"Naturally, I did not believe her one bit, and I was desperate to keep the fact that I had cheated on her from my wife, so I warned her to stay away from me. I believed that she was crazy, and soon after that, I moved away from that city and did not hear from her again, which was just as well as far as I was concerned. Seven years later, she showed up out of the blue and began to harass me, showing up at my factories and offices and seeking an audience with me by every means possible. This time, she was using drugs heavily and was desperate for a fix. She began to blackmail me, saying she would go to my wife and tell her everything. Since I was a hundred percent sure that I wasn't the one who got her pregnant, I asked for a paternity test, which shockingly, proved I was the father. I was devastated, as any man would be. I finally had it all... a happy family and a booming business, and now my happy family was going to crumble. The major problem was how I was going to inform my wife o
"I was the one who kidnapped and tortured Jessica," I said, watching Mr. James closely and mischievously to see his reaction. He looked shell-shocked at first and then I saw doubt and pity creep into his eyes. He thought that I was crazy. Fuck him! I did not need his pity, and I’m definitely not crazy! It was funny that he thought so at first, but it definitely isn't funny any longer."Excuse me?""You heard me. I kidnapped and tortured Jessica, after which I lied to her that you were the one who asked me to do it and she, in turn, told Sebastian about it.""Charlotte, why would you do that to poor Jessica? That’s a very evil and callous thing to do to anyone. Why would you do that?" Mr. James asked sadly."Why do you think? To get revenge against you, of course, and I can see that it's working very well. To think that Sebastian caused you to have a heart attack that worsened your condition is really the best thing to happen to me in a long while. Oh, don't look so surprised. Carol is
"I'll gladly take the blame for everything and let people believe that I was behind everything, just as you've made Sebastian believe. Just please leave the poor girl alone. She's suffered enough." Mr. James told me desperately."Ah, but there's a problem with that solution, and that problem is that she knows my face almost as well as I know my face, and knows that I tortured her, so I'll surely be an accomplice ... oh, I forgot. That is nearly not as bad as the fact that she will know that I also killed Victoria, or at least, ordered people to do it. No, no, your theory won’t work at all. Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick to my initial plan ... or lack of it." I said, chuckling in amusement as I finished. I knew that I was talking too much, but I was so excited. Mr. James was already reacting to the drugs that I had slipped into his drink earlier, right under his nose. In a few minutes, he would be disoriented enough to loosen his guard and tell me where the will was, and then I cou
All that is in the past now, but unfortunately, I also had failed myself dismally, in that I had been unable to finish off Jessica because Carol interrupted me. The result of this gross error was that Jessica had opened her mouth and blabbed out everything to everyone who cared to listen, which is when all my troubles began.Now, here I am, running up and down, a damn fugitive, but I’m not one to leave something halfway done. Jessica should have simply kept her wide mouth shut as I asked her to, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have been going after her. Besides, Charles needed to be taught a lesson and what better way to do that than to go after his beloved wife?After I escaped from jail with the help of my long-time boyfriend, I have been laying low and will continue to do so for a while. Richard … what a dumbass. As far as he’s concerned, I love him very much. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m capable of loving anyone, but it’s helpful to have Richard in my corner. He’s the son of the m
JESSICA“How’s the new guard you hired two months ago doing?” I ask the head of security in Charles’s house … our house. I have to start getting used to calling it now. Charles doesn’t like it when I call it his house and is always telling me that it’s our house now, as well as Ava’s, which of course, is true.“He’s doing very well, ma’am. I’ve had no issues with him at all. He’s a very good replacement for the man who left.”“Good, good. Have you heard anything from the guy who left? He’s supposed to come back, not so?” I ask. I always make an effort to relate with the staff, and while I’ve given up on Charlotte finding a way to come back into our lives and wreak havoc, I still try my best to be cautious, so I won’t be taken unaware.“Yes, ma’am. He was supposed to come back, but I don’t think he will. I haven’t heard from him in a while now. He did send me a message a day after he left, saying that he fell sick, and has been sick for a long time, so he has to go live with his sister
JESSICAThe minute we arrive at our honeymoon destination, I feel all my worries blow away with the crisp, salty wind of the beach resort. Palm trees line everywhere, swaying gracefully in the evening breeze, as we Charles and I make our way out of our secluded cabin and down the pathway. This rustic, private, and hidden cabin is just what I need for privacy with my husband.Of course, it isn’t exactly privacy, since we have a bodyguard, nanny, and our six-month-old daughter with us, but it is the closest that we can get to privacy considering the circumstances. At least, our cabin has two floors, with Charles and I occupying the first floor alone, and the rest occupying the lower floor.“This place is so nice.” Charles marvels as we walk, hand in hand. His voice is full of awe, but I notice that he keeps looking around as we walk. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.“You think Charlotte could be hiding somewhere within the bushes? Oh, please! She’s just one woman.”“Yeah, she is, but
CHARLOTTE“I want to come with you,” Richard whines as I shrug into my clothes. He does not bother to do the same, but instead, lies there in all his naked glory, or lack of it. The sight of him naked irritates me to no end, but I have to do what I have to do. The fact that he whines instead of talks also does nothing to win him any favors in my books.“I want to come with you…” I mimic. “You sound like a damn baby. Why will you want to come with me?”“To make sure that you don’t get hurt, of course. Why do you think? If I love you and can’t protect you, what does that make me?”“That’s nice of you, but you don’t need to worry about me. I have two of your best men with me.”“Yeah, yeah, I know, but still. Just be careful. I don’t see why you’re hell-bent on doing this instead of just staying here where it's safe. I’ve even offered to relocate out of the country to a remote island where no one will ever find us, but you’ve refused to agree. I don’t think there’s any sense in what you’r
CHARLOTTEWho the fuck waits for a few months after having their wedding ceremony before going on their honeymoon, anyway? Charles and Jessica, that’s who. Weird fellows. To think that I would have missed this perfect opportunity to carry out my plans does not bear thinking about. They chose a small island to have their honeymoon. One would have thought that after they were stranded on an island, they would have an aversion to those, but apparently not.“So, how long do they have left to be here?” I ask Eric.“Their original plan was to spend three weeks here, and they’ve spent a little over two weeks already. They were talking about extending their stay for a week, but I don’t know if they’ll really do it.”“Good, good. So I already got some local carpenter to knock up a small structure where I’m going to carry out the whole thing.”“Is that a wise thing to do? What if he leads the authorities back to you after everything is discovered?”“Don’t you worry about that. I have it taken c
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