PRISCILLA’S POVI squealed happily in delight after ending the call. I was standing right in front of my mirror watching myself act out to Brent. I knew that by one means or the other, he'd get the news of my appearance with Sylvester and it would definitely make it mad just like I wanted. It didn't take too long for the media to capture and release pictures of us together and despite the fact that I didn't want any of it, it still gave me some dirt of consolation to know that Brent was clearly affected and agitated by the news. I smirked with pride in myself for a job well done. “You should be an actress, Pris.” I said to my reflection and giggled again. Nothing felt better than the sweet taste of revenge and even when I wasn't trying to make him jealous, I knew the media would do the job for me. “This worked out so well.” I muttered to myself again. I was yet to pick up the kids from school so I'd been using my free time to work on my soon to be launched collection. Claire and I
PAMELA’S POVIt's been an entire week since Kent almost ended my life and also put me in one of the biggest troubles of my life. I sat on the couch, peeling off the band aid on my injuries because I couldn't return to the hospital out of embarrassment. Just as the doctors had said, the parts of my body where I had surgery done started to hurt a few days after I left the hospital. There was no telling I needed a correctional surgery but I was determined to hold on for as much as I could. At least until I was out of the mountain of trouble I was in. The man who came to visit me unannounced a week ago is Jack Thorne, according to him and a couple of friends I've asked. Apparently, he's the head of one of the most dangerous underground mafia groups but they also have a multi million dollar company which helps their money laundering activities and corrupt practices. At first, I thought I'd gotten a death sentence after having him in my home but it turned out that he actually needed my
PAMELA'S POVMy conversation with Claire ended with me feeling guilty. I realized how much my action could hurt Brent and damage our relationship as co-parents and I couldn't deny the pain in my chest everytime I thought of how he'd be feeling after the news of my relationship with Sylvester got exposed to the public.“Maybe I should take things slow.” I said to myself, staring at my sketchbook blankly.“But you've barely done anything. If he can't handle a little heat, what is he?” My subconscious opposed it and I sighed. My relationship with Brent had been going really well until he decided to ruin it.I groaned and sighed for the hundredth time my thoughts were literally consuming me and it felt like I'd go crazy at the slightest chance. I left my room to make lunch for myself before picking my babies up from school. I was washing my strawberries when Sylvester’s call came in.Seeing his name display on my phone screen sort of made me irritated. I mean, that was the fifth time he w
SYLVESTER’S POV“I can't believe she did all that to you right before the guards. Did you do something to caution her?” Damien asked, pouting me another glass of whiskey. I turned my eyes away from him in shame, the urge to rewind and go back to do things she won't forgive me for came rushing at me. “Wait, don't tell me you just let a woman talk down on you because of her two minions.” He said and I could gear the slight mockery in his voice. I looked back at him and found a teasing smile playing on his face so I shrugged. “What would you have me do? Whip her like a child? I doubt so.” I said gulping the content of the glass in one go. I passed the glass back to him and watched him fill it again in silence. However, this silence was filled with a lot of unspeakable words. “I used to look up to you, y’know. You're literally good with every single woman I've seen you with but this one, this one seems to be an exception.” He had a disappointing look in his eyes as he passed the glass
PRISCILLA’S POV As I drove the kids back home, I couldn't get the thought of how messy things might get if they found out about the situation between Brent and I. All through the ride, I only listened to their talks absentmindedly while trying to figure out a way to get things together before they got out of hand. We got home and I hurriedly got the kids ready for dinner, they wanted an early dinner and I was glad they did too. “Aiden, get it together so I can brush your hair already.” I groaned in frustration while preparing them for the evening. “Mum, what are we having for dinner?” He asked, fiddling with his pajamas while Avery stared at her coloring book. “Potatoes and chicken.” I answered and Avery’s eyes turned to me in delight. She hugged me without saying anything and I hugged her back. I finished with them and went into the kitchen to start making the meal. They insisted on being in the kitchen with me and when I refused, Aiden broke down in tears while Av
BRENT’S POVThe day slowly wound down to an unnerving evening for me. The production at the new facility cost a lot more money, time and human labor than we bargained for so all hands had to be on deck to work through it. I've managed to stuff my face with enough work that I barely had time to think about Priscilla. I was either in a meeting or leaving one, I also had to work in the factory when we got understaffed. “You know we can just hire someone to do what you're doing.” Evelyn said to me while I programmed one of the machines. I ignored her comment and returned to working, pouring my heart’s content into it. By the time we finished for the day, my muscles ached so badly that I knew I needed to take several days off. I made sure to be the last person to leave, well, I tried to be the last to leave but Evelyn insisted I had to go before her. “You know you don't need to do all these, Brent. You can just leave.” She insisted while I continued working until I could no longer bear
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
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
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