PAMELA’S POVI rushed to the house, feeling faint with every passing second. I took a taxi from the front of the hospital and had to glare at the old driver before he stopped glancing at me. I took a quick look at the body and saw the reason his eyes kept dilating with fear. I still had some of the hospital pins and band aids on my body which probably made me look like an ex-convict but that was not my problem at the moment. My only goal was to return home and find it in one piece like it was meant to be. “Miss, are you okay?” The old man finally got the courage to speak to me but one glare from me kept him shut for the rest of the entire ride. All I could think of was getting home and finding it like I left it. We finally made it to my house and I jumped out of the taxi before the old driver could say anything but I doubt he had a lot to say when I was acting like a deranged person. The first sign that confirmed my fears were the broken door locks, I didn't need help to know that
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
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