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