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
Jessica’s POV I walked into my office, hissing and running my hands through my hair. I glanced up at Bishop who also appeared to be troubled like I was. “Who allowed him inside?” I asked. He swallowed hard. “We cannot hold him out for too long, Jess. He is your father’s younger brother so he has the right to come here at any time.” He said. “Well, my father is dead and I am in charge, right? I can—” “You don't get it. Your father actually liked Nelson so much that he gave the order that Nelson was allowed even to the ninth floor.” He told me and I looked at him, shocked. The ninth floor was where our top secrets were kept. My father really trusted Nelson to that extent. “Why?” I found myself asking him. “Well, it was because of the fact he was his only remaining relative so he wanted to shower him with love before he died. Well, I still did not know why he kept you a secret from Nelson though.” He explained. “But… I could do something about that. If he thinks he could
Jessica’s POV Freddy has sent the contract over the email for me to go through. I had put it off since we were busy trying to get the new products ready for release. For times like this, I did not like being distracted. I always made sure I was focused on the goal ahead. Bishop has also stayed off my radar because he knew how jittery I could be. I go to work in the morning and return at night. I knew my kids had missed me and the only time when I got to meet them, they were already asleep. It was not mama's fault. At the last glance at the product, I let out an annoyed hiss. It was like there was something yet to complete it. The color. The texture. I did not know what it was but I felt uneasy. What could be wrong? We would be releasing this product soon and I was the one who was holding them off from doing so. After Nelson had come to the meeting hall the other day, I have been so intent on proving him wrong. There was no way he would stop me from doing this. I have planne
Brian’s POV I flung Angela’s hands off my body as Jessica disconnected the call. The glare I directed at her was enough to freeze her on the spot. Hurut flashed past her eyes as I blew out an exasperated breath. “Really? Did you have to do that?” I questioned her, feeling frustration course through me. Just when I was starting to get into her grace, Angela had to come in and ruin it. “What? Were you on a call with someone?” She asked, her brows creasing with innocence. She must not have known as I had the ear pods fixed in my ears. “Yes, and I was talking to Holly! I was trying to make her see the reason she should accept my proposal.” I explained, running my hands through my hair as I jerked to my feet. Maybe coming to stay here tonight was a wrong choice. “Her? Holly is a female? You are talking to a woman in the middle of the night?” She asked, making me turn to her with a confused look. “Not a female. A business associate. I would have managed to convince had it been yo
The quiet hum of the office enveloped Jessica as she worked diligently at her desk. The papers strewn before her detailed the intricacies of her latest case, but her focus faltered as her mind wandered. The events of the last few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The precinct was still reeling from the chaos surrounding Angela's arrest, and tension hung in the air like an oppressive fog. Jessica leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a faint headache began to pulse. She was no stranger to pressure, but something about this situation felt more complex than usual, as though there were pieces to the puzzle she hadn’t yet discovered. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She straightened her posture, masking her fatigue with a professional demeanor. "Come in," she called, her voice steady. The door creaked open, and Bishop stepped inside. He moved with the calculated confidence of someone who always knew more than he let on. His expres
The quiet hum of the office enveloped Jessica as she worked diligently at her desk. The papers strewn before her detailed the intricacies of her latest case, but her focus faltered as her mind wandered. The events of the last few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The precinct was still reeling from the chaos surrounding Angela's arrest, and tension hung in the air like an oppressive fog. Jessica leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a faint headache began to pulse. She was no stranger to pressure, but something about this situation felt more complex than usual, as though there were pieces to the puzzle she hadn’t yet discovered. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She straightened her posture, masking her fatigue with a professional demeanor. "Come in," she called, her voice steady. The door creaked open, and Bishop stepped inside. He moved with the calculated confidence of someone who always knew more than he let on. His expres
The quiet hum of the office enveloped Jessica as she worked diligently at her desk. The papers strewn before her detailed the intricacies of her latest case, but her focus faltered as her mind wandered. The events of the last few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The precinct was still reeling from the chaos surrounding Angela's arrest, and tension hung in the air like an oppressive fog. Jessica leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a faint headache began to pulse. She was no stranger to pressure, but something about this situation felt more complex than usual, as though there were pieces to the puzzle she hadn’t yet discovered. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She straightened her posture, masking her fatigue with a professional demeanor. "Come in," she called, her voice steady. The door creaked open, and Bishop stepped inside. He moved with the calculated confidence of someone who always knew more than he let on. His expres
