Priscilla's POVDespite Brent's constant reassurance that the kids will be safe with him, I just wasn't ready to take any risk with him or his parents but the kids seemed too excited about going to his work place and I can't refuse their request, not when he's present and I have no excuse to give for not letting them go. So after assuring me for the umpteenth time that the kids will be fine and arrangements will be made with his parents, I decided to give it a shot and let them go. “Thank you for letting me help you out, Priscilla. I know it's a bit hard for you right now and that's why you always have me, we're in this together.” He held my hands which was something he'd been doing a lot, especially today. My eyes darted to our intertwined hands, reminding me of the past but I quickly shrugged it off and focused on him. “The kids are yours as much as they're mine and I have every responsibility to cater for the as much as you do so don't wear yourself out trying to act the role of
BRENT'S POV After I left Priscilla's house, I had conflicting thoughts on how to reach my parents but while driving, I decided it would be better to just call them, that way I can't see their reaction or physical outburst so when I got home, I headed to my room and found my bath prepared already. I soaked myself in the water, reliving the events of today but my thoughts most welled on Priscilla and the kids. I was more excited than I'd have imagined about finally revealing my true identity to them and the fact that they were coming to my work place made my night better. After bathing, I put on a robe and dialled my father's phone number. The call rang for about a minute before he finally answered and when he did, he sounded like he was falling asleep already. “Good evening dad. Sorry to have woken you up so late.” I started off politely in order to ease whatever subtle tension might rise later. “Glad you know it's late and you shouldn't be calling at a time like this, what is it?
BRENT'S POV The happiness and excitement on his face was contagious that a smile spread on my face as well. I carried him up in arms and noticed Avery was not in the house and my brows furrowed in confusion. “Where's Avery?” I asked, looking around but as he started to speak, I caught a glimpse of her standing by the large portrait in my living room and staring at it so keenly. She stood there, lost from the rest of the world, staring at the piece of art work as though she wanted to know what the artist was thinking while making it. I smiled inwardly at her curiosity and for the first time since I got the portrait, it felt like it had actually done what it was meant to do. “Avery, darling, over here.” My voice startled her for the first few seconds but she came running towards me and pulled me, well maybe my legs into a hug. I laughed loudly, feeling like I'd won everything in life. I dropped Aiden and carried her in my hands instead while holding Aiden with my free hand. “Are yo
PRISCILLA’S POVI sighed for the umpteenth time after Brent's call. I wished I'd gone with the kids, that way it'll be easier for me to be in charge of their activities but now that Brent was in charge, he might get really soft and let them out of their routine. It's still early in the morning and I made a resolution to rest until I was fully recuperated. Before I released the kids to Brent, a part of me knew he was going to let them do something out of schedule so I'd braced my mind, waiting for his call and just as predicted, I got the call. The kids sounded really happy with him and I didn't want them to miss out on the experience of having a father for the rest of their childhood life, not when they already missed five years of being with him. I used the free period I got to clean the house and make some changes. Although I couldn't stop thinking about them all the time. My mind drifted back to work for a minute and I made a mental note to go over the recent designs once more b
BRENT’S POVThe kids requested that I give them a tour of the company and I did that, just that it was a bit hard moving around with the staff staring at them like we were on a show. “Maybe I should've given a memo about having my kids over today.”I whispered to myself after one of the cleaners almost poured water on Avery because she didn't expect a kid to be at the company. “Dad, this place is so huge. How did you build it?” Aiden, the ever curious one asked and I smiled. His question took me down the memory lane, how I used to do everything else except having interest in the family business until dad had to force me to get a marriage, a product of which was the children walking around me. “Well, to be honest, I didn't build all of these. Yes, I own it now and I work here everyday but I didn't start any of this.” I started explaining to him and his sister when we got to an empty conference room. “This company was built by my father and mother, your grandparents, they toiled to m
PRISCILLA’S POVIn my car, I thought of the things I'd say to Sylvester. I mean, it's been a while and I surely hadn't expected to run into him at a mall. I wanted to go home badly but I couldn't because my conscience won't stop hammering it to me that I owe him something for clearing my bills. I glanced around the road, in search of a Cafe that could do well for a lunch meeting and glanced at my phone to check the time. After a while of scanning the area, I finally found one and signaled to Sylvester to take the route I was taking. Five minutes after leaving the mall, we both stepped out of our cars with smiles on our faces. I took the time to scrutinize Sylvester facial features and just like always, he looked like he just stepped out of his closet. He held the door open for me as we walked into the restaurant and my eyes instantly went to a table in the corner of the restaurant. For some reason, I found myself considering what would happen if Brent or his friends found me with a
