“Brent, please, I didnt cheat on you!” “Shut up!” Here I was begging a man who was a cheat himself— begging him to believe me and take him back. Despite the fact that he had been the one that cheated. But where had the compromising pictures come from? “I can't — I can't b-believe you're choosing your ex over me, Brent! I'm your wife! Your wife!” “Not only have you ruined my reputation, you have ruined my family's name as well. I wish I can erase you and everything we have together from my memories,” he growled at me. “You'll pay for what you've done, Priscilla. I promise you.” “Brent, you have to believe me,” I wept, summoning up the courage to clutch at his arm but he snatched it away from me, making me fall back violently against the table. He produced a set of papers and a pen and slammed them down onto he table. “Divorce papers. I want them signed. Now.” ***************** Sent packing by her husband when she was two months pregnant, Priscilla Sinclair had no one to turn to so she buried herself in her work. Six years later, she met the father of her children who wants her and his kids back. Could there be a chance for him in her life again?
View MoreBRENT’S POVI got terrible news from my private investigator and I've been struggling to accept it. I woke up with a heart as heavy as gym equipment. I struggled to believe that someone I'd trusted with my entire life would stab me in the back in such a dangerous manner. The morning was dark and gloomy for me because I just couldn't bring myself to accept the truth. “Are you sure about your research? Will you take some more time to confirm it?” I said. I wanted to avoid the truth by all means if it was inevitable. “No, sir. I've been trailing this person for a while now, I'm very certain it's the truth. There's actually a lot more to be uncovered but this is just to give you basic knowledge of what has been happening right under your nose.” He'd responded. How? Why? When? Several questions bugged my mind at the same time but there was none I could provide answers to. I picked my phone to call Priscilla and reveal the truth to her. I wanted to tell her about Pamela's pregnancy be
EVELYN’S POVAh! You must be wondering why I finally got to show my point of view. It might be a little late to explain how much I matter in the equation of things here but I'll try as much to make a recap. First, from killing Jack. That bastard always tried to make himself seem smarter than he really was. He was constantly trying to prove his intelligence and tried to make himself superior over the course of our partnership but he wasn't as smart or sleek as he thought. I'd always known that he was bound to betray me or at least try to. It was obvious when he started making more attempts to reach me and get in on one of my plans with Pamela. One night, he offered to pay me to get him Priscilla but that was not part of our agreement and ever since then, I've never missed the glint of hatred in his eyes whenever he looked at me. I saw the raw, brazen desire to get rid of me and I figured he couldn't take me out personally so he was bound to pull something stupid. I'd cloned Pamel
PAMELA’S POVI won't lie, since this whole pregnancy thing started, I'd never felt as terrified as I was when Brent threatened to make me disappear without trace. Heck, I knew what he was capable of and if he was still hesitating to get my ass picked up and thrown away, it meant that I had some influence over him. Or Evelyn did. Anyways, I took the easy way out by saying something dramatic before ending the call. I immediately called Evelyn. “I think Brent is getting suspicious of my words. He threatened to have me killed just now.” I let out to her with a sense of fear hanging over my head. My heart was beating so fast and I could almost hear myself breathing. “First, you need to stay calm and stop fretting. He doesn't suspect, he's either crashing out or trying to bait you and make you confess. You need to stand your ground. I'll suggest to him tomorrow to get a test done, then you can put your mind to rest after that.” She assured me with a soothing voice. “I guess that coul
BRENT’S POVI left the office that night as a lost man. I'd never been this lost and confused. My life was draining right before my eyes and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. As I got out of the car, my phone started ringing and it turned out to be Chloe calling. “Wow! Such a pleasure hearing from my favorite brother again.” She joked sarcastically but I wasn't in the mood for her antics. “I believe there's a reason you called me, go straight to it. I don't have the time for this.” I said, stepping into the big, hollow house. I noticed how cold and empty my house felt without the warmth of my family and it dawned on me how much I'd missed them. “Who hurt you, Brent? Why are you always so mean to me?” I could tell she was frowning over the phone. I sighed in exhaustion. “I really am not in the mood for this, Chloe. I've had a bad day, your bad jokes would only make it worse.” I said, ascending the stairs. “You don't sound too good, are you okay? Is it the thing wit
