BRENT’S POVThe next morning came faster than I expected. The bright rays of sun shone through the window blind, resting on the faces of my kids. I took a minute to admire their faces again and for once I could see the resemblance between them and Priscilla. Aiden had her bone and face structure while Avery had her tiny, little freckles and smile. I sighed, feeling confused, battered and in disarray. After Priscilla left the room last night, she didn't come outside, not even to the kitchen and I know because I waited under the disguise of getting water. Walking across the room she was in, I had the irresistible urge to knock and speak to her but I understood that she needed her space. After a while of brooding, I decided to retire to bed when I got a call from Pamela. The only reason I had her number saved on my face was because I hadn't had time to delete it. I hesitated the first and second time but she seemed persistent so I changed my mind about it. “I'm pregnant with your b
PRISCILLA’S POV“Yes, definitely. My assistant and I would be there in a couple of weeks to collect the fabrics and inspect for others as well. Yes…thank you.” I dropped the call and sighed. It's been hours since the kids and I returned from Brent's place and I buried myself in work ever since. When we got home, I was surprised to see how much work had been put in to make the house look exactly just like it was before. I had no idea how he got a picture of the entire house but everything was just the same, just like it had been before the fire and with improvement. Almost everything in the house now had a fire safety guide, including the kids bathroom. I smiled deeply after taking a tour of the house, my heart ached deeply to call him and express my gratitude but I pushed it aside knowing it might give way to other topics. The kids, however, did not share my sentiment about the house. They both have refused to speak to me on our way home and in the house, I tried talking to the
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
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 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
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 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
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
Third person's povTwo days later.“Give a round of warm applause for the beauty and brains behind this show and awesome designs, Priscilla Sinclair!!” The master of ceremony announced and everyone in the hall both in New York and California rose to their feet with an outstanding ovation for her.Priscilla walked out onto the stage with tears at the brim of her eyes.Watching how much her work had succeeded made her emotional, especially as she had come so close to losing her life just a few days ago.She stared across the room to the crowd in attendance. Dignitaries, notable people from all walks of life, fashion icons from New York, California and beyond were standing, clapping and cheering for her beautiful work.The live show at California was airing through a big screen so the audience in both locations could see things getting done in real time.Journalists, fashion bloggers, lifestyle influences and members of the media were all present to witness one of the biggest fashion sho
BRENT’S POVThe minute she bolted for the guest bathroom, I knew I'd caught her red handed. She didn't seem to have suspected that I was aware but I was well informed about all of her plans. It took a while for me to accept that she could do such but I wasn't going to let my woman get hurt due to my assistant's psychotic behavior. “I need everything ready.” I said to the intercom before leaving the room. I headed to my security room to watch the spy camera installed in my room. Seeing how frantic she'd been while trying to get rid of the camera she installed in my room, I guessed that would keep her hooked for the time being while I got the rest of her punishment prepared. I was yet to decide what I would do to her but torture was definitely top on my list. No one messes with me and gets away with it. She rushed back into my room and started calling out for me. When she saw that I wasn't in, she proceeded to start viciously attacking the camera like I'd predicted. My hands clen
EVELYN’S POV “This is the last time I'll be saying it. You either take her or kill her. I don't care what you have to do, take her or kill her.” I instructed my men before leaving home. Something told me to do this, just in case things try to go out of proportion. “What are we to do when we take her, ma’am?” One of the men asked. “What else? Kill her, of course. Do you think I care if she lives? The goal is to have her dead and out of my way, so you'd better do your job well.” I said and dismissed them. “Where are you going in such a frenzy? Are you okay?” Ruby asked as I threw on some clothes. My heart was in pure panic but I couldn't let that reflect on my face. “I had to be at Brent's. There's something I can't let him find.” I responded, grabbing my car keys. I sped out of the house in my car with my hands trembling on the steering wheels. “You've got this, Eve. You've got it.” I muttered to myself. The minute I pulled up to Brent's house, I rushed in without parking p
PRISCILLA’S POVNo! No! No! This can't be! No!” I exclaimed in shock whilst staring at the pictures on my phone. When I opened the message at first, I thought it was a random mistake from a stranger but I found the video and my heart crumbled. Tears were already gushing out of my eyes while I held my hand over my mouth to prevent my cries from making it out. His face had pleasure all over it as she bounced on his throbbing member. “How could he do this to me?” I thought, still in shock. I recalled it to have happened on the night of Evelyn's party, which means he saw her at the party and hid it from me. More tears rushed out of my eyes as I skimmed through the pictures of the pregnancy test kits. It had blue lines, meaning she was pregnant with his baby. “How could you do this to me?” I cried silently and broke down to the floor. My body shook violently with tears. My vision was clouded by the tears rushing out of my eyes but I couldn't stop myself from staring at the pictures
PAMELA’S POVAfter the call with Brent, I felt heat rising up in every part of my body despite the air conditioning in the room. I paced around the room as worry and fear filled up my chest. I tried severally to reach Evelyn but her phone was surprisingly off. “Oh goodness, don't tell me I'm in this mess alone. What should I do?” I groaned loudly. I sat on the bed with my head in my hand while tears hung at the brim of my eyes. His words echoed in my head again and each time, it gave me the thought that he had found out the truth. “I can't lose like this.” I muttered knowing I was either alone at this point or dead if Brent found me. I rushed to my door and locked it tight, in fear that one of Brent's men could burst in through the door and kill me. “Calm down, Pamela. You have to think this through.” I whispered to myself again. I was losing my mind so everything felt strange to me, like I was in the middle of a burning maze with no escape route. I tried calling Evelyn again
PRISCILLA’S POVThat was strange.” I muttered and returned to working but I couldn't get the thoughts off my mind. His words felt like a soothing balm over my wounds, I smiled a little, letting myself fall for him all over again. “What's making you smile so hard?” Claire's voice appeared from the kitchen. I turned and found her smiling as well. Her hair was ruffled and she had eye bags heavy enough to hold water. She clearly eiffored a boatload of jet lag.Claire gave me a surprise yesterday by coming into New York without informing me. I had no idea that all these while she'd been claiming to be busy, she was putting things in place for her arrival in New York. “Is it who I think it is?” She asked with a bigger teasing smile. “Girl, please, I'm just trying to cook.” I refuted, despite smiling hard. “The smile on your face is saying an entirely different thing. Did he make you smile again? Or are you just obsessed with thinking about him?” She asked and I laughed. “It's either
BRENT’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