BRENT’S POVI huffed angrily while holding the kids' hands to the car. I finally got to get Avery to stop crying and I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything to the kid who bullied her but I was going to make sure it never happened again. Aiden suggested that we returned to their home immediately since Avery had gone quiet and the trip had become boring. I couldn't agree more and I secretly despised myself for being unable to give them a good day, all through. The ride wasn't silent, leaving us all to our thoughts. I wondered what it would be like if I had to take care of the two of them for five years on my own. Surely, I won't remain the same, my mental health would probably be in the bin. I considered Priscilla strong for being able to take care of the two of them as babies on her own whilst still dealing with the heartbreak I'd dished her unjustly. My mind drifted back to that day and refreshed it like it was just yesterday when I called her all sorts of unsavory names whil
PRISCILLA’S POVOh God! I should've known! I found myself regretting it after listening to Aiden’s account of what happened at the park. Avery didn't say anything, probably because she felt bad for Brent but he still was the adult and should've remained in charge. I can't believe I let him take them out just once and he screwed up the entire thing. What if she had gotten into a bigger accident? What if she was being bullied? I pushed back the tears that threatened to spill because I couldn't let the kids see me crying. After applying first aid on her bruise, I ushered them upstairs but not without letting them say their goodbyes to Brent, because it would surely be a while before they get to go out with him like this again. He gave me an apologetic look after they left but that wasn't going to solve anything, in fact, it made things worse. The fact that he knew he should've been on his guards around them and failed to do so was just disappointing. I pulled him to the kitchen to pour
PRISCILLA’S POV“You're recovering really fast, ma’am. I guess the kids got the good genes from you.” The doctor said, smiling as she looked over my chart. I no longer had the oxygen and others connected to me. According to the doctors, my progress was quite surprising. Brent got the kids and me a VIP room so we won't have to be uncomfortable when sharing the space with others and I couldn't have been more grateful for it. “You should be discharged today, if you'd like to but if not, you can let us know when you're ready to leave and we'll get you the papers.” She added and I could feel my cheeks hurting from how hard I was smiling. There surely were advantages to being a wealthy person, the treatment just hits different. The kids had fallen asleep not quite long before their father left and they were still fast asleep so I just glanced at them and back at the doctor. “Can we go home together today?” I asked but the doctor nodded negatively. “No, I mean you can go home with Aid
PAMELA’S POV“I told you the plan would work. You should try believing in me if we're going to work together.” I said to Jack over the phone. He snorted a response and I chuckled. I glanced at the television and view of Brent's house playing on the TV screen. Every nook and cranny of the house, each displaying on the screen without obstruction. “Girl, you're such a genius.” I said to myself, pouring another glass of wine. “Well, I must say you did well but we cannot rest on our oars now, we need to get more strikes in.” He said despite the disapproval in his tone. “I know but we're going to have to wait for a chance to slip in. It'll be suspicious if we just go in now.” I cautioned him. “Fine, I'll wait until you're ready.” He said, about to end the call but I had a question for him. “Jack.” I called but got no response. “I know we just started working together and all but I need you to be truthful with me and I promise I'll keep your secret.” I added. “I have no secret for you
BRENT’S POVI drove to the house as fast as I could so I'd be able to get back to my family as fast as possible. When I caught Pamela lurking in my house the last time, I was pretty much surprised to find her there. I'd never expected that the intruder would be a lady, talk more of a lady with excess plastic surgery. The bullet didn't lodge in her body but only caused a grazing over her skin. She begged that I let her go and when I asked why she was in my house in the first place, she couldn't come up with a cogent reason so I had her locked away in my basement which doubled as a torture room. All my houses both in and outside the country have a basement like that and Claire's boyfriend was trapped in one of those. When I got to the house, it was empty like I'd expected and got a minute, I imagined what it would be like if my complete family was here. The laughter of my kids, the giggles from my wife, the sound of pots scraping in the kitchen, the loud noise of the Television. It