The quiet hum of the office enveloped Jessica as she worked diligently at her desk. The papers strewn before her detailed the intricacies of her latest case, but her focus faltered as her mind wandered. The events of the last few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The precinct was still reeling from the chaos surrounding Angela's arrest, and tension hung in the air like an oppressive fog. Jessica leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a faint headache began to pulse. She was no stranger to pressure, but something about this situation felt more complex than usual, as though there were pieces to the puzzle she hadn’t yet discovered. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She straightened her posture, masking her fatigue with a professional demeanor. "Come in," she called, her voice steady. The door creaked open, and Bishop stepped inside. He moved with the calculated confidence of someone who always knew more than he let on. His expres
The quiet hum of the office enveloped Jessica as she worked diligently at her desk. The papers strewn before her detailed the intricacies of her latest case, but her focus faltered as her mind wandered. The events of the last few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The precinct was still reeling from the chaos surrounding Angela's arrest, and tension hung in the air like an oppressive fog. Jessica leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a faint headache began to pulse. She was no stranger to pressure, but something about this situation felt more complex than usual, as though there were pieces to the puzzle she hadn’t yet discovered. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She straightened her posture, masking her fatigue with a professional demeanor. "Come in," she called, her voice steady. The door creaked open, and Bishop stepped inside. He moved with the calculated confidence of someone who always knew more than he let on. His expression
The quiet hum of the office enveloped Jessica as she worked diligently at her desk. The papers strewn before her detailed the intricacies of her latest case, but her focus faltered as her mind wandered. The events of the last few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The precinct was still reeling from the chaos surrounding Angela's arrest, and tension hung in the air like an oppressive fog. Jessica leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples as a faint headache began to pulse. She was no stranger to pressure, but something about this situation felt more complex than usual, as though there were pieces to the puzzle she hadn’t yet discovered. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She straightened her posture, masking her fatigue with a professional demeanor. "Come in," she called, her voice steady. The door creaked open, and Bishop stepped inside. He moved with the calculated confidence of someone who always knew more than he let on. His expression w
BRIAN’S POV I stared at my phone, tapping my fingers against the desk as the ringtone droned on for the third time. No answer. Grey wasn’t exactly the most reliable guy when it came to picking up calls, but this felt different. The longer the silence stretched, the tighter the knot in my stomach became. He should’ve answered by now. Something wasn’t right. I hung up and dialed again, muttering under my breath. “Come on, Grey. Pick up.” Still nothing. Before I could decide whether to leave another message, my phone buzzed in my hand. An unknown number lit up the screen. For a second, I debated ignoring it, but instinct told me to answer. “This is Brian,” I said sharply. “Brian, this is Officer Carter from the precinct.” The name took a second to register. Carter. I’d spoken to him before—back when Angela first got arrested. His tone wasn’t urgent, but it wasn’t casual, either. “What’s going on?” I asked, already bracing myself for bad news. There was a pause
**Angela’s POV** The metallic clang of the prison gate echoed behind me, a sound I thought I’d never hear again. For three long months, those gates had been my reality—cold, unyielding, and suffocating. Now, they were shutting behind me, leaving a hollow sense of disbelief in their wake. I took a hesitant step forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I squinted into the sunlight. Freedom felt foreign, as though I’d stepped into someone else’s life. A black car idled by the curb, sleek and polished, standing out against the drab prison exterior. I had no idea who was responsible for my release. The last time I’d heard from anyone, it was Brian's failed attempt to see me, blocked by the guards. I thought about him for a brief moment, then quickly shoved the thought away. The driver exited the car and opened the back door, gesturing for me to enter. I hesitated until I saw her. Sophia White. My mother. She stepped out of the car with the grace of someone who always command
**Chapter: Nelson’s Fake Proof** Jessica sat at the head of the conference table, addressing the shareholders with calm confidence. Her words were measured, her gaze steady. Every eye in the room was fixed on her, a blend of respect and cautious curiosity. She was building momentum, solidifying their trust in her leadership, when her phone vibrated on the table. She glanced at the screen: her lawyer, Mr. Hendricks. “Excuse me for a moment,” she said, giving the shareholders a polite smile before stepping out of the room. “Mr. Hendricks?” she said, pressing the phone to her ear. “Ms. Holly, I need you to come to my office immediately,” his voice was tight, laced with urgency. Jessica frowned. “What’s wrong?” “It’s about Nelson. He claims to have evidence that may affect your position. I think it’s best we address this in person.” Jessica’s stomach sank. Nelson was like a thorn that refused to be removed, always scheming, always waiting for an opportunity to strik