JESSICA"I thought you were … I mean … I should have asked questions instead of just running off in anger. I didn’t know that … oh, God! I’ve been so stupid. You must think the worst of me.” I say, getting worked up. It’s my haywire hormones at work, I know.“It’s okay. You had your reasons. I’m just glad that we cleared everything up. How have you been, Jessica? I really missed you.” Charles tells me, his tone dropping an octave and sending shivers down my spine. Although he looks kind of gaunt now that I appraise him carefully, he’s still easily one of the most handsome men that I’ve ever known. Handsomeness runs in their family, it seems. For a split second, I imagine how handsome, or beautiful my child is going to be. It occurs to me that I will have to tell Charles about the baby sooner rather than later, and I fleetingly wonder how that is going to go down.“I’ve been fine. And you?” “I’ve been okay, more or less.” He replies, and for a second, an unreadable expression comes o
I wonder if I’m the only one who is thinking that there is something weird about the way she’s staring at us, but when I glance at Charles, I can see how uncomfortable he looks. He’s sweating profusely all of a sudden, and he’s staring at Samantha with what I can only term a pleading look, while the look on her face changes to one of defiance and smugness. Neither of them looks in the least bit surprised to see the other.“Um, what’s going on here?” I ask, at last, becoming very uncomfortable with the whole thing.“What’s up, girl?” Sam asks, ignoring my question.“I’m fine. This is Charles, although I think you already know him from the way you two are behaving.”“Oh, I know it’s Charles, trust me, I know,” Sam replies, with a sly smile. The smile reminds me of that of a cunning snake that I had read about in a picture book when I was about seven or so. Somehow, I know that what I’m about to hear is not going to be pleasant in the least bit.“Okay … why’re you acting weird? Charles,
I didn’t think it was possible for Charles to go any greener than he already was, but at Samantha’s words, he turns pale, and he looks like he’s going to pass out at any moment. As for me, the wheels in my head are turning rapidly, and I’m wondering how on earth to extricate myself from this rapidly embarrassing situation and painful situation.I’m not yet processing the whole thing as well as I should, but there will be enough time for that. Right now though, being in the same vicinity as Sam is extremely nauseating, so I have to get the hell out of there. It doesn’t help that Charles is standing there like a deaf or mute person, and not refuting or accepting Sam’s claims.“That’s wonderful. I wish you both the very best. Take care now.” I tell them, turning away and walking off rapidly, desperate to retain my dignity. Now, I wish that I did not ask Jeff to go away. I could do with some support right now.“Jessica, please wait! It’s not what you think at all. I only had sex with her
CHARLESI feel like I’m in the middle of one of those ridiculous TV dramas, or bad romance novels … the type which one would watch or read and think, ‘What the hell were they thinking writing a story like that? There’s no way that would ever happen in real life.”Except that it is actually happening in real life, and it is happening to me. As I lean against a wall, trying to recover from the horrible ache in my balls, as well as recover my shattered ego, I can see that the crowd is beginning to disperse, but a few people are still lingering around. Some have recognized me, as the phones in their hands suggest.I wince as I realize that they’ve been filming the scene all this while. I’m going to be in the gossip channels again, whether I like it or not. Tons of people are going to watch how I was shamefully brought down by a pregnant woman while trying to defend Jessica. The thought of this leaves a sour taste in my mouth.Samantha is nowhere to be found, which is just as well. She’s t
JESSICASebastian’s mother welcomes me to her home with open arms, as I had known she would. Once upon a time, she had practically been a mother to me, that is until my kidnap and Sebastian’s marriage to another woman. After that, I shut myself off from everyone, until now, that is.“Jessica, honey. How are you? You look so radiant and beautiful, much better than the last time I saw you. That is for sure. You put on some weight … I mean that in a good way. How have you been?” She asks, giving me a long, strong hug of affection that I hadn’t even been aware that I needed. I revel in the hug and immediately feel at home, breathing in her familiar scent.“I’ve been fine, Mrs. James,” I reply and she nods, looking me over once again. Her shrewd gaze lingers on my belly, but she does not say anything.“Hello, Jessica. Welcome. We’ve been awaiting your arrival.” A male voice says, and I whirl around to see a somewhat familiar-looking man looking at us with kind eyes.“This is Donald, Carol’
I do not reply to her, and after a while, she speaks again.“I get that he’s Charlotte’s brother and all, but at the risk of sounding like a broken record and stating the obvious, I have to tell you that he’s not his sister, Jessica. Now, I know that you must have heard that so many times before, but it’s the truth. You need to stop punishing him for what his sister did to you. He’s not safe from her either. She was trying to kill him when she was arrested, you know.”“I know.”“He cares about you a lot, Jessica, and kept wondering why you wanted nothing to do with him after you both got back from the island. It didn’t take a genius to know that something happened between the two of you on that island with the way he was so torn up and worried about you.Of course, I didn’t ask him such a forward question, considering that we’re only just getting to know each other and all, but I could tell and I thought that it was very sweet. Don’t get me wrong. You’re obviously not under any obliga
