PRISCILLA’S POVI wiped my tears with one hand while steering the car slowly on the road. I could hear the driver behind me honking loudly for me to leave the road but I couldn't care less. A quick glance at my side mirror showed how crazy I looked with a smeared face of makeup, wild looking hair and probably a thigh full of sement. I took my eyes back to the road and swallowed hard. I felt like bad luck, I'd never gotten lucky with love even before I met Brent and after I did find him, for the second time, I still was unlucky. “Looks like I'm destined to die single and loveless.” I muttered to myself while turning up the radio to fill the car with enough sound and distract myself from my woes. My phone buzzed, showing me a call notification from Anna. I almost froze, except I just had to stare at the phone wide eyed for a couple of seconds. I'd totally forgotten about picking the twins up. In fact, I was driving home already, expecting to meet them there by some sort of miracle.
BRENT’S POVIt's been a day since Priscilla left the house without looking back. I didn't get a single call or text from her since and I waited with bated breath, hoping she'd text with every passing second but nothing came. My entire system longed to see her, talk to her, be in her arms and laugh with our kids together but I was done feeding her ego as well. I knew it'll ruin our relationship if she kept proving her lack of trust in me but I knew no other way of dealing with it but to let her take her time which was becoming too torturous for me. I picked up my phone and glanced at it again for the hundredth time but there was nothing. Evelyn looked up from where she was seating and glanced in my direction with pursed lips which signified her attempt to say something that will most likely leave me unsettled. “If you've got something to say, just spill it.” I said, acting nonchalant when in fact, I was dying to hear something other than the sound of the clock ticking. She sucked i
PRISCILLA’S POVDealing with Brent was a lot more painful than I expected. I mean, the man just waltzed in here thinking he had a way over how I do my things when he's out there doing things the way he liked. After he left, I picked up my phone and found a text from Sylvester. Gaia. My mind drifted back to what transpired when Brent and I were at Gaia. I wasn't sure I wanted to relive that so I texted Sylvester for a change of location but he said that's the only place he could make a reservation for us and I had to accept it since that would most likely be the last thing I'd be seeing him. I looked over my sketches and sighed, I've been too busy with other things that I hadn't had the time to work on them. “It's time to get back to working.” I whispered to myself in a sing song manner. The kids probably won't be in school for the rest of the week and I had to think of a way to keep them occupied while I worked. I went over my mails and scheduled my meetings and planned team meetin
PAMELA’S POVAfter the call with Brent, my breath became faint and I had to rush out of the house with the last of my strength. I found a taxi and had it take me back to the hospital. It was a miracle how I got there alive because I felt barely alive all through the ride. I was gasping for breath and holding on to a very thin line of life before we finally got to the hospital. Immediately I stepped out of the car to enter the hospital, everything around me went blank and my legs wobbled to the ground. The next time I woke up I, I had a splitting headache threatening to make my head explode. I didn't have to open my eyes this time becauae my head was aching so bad that I screamed in pain. I held my head tight in my hands, drawing the attention of the doctors and nurses around. They all rushed into my room and started sharing medical jargon which I was too lost to understand. “We have to take her for surgery right now. She's bleeding internally.” That was the only thing I could make
BRENT’S POV“Chloe, she's driving me crazy. I don't understand why she's making everything hard for me now. We were getting along so we'll and she just put up a brick between us like it's normal.” I yelled over the phone and threw the ceramic figurine against the wall. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement, I was losing my mind and it felt like I'd run crazy at any time. I just couldn't take it anymore. “And you're sure you didn't do anything to hurt her?” Chloe asked after a while of staying silent. “Of course I didn't. Why would I do that and even if what I did counts as hurting her, I apologized for heaven's sake.” I loosened my tie and flung it across the room. I have never been more stressed out of my mind than I was and it was driving me crazy. “So you did something. Why did you insist you didn't do anything? I know Priscilla is a logical person, she won't just shut you out of her life for no concrete reason. What did you do?” She attacked me again and I sighed.
PRISCILLA’S POVIt's been an entire week since I left Brent's house after what was the best sex of my life but then, it just had to end in total ruin. The past week has been tough on me as a person and I can't deny needing a break. Aiden’s fever reduced as the week passed by until he was able to return to school with his sister. It's a relief to finally be able to stay alone in the house during the day again. Trust me, I love my kids to the moon but sometimes kids can get a little too much to handle. Brent hasn't been in the house in a week, all he's done is call and I hand over the phone to the kids to speak with him while I watch from a distance, wishing he'd let go of his pride and come apologize to me properly. I've had sleepless nights thinking of what could've been if he never let Pamela into our lives in the first place, maybe we'd have been in Santorini, Greece for a family vacation but here we are, stuck on bad terms because he let her get in the way and six years later,
BRENT’S POVIt's been an entire week since she walked out of my life and to say I was losing my mind, would be the least. I've slept at night with my thoughts battering me badly and at times, I had the apology on my lips ready to go but something always held me back. I had no idea what to say to her, everything just felt like I was giving her a chance to mess with my head. The call with mum and dad the last time left me in a really messy place, a part of me agreed with their opinion and I hated myself for even thinking of it. I made sure to work harder than ever so I won't have time to think about her but she still appeared in my thoughts at all times. Work did nothing to stop our past memories from reappearing in my head. I was down bad and I knew it. The only time I got to catch a glimpse of her face was whenever I called the kids, I wanted to see them in person everyday but I wasn't sure I could hold up the apology if I were to be in her presence so I've had to do it via video
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
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