Jessica’s POV
Meeting Brian did not only push me off the balance but also made me go down the memory lane I have so much refused to remember. His appearance and his voice... The way he looked at me and the way that filthy bitch had walked into the scene like she owned the place made me twist my fist in anger. I was scared, I would not lie. Brian had met Sabrina… what if he finds out about them? What If he tries to steal them from me? No, I will not let him. I will protect my children from him at all costs. I cannot let him meet any of them again. I shook my head as I tried to focus on the meal I was making. After I had left the charity event, I made sure Bishop took the kids home first while I stopped at the grocery stores to get some groceries. I had promised Sabrina that if they did well, I would bake them a cake. Due to work and all, I have not been able to sing them lullabies at night so I took it upon myself to do just that tonight. I was going to shower them with so much love that they would not see the need for a father. I was also making some side dishes alongside the cake. I could have had the cook do it but I was recovering from the shock of meeting Brian after all these years and that too, seeing my kid with him. I needed to get rid of that thought because if I didn't, it would morph into fear and I would end up doing things I'm not supposed to. Their voices rang out from behind me as they played with their toys. Bishop did not stay with us but he always visited during the weekends to take the kids for a drive and to the amusement park since I could not. I was always busy. After I was done, I placed the dishes on the dining table and also brought out the cake from the oven. Letting it cool before placing it at the center of the table also, I busied myself with clearing the place up. “Babies!” I yelled out, pulling off the gloves as I smiled satisfactorily at the dishes I made. It's been a long time since I did something like this. The butler always did it. “Hmm, yummy!” Sabrina exclaimed as they all rushed to the dining room, each of them taking their seats and looking at the dishes with savory and hunger. I shook my head as I chuckled. “Should I?” “Yes, mummy! Yes, mummy!” They cheered and I let out a laugh as I served the three of them. They did not even wait for me to fix their napkin, they dug into the food and Israel was the first to grin up at me. “Mum! You are the best cook in the world!” I beamed a smile, joy twirling in my chest as I stared at them. If only, I did not have to keep my father’s company moving, I would have been able to spend more time with them but this was the legacy they will continue to carry on. I have to work harder to make sure they deserve it. I took my seat and served myself also. After we were done, they dragged me to watch some cartoons with them. As the traitors that they were, they began to doze off. “Mum, watch the rest for us so that you will be able to tell us tomorrow…” Felicia said, her eyes closing slowly. I snickered but continued to watch it. I didn't know why. Maybe it was because I wanted to keep my mind away from thinking about Jason or the fear that was slowly eating at me. Either way, the cartoon finally came to an end and I took turns as I carried them to their rooms. Sabrina was the last and gently placed her on the bed, making sure she did not wake up but my baby girl blinked her eyes open and stared at me. “Mommy,” She called and I turned to her, pursing my lips as I sat close to her. “Yes?” I patted my hair and she shifted a bit so that she could look into my face properly. “I'm sorry, mommy.” She apologized, innocence and sincerity dancing into her eyes. My brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you apologizing?” “For running away from the event. I should not have scared you that way. I will always tell you before I go anywhere, okay?”She explained and I nodded, letting out a breath as relief swept through my skin. “I understand. You needed to clean off the stain on your clothes. And if I am not there, tell your brother and sister, okay?” She nodded as a grin split on her lips. “Uncle Brian was nice too, mommy. He did not touch me anyway.” She said and my lips parted. I did not know what to say so I just shook my head and patted her hair. “I know. Now, go back to bed.” I planted a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, Mommy.” “Goodnight, my love.” I walked out of her room and headed for mine. I did not know why I felt unsettled from within. Oh, Jessica. Relax. Don't be scared. He is not going to take your kids away from you. He cannot. He does not even know about them, right? I sat on the bed, biting my lower lip as I tried to think of ways to avoid Jason. There was no way we would meet again. I will make sure of that. We must not even cross paths. Things should return to how they were before. Strangers to each other. Somehow deep down within me, I knew that was a lie and the fact that Jason and I could meet made me frightened. God knows what I am going to do if he decides to take my kids away from me. Oh! God! Why must I meet him again? After these years of doing without him? Taking care of the kids and letting them know that they did not have a father. Brian!Jessica’s POVBishop made sure the kids were dropped at school as I made my way to the company. I rarely checked my schedule because Bishop does that for me. He just needed to remind me when I needed to leave or do anything.We both walked through the doors as we headed for my office. Settling into my seat, I could feel his gaze following every one of my movements. I knew what he wanted to say but I was not going to give him room for any discussion. He was going to scold me like a father and I did not like it. No one likes being scolded by the way.“Jessica—”“Bishop, can you check what we have on the schedule today?” I cut him off, directing him with a glare and his brows arched, obviously knowing what I was doing.“You cannot run away today, Jessica.” He told me.And yes, after a thousand years, I have finally gotten him to call me by my name.“What?” I drawled. “I know. I could not finish them because I was attending to the kids and —”“Or because you were preoccupied with who you