SAMANTHAOf course, I’m not surprised by Jessica’s lack of reception towards me, after what she just found out earlier in the day, but still, I’m pissed at the way she’s treating me. Why she should be pissed when I’m only giving her a taste of her own medicine is what I don’t understand. After all, I had forgiven her after she stole Sebastian from me, and even later wanted them to get married.It’s been a week since the incident at the airport, yet I still can’t reach her because she blocked my number from calling her. It’s annoying how she can be so selfish at times. What does she expect me to do? Raise two bloody kids alone without their father? All I want her to do is to put in a good word on my behalf, and maybe Charles will be willing to let bygones be bygones, and we can raise our kids together. Granted, I may have gone too far with the whole scheme, but in my defense, that hadn’t been my plan in the beginning. What I wanted to do was to show her how painful it was for your fri
SAMANTHATwo days later, I’m sitting in front of Charles’s house in the idling rented car that I bought and waiting for him to drive out of his gate and away to work for most of the day. I have to admit that the fact that Charles absolutely refuses to act like most of the rich men I know, Sebastian included, is working to my advantage now.Before it used to piss me off that he lived in such a house that was unbecoming of his status as a multi-millionaire. It’s not that the house is bad, per se. It’s just not something any rich person should live in. It’s a simple, modest house, with a small fence and without any serious security whatsoever, but again this is working to my advantage now that I have to move in in his absence.Had it been that he lived in a house like Sebastian’s which had heaven knows how many security men and systems in place, he would surely have given them express instructions not to let me in if I come sniffing around, so it’s a good thing that he’s a modest guy who
JESSICASix months later, it still feels like a dream that it's finally over. But life is finally getting back to normal, or at least it’s finally getting back to what I think normal should be, and it’s blissful. I can go out any time I want, go wherever I want, and do whatever I feel like doing without having to watch my back.I have my loving family, both my immediate and extended ones. By extended, I mean Sebastian and his family, along with Mrs. James, of course. They’re the only family that I’d ever want or need. My brother, who had been estranged from me for a very long time, despite all my efforts to reach out to him over the years, finally reached out to me three days after the whole Charlotte saga.He’s a stranger to me now though, and I don’t consider him family, although once, I worshipped the ground on which he walked. He had literally raised me up until my teenage years when he disappeared without a single word. Now that I know the reason why he disappeared, I'm glad he d
“I don’t want either of us to get hurt, Charlotte. If I try to grab the gun, one of us will surely get hurt, or wind up dead. You still have enough time to run if you don’t want the police to catch you.” Charles tells his sister after about two minutes or so of them going back and forth.The pain in my knee is beginning to be unbearable, but I struggle with all that is in me to swing my legs as silently as possible from the bed. My legs feel rubbery, as though they belong to someone else, but I know that it is now or never. If I fail, Ava might not grow up with her father, mother, or both of them.Although every muscle in my body is in protest, I struggle to move silently, and I’m almost all the way to where Charlotte is when all hell breaks loose. She’s backing me, while Charles is facing me, so he obviously sees me trying to move to where they are, but he pretends not to and continues to engage Charlotte.However, she must have noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, or maybe
"You’re joking, right? I mean, how is that even possible.” Charles asks in bewilderment. From his expression, and the tone of his voice, it is clear that he thinks that his sister is batshit crazy, which she obviously is. As for me, I remain silent, not even daring to breathe too loudly, so that Charlotte would not be reminded of my existence.What she is saying is pretty wild to me too. I mean, I haven’t seen or spoken or heard from my brother in well over a decade, and neither do I have any desire to speak to or hear from him, so I don’t know why someone would want to harm me just because of him.“I wish I was joking, because if I were, then my daughter and her father would still be alive, and maybe, just maybe I would have someone to love me too because it’s clear that you don’t give two hoots about me.”“Well, you make it hard to care about you, considering the fact that you go about killing innocent people for no reason other than the fun of it. Wait! What’s this bit about a daug
