrible would happen to Avery and my baby.Hitting my forehead lightly I cursed myself, “Liam! Why do you destroy things when you are supposed to be fixing them? You are still as selfish as ever, you kept on sneaking up on Avery knowing fully well
Chapter 113Avery’s POV Jamal held me close while we left the hospital, Dr. Leonardo told him something, but they discussed it in hushed tones while the nurse took my blood sample. He returned saying everything was normal, but after the discussion his countenance was disturbing. It was obvious something was going on, but Jamal was keeping it away from me, so I made up my mind to get the details from him before going to bed. We stopped at the pharmacy down the road and Jamal got down to get the supplements I needed and some drugs Dr. Leonard prescribed earlier at the hospital. I watched him walk into the pharmacy, he looked so tensed and angry but tried his best to calm himself down. Clutching my dress I tried to calm myself down, Liam cornering me at the studio was something I never thought he was going to do. Reaching for my purse, I took my phone out and dialed my mom’s number, “Hello, mommy,” I said, immediately she answered. “My lovely daughter Avery, How have you been? I t
Avery’s POVThe incident with Liam suddenly made me jittery, Jamal noticed how I easily forgot minimal details and how I kept dropping items on the ground in our bedroom. We moved to the guest room yesterday, Jamal helped to move all my stuff and got me a new massage chair. It felt so good last night when I tried it out, but it did not help with my fear of being cornered by Liam at the shopping mall. What became crazy was the fact that I knew Liam must have scouted for me through my social media page, and he knew where my studio was located. In the last two days, I came up with a sob story of how I was experiencing a series of cramps and just felt like resting all in a bid to outrun Liam, but now I just needed to get back to work. It is just a few weeks from my EDD and I still have two art pieces to complete. Sighing, I stepped on the accelerator while I drove down the road heading for the studio. Jamal left the house a couple of hours ago, it would be unfair to request that he dr