Brian’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror and let out a deep breath. I'll be meeting with the CEO of Holly Empire today and I've tried to contact some of my business partners to inquire about the kind of person that he was. All I have been getting did nothing to help my anxiety.I recalled the life I once lived as a billionaire who had everything within my beck and call until I divorced Jessica and everything went downhill. Now my only hope was in Holly Empire. To revive my company.After I was done, I exited the room and thankfully, Angela was not around. I did not need someone to discourage me this morning.I stepped out of the building and headed to the car where I stepped in and told the driver where I was going. I occupied myself with flicking through the internet for anything about the CEO of Holly Empire but the only thing that was consistent enough was the man’s pictures. ‘HOLLY EMPIRE ACQUIRES NEW CHAIN COMPANY!”‘HOLLY EMPIRE FUNDS ORPHANAGES AND BUILDS HOMES FOR
Jessica’s POV I knew what Bishop said sounded familiar. I had once overheard Brian telling his friend about how he wanted to make his company chained to another. A bigger company, in fact. I let out a sigh as I stared at the file Nelson had brought. “So there is no way out of this?” I asked for the umpteenth time. Bishop shook his head. “There is no way. You must get married and you must have the certificate also.” He noted. I groaned out in frustration. What exactly does Nelson want from all of these? I was Jessica Holly, the legitimate daughter. Why was he after my father’s properties? Maybe I should just give him. “That is not an option,” Bishop said, sending me a reprimanding look and making me realize I had said that aloud. “So what do you suggest I do? I can't marry you, in case you are thinking that.” He snorted. “I know of a man. His wife just died and I would say that he is gentle and would probably want nothing of this.” My brows furrowed. “And who is this man?” “F
Brian’s POV “Damn! You really fucked up you know? I was telling you that day that you should not go ahead with the divorce but you were stubborn. Now see?” David scoffed. “You are stubborn and the ironic part is you chose Angela over her. You could have done better, man. Honestly.” I closed my eyes tight as regret seeped into me in volumes. What did he expect me to do? I loved Angela then and when she came crying to me for help, I could not hesitate and I thought I finally had her back. All I just needed to do was get rid of Jessica. Then everything came crumbling, my company and everything. DAVID was, well, David. He had tried to make me understand why I would believe Angela over Jessica. There were so many things I had to do to find Jessica but she went missing. “So what are you going to do?” He asked, pouring himself more whiskey as he gave him a lazy glare. I knew David had always liked Jessica for me. The first time he met her, he was glad that I had her beside me but I
ANGELA’S POV I knew he was going to come back to me. He had to. There was no way he would go back to that bitch. Brian was mine and he would always be. I shivered, making him see that I was dressed in nothing but a flimsy gown. His eyes went wide and he quickly pulled off his suit and draped it over my shoulders. Helping me inside, he peeled the first two buttons of his shirt open and rolled up his sleeves. Brian was handsome and was the heartthrob of every girl back when we were together in university. “So tell me, have you been able to reach out to De’Royals?” He asked, peering a look at me. “Not yet.” I went to the tea maker and had some done. Pouring it into different cups, I handed one to Brian. He blew some air over the steam and lifted it to his mouth. Till today, he still didn't know how I was able to bring De’Royals to the charity event. One I didn't know that his ex-wife would be there. Initially, I was the one who advised him to go to the event since I heard so
Jessica’s POV I was going to meet Freddy tonight. I had reached out to him and thankfully, he responded which I didn't quite expect. As I thought of what I was going to see him for again, I found it quite ridiculous but still, I knew I had to do it because my time was ticking and tocking. Nelson was waiting for me to miss a step and boom, he becomes the CEO. It was extremely cold tonight like the other nights had been and after successfully tucking the kids into bed, I went to get myself ready for the date. Picking a beautiful rhinestone dress, I did a little makeup and draped a coat over my shoulders. Bishop was waiting for me outside since he would be my chauffeur. “Ready?” He asked as he settled into the driver’s seat while I was in the backseat. I glanced at the house, feeling anxious even though I knew the kids’ babysitter was around, I bobbed my head. He looked at me through the front mirror before igniting the car’s engine and hitting the road. Throughout our drive
Jessica’s POV I stared at him, gobsmacked for a second. I didn't expect him to be so direct. I was still thinking we would take it step by step but it seemed like he wanted it to be quick and direct which was quite suspicious. “Yes, I agree.” I stuttered, trying my best not to blink. Freddy was everything I was not expecting. Straight and direct to the point. Not my kind of man. Definitely not. “Alright. There are things I would like to keep out of this agreement.” He said, clearing his throat. I already knew what it was but I relaxed, listening to him as he gulped hard. It must be a very hard topic for him to discuss. “First, it is the issue about my wife. I do not like talking about it and I would not like to.” He started and I nodded, agreeing as well. I didn't want our agreement to go beyond that as well. Just the surface, please. “Secondly, about my business. I want to believe that you also don't want me digging into your work so please refrain from trying to know about
Jessica’s POV “So how did it go?” Bishop asked me as we both walked into the company building. After my meeting with Freddy last night, we were both unable to talk since I appeared to be tired, and with what Freddy and I had discussed. I was exhausted. The man was nothing like I expected him to be. He was straightforward yet soft. I could not help but think if I was making the right choice or mistake. “Well, he agreed on two conditions,” I said, swiping my card across the scanner. We stepped into the elevator and it made some sound. “And what is that?” He asked, worry lacing his tone. “Well, he asked that we should not talk about his late night since it is a sensitive topic and I should be ready for the press attention on me. Which means that my kids would be the talk of the town if they catch any whiff of that.” We soon reached the ninth floor where my office was and stepped out. “Are you both planning to send out a memo on your marriage?” He asked from behind. I paused