PAMELA’S POVThe meeting with Sylvester left me feeling awkward by the time I got into the car. The sudden change in his eyes, the way he spoke, the intensity with which he looked at me. Everything about the short meeting felt overwhelming. I did a breathing exercise before driving in. I made a decision to finalize the rest of the deal with him either online or through a representative. All I knew for certain was that I couldn't bear to be alone with him in the same room, not anymore. The drive to Brent's office was more emotionally challenging than I expected and a lot of things contributed to that. Last night, we had a brief conversation about the collaboration but I could read in between the line and something about him seemed off, like something had happened but I couldn't place my hands on it. He also tried to apologize for his mother's actions but I shut it down almost immediately because I didn't want to bring myself to think about it again. I repeated the words I'd say t
PRISCILLA’S POVThe past few days have been exhilarating, especially with the relaunch getting closer. Each day has been a dose of anxiety, quietness and solitude for now. My kids, on the other hand, have managed to make things a bit less tedious for me. Every day I thank God for giving me emotionally intelligent kids who, despite their age, understand that I was having a tough phase and decided to make things easier for me. Aiden now has a habit of wanting to help out with little things in the kitchen while Avery sets the table as much as she can without being told. Seeing them trying to help me out gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart that I could never get from anyone else. I was indeed grateful to be their mother. Work has been extremely stressful but I love my craft. Returning home with little to no distractions now, I spend hours in my room, drawing, designing and planning for the show. Things have been hectic, from sourcing of fabrics to recruiting and hiring models
PAMELA’S POVYou're doing a great job, Pamela. I may have underestimated you.” Evelyn said over the phone and I blushed slightly. It didn't take a lot to play out my role in the whole thing because none of it felt like a lie to me. The test kits made it feel even more real to me. “How's he holding up?” I asked with concern. He had sounded really frustrated over the phone and I couldn't help but worry. Evelyn laughed at my question. “Don't tell me you're worried about him. Well, I don't expect you to hate him at least. He's fine, he can take it. It's not like you're taking anything from him, you just have to force your way into his heart and you're getting close. Brent would do anything to keep that scandal a secret and that's the only solution here.” She recited. I sighed, glancing at the door. The memory of when he came to save me from dying by Kent's hand flashed through my mind and I felt guilty a bit. “He doesn't deserve this.” My subconscious pried and I sighed. “I hope you
BRENT’S POVNever in my life, not once have I ever thought that I'd be in a situation like this. Trapped, angry, confused. I tried desperately to remember what had truly happened but Pamela's story did make a little sense. The Pamela I knew would never want to keep a man's child except it was for a good reason, not especially when she had a surgically maintained body but offering to abort it without blackmailing me was even worse. Who knew what narrative she could spin up from the abortion? She could say I forced myself on her and also forced her to abort the baby and I was sure as hell that the media would leverage on it for as long as they could. Milking and continuously milking the story for engagements. It's no news that the media broadcasts more bad news than good news and if this ever got out to the public. I'd have a lot to lose unlike Pamela whose only property was her name. My career, the business legacy passed down to me from my parents, their empire and not only that
PAMELA'S POV“Yes, bitch! That's what you get for stealing my man.” I smirked and sipped my juice after hitting the send option.I glanced at the text over and over again, feeling proud of having been able to dish out double personalities in the twinkle of an eye. I had my legs crossed over a tiny leg stool while scrolling on my phone.Oh, the texts I sent to Priscilla as J.T were not actually from Jack. That was his initials, yes but he has no idea I'm doing this at all.After the flower and jewelry package he sent to her, we took note of the fight it caused between her and Brent and on our way back home from the lair, I suggested to Evelyn that we caused more ruckus between the couple by using Jack's initials.Left to me, I was certain Jack had given up on getting Priscilla. In fact, he merely looks at her like she's not the reason this entire mission started but that's none of my business.I'd sent a text to Brent, using the same initials just to make my alibi concrete and in case
PRISCILLA’S POVMoans filled the air as I made my way into the bedroom that I shared with my husband.What was going on? Still not believing my ears, I pushed open the door and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. For a minute, I couldn't breathe. My husband was laying on the bed while his ex, Pamela — the one he assured me was no threat to me— rode him. She bounced up and down on top of him, her skirt hitched around her thighs. I stood there, frozen in disbelief. “Oh, harder, Brent,” she cried wantonly. “Harder.”The world seemed to slow down as I watched them, my mind racing with a thousand different emotions. Betrayal, anger, heartbreak—they all swirled together inside me. How could he do this to me? How could he break my trust so completely?She continued her moans while I just stood there, tears pooling rapidly in my eyes.I must have made a noise because Pamela looked back and threw a wicked smile at me when she saw me. Blindly, I pushed out of the room, made my way out ...
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