BRIAN’S POV I walked into the house, angry steam oozing off me as I slammed the door shut. The scene I had seen earlier kept replaying in my head. So she could not attend to me because she had lunch with him. I let out a sigh as I slumped on the couch, tugging at my tie. Angela appeared in my peripheral. She has been staying over at my place since I got drunk and I was going to tell her to leave very soon. Why? Because Jessica might get the wrong thought? To hell with her! I didn't care about what she was thinking. She wants to be with him. I will also choose to be with someone else since she made it so obvious to me that she has moved on. My heart squeezed tight in my chest. It was too late already. I lost her and I regretted it. My head fell back as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Breathing out through my parted lips, I noticed Angela placed a cup of cold water before me. I reached for it and downed it in seconds, letting the chill settle in me. “How did your meeting go?” S
ANGELA’S POV “What?!” I exclaimed as the line went off. I stared down at it in shock. What just… Brian just left the house a while ago and I have been told that he is now in prison. I clenched my fist tight. It must be Royals doing this. I quickly changed into a better outfit and rushed out of the house. On getting to the police station, I saw cops moving around. I approached the one behind the desk and the dirty eye he gave me almost made me waver but I buckled up some nerves and asked, “I am here to see Brian Knox.” I said breathlessly. I have been running. His eyes went from my head to my toe before looking down at his book. “Oh! You mean you are here for the mannerless egoistic bastard who punched someone and broke his cheekbone?” He asked, arching his brows in disgust. I closed my eyes briefly, reminding myself that there was no way yelling at him would solve anything so I plastered the most gentle smile I could. “I don't know who that is but Brian Knox is definitely not a
JESSICA’S POV Bishop walked into the office, his eyes etched on the tab in his hands as he dropped it before me. With arched brows, I picked it up but my eyes went wide as I saw the news. Brian was arrested?! I blinked twice to see if I was seeing correctly or not. “When was this?” I asked him. “Yesterday.” He responded. “Why was he arrested?” I dropped the tab, not bothering to look at the content because I knew whoever released his arrest to the public would have put a very misleading content. “I had agent Lee investigate it and he said that he met De’Royals.” my ears perked up at that name. De’Royals. He was our potential competitor in the market but I have never met him once since I became the CEO. “And how did that lead to his arrest?” “He was said to have lost control and punched him across the face. He just has broken two to three of his cheekbones and probably his plastic nose.” He grimaced as he said the last part. I quickly googled De’Royals and his face appear
BRIAN’S POV I let out a groan as I walked out of the prison, scrunching my nose at the pungent smell of urine and excreta. I gave the cop that has come to call me out a hard look as Angela’s shriek snatched my attention. She didn't rush to me as she would have done which made me sort of relax. I definitely cannot be stressed over her right now. I walked over to her and she smiled lightly at me before leading me out. I wanted to ask her if she was the one who helped me to get out or Royals did but it was unnecessary. I was out and that was all that mattered. Entering the car and settling inside, I allowed myself to be carried away by the scenarios outside through the window as Angela’s breathing became audible. I glanced over at her and then looked away. She would be fine. We soon reached the house and she was the first to step out though she waited for me. As we arrived at the doorstep, I caught her hand she let out a gasp, a scared look in her eyes as she looked into mine. My e
JESSICA’S POV Staring at the glittering necklace inside the box, I contemplated once again if I should wear it. I lifted my gaze to the stunning reflection of myself in the mirror and a tentative smile took over my lips. Freddy had invited me over for a date at his place and since we were married, I just needed the publicity of this. He had said that he would use this to our advantage and I guess that was what he was doing. Finally picking up the necklace, I wore it around my neck, and the fake wedding ring Freddy had bought for me was glinting on my finger. It itched me to take it off but I knew that I was bound by contract and I needed to uphold my part of the deal. Putting the final touches to my face, I stood to my feet and admired the beautiful gown my business associate, Loren, had sent to me. Loren was one of the few people who had taken it upon himself to make sure I looked like the heiress that I was. Bishop had introduced me to him that year and I had felt really wear
Chapter 34"You would have to go to the school. You were invited," Yvonne told me, giving me a pleading look. I didn't want to. The last one I went to, I regretted it but it was for the best. I knew that. I wanted to shake my head but agreed later. The event had to do with encouraging younger generations to have ambitions and aim higher. I knew this was helping my reputation but it was hectic and strategic, not manipulative. Finishing up the files that needed attention, I rose to my feet and exited the office. Making my way to the car, Yvonne had already settled at the front. I entered, exhaling deeply as I pulled out my phone to check the stock exchange rate and also go through the news. Yvonne tried to fill me in on the issues with other clients but I stopped her mid way. I needed to focus on the script I would reading to the kids even though she had taken care of it. I needed to make sure it was proper and not excess. Finally, we reached the entrance and we were let in. One of t
JESSICA’S POV “Good morning,” Brian greeted the moment he stepped into the office. I glanced up at him and took note of his dressing pattern. If there was one thing to always adore about Brian Knox, it was his style of dressing. It was always distinct and HIM. I schooled my face into indifference and didn't bother standing to take his hand. He stopped before my desk, staring at me with... Cold eyes? I blanched but caught myself. “You have your seat.” At least he knew proper etiquette. He sat, splaying his arms on his thighs as he looked up at me. “I'm sorry the notice came late to meet. Bishop has been busy with taking care of some things and I didn't get the time to talk to you.” I apologized first. It has been two weeks since our meeting at the party and he must have thought that I was avoiding him because of what had happened. I didn't blame him. He shouldn't have lost control like that. “I understand. I've also been busy with other things. Let us get straight to the po
ANGELA’S POV My feet tapped against the floor as anxiety gnawed at me. My heart beat erratically in my chest as I stared down at the caller’s ID brightened on my phone screen. Why was he calling me? Hasn't he done enough? The pain? The torture? The torment? Is it not enough? I hated biting my nails but here I was biting them like they were the only things that ascertained the fact that I was alive and not dead. Royals was doing way too much and I was running out of time. If I didn't get what I wanted, I might have to bend to his will. The ringing stopped and relief washed through me. It was short-lived because he dialed it again and the ringing tone of my phone blared loudly. With trembling hands, I picked it up and answered, hoping my voice didn't give away how fearful I was. If he noticed, he would prey on it and that would be worse than it was already. I swallowed hard, clearing my throat. “Why are you calling me? Aren't we done already?” I asked him almost immediately. He