“What the fuck?! You’re not supposed to be here. How did you get here so fast?” Charlotte asks him, her composure cracking for once. She immediately dives for the gun which she had discarded earlier, and points it at Charles. There’s no need for her to be worried about me, because I’m in no condition to do anything other than lay on the mattress on which she placed me. Charles is not armed, and neither had I thought that he would be, because where on earth would he get a gun in a foreign country? But then, I had expected him to at least come with help, and not just charge in alone, although come to think of it, I should be thankful that he showed up when he did, else, Charlotte might have amputated my leg by now. “I drove like a maniac and no doubt, broke all the laws there are about driving too fast in this country, but I had to get here, considering the fact that you’re hell-bent on obliterating my family.” “How did you find this place?” “By sheer luck, and technology too, plus I
"Get on the bed? Wh … why?”“Don’t ask me questions. Just do as I say.”“What are you going to use all those tools for?” I ask her, backing away as she inches closer. I’m not prepared for the loud bang of a gunshot from the gun in her hand. I don’t hear the sound of the bullet whizzing past me, but I feel it, and my heart jumps into my throat. It takes everything in me not to turn and run out of that building, but I manage to stand my ground.“Next time, you won’t be so lucky. Now, get on the table. If you think you’re stalling long enough for help to arrive, you have another thing coming. You’re never going to be found, and there’s no reception here, so just do as I say and this is going to be a fast, painless experience.” Charlotte orders.Looking at her, one would be forgiven to think that she’s a socialite or a very respectable banker, with her well-pressed clothes and perfect hair, not the mentally deranged criminal that she really is. Still, there’s no way I’m getting into that
"Okay, I don’t want any problems. Please give me my daughter, and we can forget that this ever happened, while you go back into hiding or something. Look, I forgive you for all that you did to me.” I tell Charlotte, my voice wavering so badly, but there is nothing that I can do about it, or about anything.“Ava, isn’t it? She’s a very beautiful baby. She takes after my mother’s side in the looks aspect. My mother was a very beautiful woman, although I can’t say the same about my birth father.”“Yes. She looks just like you and Charles when you were babies. I saw your family pictures.”“You did?” Charlotte asks, sounding genuinely surprised.“Yes. Charles showed me.”“Cool, cool.” She says, still rocking Ava as slowly as though she has all the time in the world. To say I’m confused is an understatement, but I’m starting to relax a teeny tiny fraction.“Please give me Ava, and we’ll both be on our way,” I tell her, wondering what the meaning of all this is. She doesn't seem to be in a h
The road is rough and bumpy, but I’ve turned on all the lights of the car to illuminate my way. Charlotte isn’t making it hard for me to follow her at all, which makes me believe what Charles has said, that she’s leading me into a trap. Anyway, trap or not, I can’t just leave my infant daughter at her mercy, so I have no choice but to follow her.Soon, she branches off into a bushy part, which makes driving even more difficult than it had been when we were still on the gravelly part. It is difficult to follow her closely here, considering that the car I’m driving isn’t made for rough terrains, while the one she’s driving is, and after a while, I lose her, but it is easy to follow her, because of the tracks that her car makes in the bush.My phone keeps ringing all the while I’m chasing Charlotte through the woods. I know this because its lights keep coming on, lighting the dark interior of the car with each call. Finally, I decide to answer it, knowing that it’s Charles who’s calling.
JESSICABy the time I gather my wits about me and rush up the staircase, taking them three at a time, so I can get my phone, I can no longer hear the sound of the car in which Charlotte is getting away with my baby. I speed-dial Charle’s number and rush down the car, grabbing the key to the spare car that we had rented.I send a silent prayer of thanks above that Charles had had the foresight to rent two cars, even though I had kicked against it, saying why would we need two cars, as I felt that it would only bring us unwanted attention. Now, though, I’m grateful for the availability of the car, because I don’t know how I would have gone after Charlotte without it.Charles picks up the phone on the first ring, just as I’m rushing down the stairs in my robe and slippers. There is no time to change into more suitable clothes as my daughter’s life is at stake.“Hel…” Charles begins to say, but I cut him off desperately.“She’s here! Oh, Charles, she’s here, and she has killed the nanny a
CHARLOTTEI’ve barely gotten to where I parked my getaway car when I hear the unmistakable voice of Jessica screaming out Eric’s name in a panic. She has no doubt discovered the lifeless body of her nanny and the fact that her daughter is missing, which means that very soon, she’ll take the bait and follow after me in a bid to recover her daughter.“Sorry, honey. Eric’s body is preparing to stiffen somewhere out there, so he can’t hear you.” I say, laughing gaily to myself. Once everywhere is silent again, I start the car and rev it loudly so that she can hear it and give pursuit.Luckily enough, Charles isn’t around, as the men who were spying on the cabin this evening informed me. Eric had told us that Jessica and Charles were supposed to go to dinner, so the men had been watching the cabin to alert me to when they’ll leave, only for Jessica to stay behind.This was actually better for my plans, as it gave me the chance to lure Jessica alone. Getting into the cabin had been very eas