SYLVESTER’S POV“Sylvester, please stop pacing around. You're making me feel lightheaded with your movements. I know you're angry but please sit.” Donna said to me and I sucked in my breath for the hundredth time. I slammed my hands on the table, causing some of the things on it to spill over. “Now you're just going to start creating a mess.” She sighed and picked up the fallen items. “Would you believe she did that to me? She's my woman yet she had them throw me out.” I rambled again and Donna sighed almost in frustration. “You knew she never liked you from the start, she only agreed to be with you for selfish reasons. None of this is your fault.” She tried to placate me but I was too angry, too bitter to care. “It's all his fault.” I suddenly muttered after coming to the realization of it. “What?” Donna's eyes exposed her confusion. “He's the one making her do this. She loves me, she'd never do that to me if he wasn't in the picture. I have to find a way to get rid of him.” I
BRENT’S POVI finally felt free. After that confession to her, it felt like my soul had been set free, her smile lightened up the room and we went to check up on the kids when they'd woken up. They were both excited to see their mother and I could see the joy and relief in her face as she hugged them both. In the past, I used to think people often did too much by acting like their kids were some sort of lifelines but after this incident, I realized why people held on to their kids like life. I couldn't imagine losing my two kids in a night, my life would totally be over.“Daddy, we miss you at the house.” Aiden suddenly spoke, drawing me back into their conversation. I smiled and ruffled his hair, they'd been taken out of the ER into a VIP room same as Priscilla because I made the request so they'd be comfortable. “I miss you both too.” I responded and Avery smiled deeply. My little girl. She'd been so startled to not have found their mother when she woke up that it took several mi
PRISCILLA’S POV“I don't care what you think about me, all I know is that we belong together. You're mine, Priscilla, you're mine!” His words did not only sound threatening, the words sounded real especially with the fury blazin hot in his eyes. I was getting scared to my bones that he'd pull a crazy stunt as he kept approaching the bed with a glare in his eyes. I could see the hurt, anger and criticism in his eyes but none of our fears could stop him. “Get away from me, Sylvester. Don't you dare come close to me.” I tried to put up a bold front but couldn't. My voice was trembling while my hands started to shake constantly. “You belong to me, I own you!” He muttered bluntly, still strutting towards me. I had a feeling he would do something crazy so I screamed. “Help!!! This man is trying to kill me! Somebody please help me!!” I screamed with everything in me and he rushed to put his hands over my mouth, leaving me to struggle and gasp for breath under his tight hold. Luckily eno
PRISCILLA’S POVIt's been several hours since Brent left me and the kids in the hospital. Sylvester has been smothering my face with all sorts of boring talks about his business trips and how heartbreaking it was for him to hear the news of the incident. He barely gave me a chance to speak and all through the entire time, all I did was nod and pretend like I was listening to him when all I wanted was to be away from him. “I can't do this for much longer.” I thought to myself. “I also have an upcoming trip to Singapore but I'm not sure I'll want to leave you all alone in this condition. Will you come with me?” He asked and I rolled my eyes, despite the intense pain I was feeling in my head. A part of me wanted to snort and ask if he was just being sarcastic but I resisted the urge to do that. “I'm literally tied to a bed, I can't come with you.” I responded curtly, hoping he'd catch the drift but typical Sylvester, he didn't blink an eye. “Brent would've sure as hell picked up on
BRENT'S POVTo be honest, I wasn't expecting her to pick me over Sylvester. He came in here and was acting all lovey dovey either. I couldn't beat watching them but the torture reminded me of how much I needed to be with her as soon as possible. She finally returned her eyes to the doctor, while avoiding contact with either of us.“Can't you just speak with all of us? I don't want to have to choose.” Her voice was low and uneasy. I could tell she's uncomfortable and I hated that I was contributing to her uneasiness.“I mean, it's fine if you want to have them listen in. I just want you to be comfortable.” The doctor remarked and Sylvester turned to her.“I think you should choose, baby. I should be the one with you right , not a random person.” He said. I didn't miss his snide comment and despite wanting nothing more than to punch him in his face, I had to respect Priscilla too.“I…I don't want to choose.” She said, more like a whisper. Her eyes held fright and uneasiness.I noticed S
SYLVESTER’S POVI just stepped out of the shower when I started getting calls from one of my undercover guards. The one I sent close to Priscilla's pov, only with the mission of keeping her and the kids safe. It may sound strange but I could be quite overprotective of people I love and Priscilla was top on that list. I just couldn't let any harm get to her. I dabbed my head with the towel and picked up the phone to answer one of his calls. “What's going on?” I asked, expecting a full rundown of her daily activities but he sounded out of breath as he tried to speak. “Sir, there's a fire at her house. She's trapped inside the fire with the kids. I'm not sure she can make it out alive.” He rushed and fear gripped my heart. “Well, do something about it fast.” I yelled and rushed to my closet to pick an outfit. “There's nothing we can do. Half of the neighborhood is outside the door and we've tried all we can to break in but the door is locked from inside and won't budge under pressu