He didn't need to ask again. I swallowed hard, turning into the bathroom, my mind was made up on what to do next- I would leave this hell. The next morning, during breakfast, he slid the car key I gave him last night back to me."It's your car now." "I don't want it," I replied, "Thank you."Gavin glanced at me, his eyes filled with anger but he didn't say a word. Silence took over the breakfast table, as I sat going over my plans."Don't forget what I said last night." He said, bringing back to the present. "I don't want you working there." I said nothing. I waited for Gavin to leave to work first. As soon as his car drove out of the compound, I packed up a small bag carry just a few clothes and headed out of the house. "Good bye to this dungeon of the devil!" I muttered under my breath, smiling to myself as I entered a cab. I knew I was treading on the lion's tail but I had a goal. A goal I must achieve and not even Gavin Pierre would stop me.The taxi stopped in front of a b
My grip on my purse weakened, my heart dropped, racing slightly."What does he want?" I managed to ask. Did he already find out I was with Greg? Was he stalking me?! Tracking my every move? "It must be about work, don't worry about it.""You can come with me if...""No," I replied quickly, "I still have a lot of things to do at the office," I lied.As Greg entered his car, I swallowed with the urge to say, "Please don't tell him I'm here." Instead, I stood there, frozen, watching his car gradually disappear from sight.A strange chill crept over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was happening too fast.I was mistaken, there was no thrill in defying Gavin. It felt like I was asking for his wrath instead. That I could handle, but what if he extended his wrath to Greg? I mean, he was the devil of Darion Town for a reason.I took out my phone, pacing around restlessly. My hand hovered over the screen.Finally determined, I clicked on his number. Gavin's POVMy phon
Gavin’s POVI shot to my feet, and stormed out of my office. Franklyn followed behind, I knew he was buzzing with questions, yet he knew better than to ask any of them when I was sizzling with obvious anger.As I passed my reception, my assistant hopped out of his seat, running after me with my schedule. “Sir you have the next meeting with…”“Cancel!” I bellowed, as I pulled the exit door open.“Stop and think for a moment!” Franklyn growled. I paused, turning to face him. “What?”“I don’t know where you’re going but I know you’re about to do something reckless and it never ends well.”“Stay out of it, it’s my business.” I retorted, my eyes flashing with irritation.Jessie’s text message had me reeling in anger. The mere idea that she thought she could choose being an assistant to that obnoxious jerk over our marriage was the main reason I was losing my mind. “At least let me drive,” Franklyn said, his face filled with darn concern.I tossed my key to him and hopped into the backs
Note:For better character development and story flow, I will now be using third POV for this story. Thanks for understanding!Chapter 35After the wedding— after the luxurious wedding ceremony uniting Gavin Pierre and Jessie Ford— their lives became public property.The wedding didn’t just announce their union, it invited hated hateful eyes into their home. Candace had been divorced three months ago, and you know what they say about divorces; it hurts the one who loved the most, and in this case, Candace loved most. Watching Gavin stand in his beautiful garden with the woman who tore them apart, bitterness and loneliness came pouring back. LIt struck her then— she wasn’t going to sit idle as she thought. In fact, she would be very busy— busy tearing them apart just as Jessie had done to her five years ago.Although Candace knew it wouldn’t be easy— Gavin loved Jessie, and he wouldn’t let her go easily— her plans were strengthened by Greg Benedict. She had seen him at dinner, pin
For the last four days, Gavin Pierre had cooped up himself in the house. He couldn’t bring himself to go to work, or do anything else for that matter. He couldn't even face anyone else.The text message on his phone was the only thing he looked at even though it was driving him crazy.After that night— the night Greg answered her phone, Gavin felt like he was losing his mind.He refused to believe that Jess was there permanently. He repeatedly told himself that Jess was there that night for work, and she would not just throw away their marriage.He patiently waited for her to return his call. He waited for her to come back home. He didn’t even go to work, not want to miss her when she came home.But the longer he waited, the more he lost his mind.He had gotten so tired watching his phone, expecting her call such that he buried the phone in his closet just to stay sane.On the fourth day, his phone buzzed in the closet, persistently. Reluctantly, Gavin grabbed it. Realizing it was
Jess found her way to her mother’s hospital room after saying goodbye to Greg. The familiar scent of antiseptic and beeping from machines filled the air as she stepped in. Though her mother was still unconscious, the doctors assured her that she would alright. Jess ran her fingers lightly across the bed’s edge, watching the faint rise and fall of her mother’s chest.As she went over to the counter to settle the bills, the nurse gave her a soft smile. “Your husband already paid ma’am.” Jess stood, too stunned to speak. Gavin’s hurt expression flashed through her mind and a lump formed in her chest, bringing tears welled up her eyes.“Is everything alright, dear?” Uncle Sam’s voice broke her thoughts.“Yes uncle,” she answered quickly, wiping the tears that had bean to fall.Uncle Sam nodded even though he didn’t believe her. Offering her a bottle of water, he said, “You look pale, Jess. I will take care of her, you go back home and rest.”Jessie turned to Uncle Sam, on some other
Gavin had not expected anyone in his house. Let alone Jessie. From what he remembered, she was living with Greg. She was in his arms last night. She came to the hospital with him. But when he saw her sleeping on his couch, his first instinct was to clean up since he looked like a mess. While in the bathroom, he couldn’t stop wondering why she came. “Did she come to get her things?”“Is she moving out already?”He hurried out of the bathroom, his heart filled with thoughts and questions.It was until he saw the shocked expression on Jessie’s face that he realized he had been asking the wrong questions. The right one was… “what if she had come to talk things out?”“Shit.” He cussed, as he entered the living room. The brown envelope in Jessie’s hand contained the document that would their marriage and even though he wanted to take it from her and rip it into pieces, he held his cool.He had been pathetic for the last four days, he refused to continue in that way.“Thanks for clean
On that fateful day, the very day she left Gavin’s home, Ryan kept calling her, pestering her, texting her to meet up.She had ignored them all. She didn’t want to meet with him. If anything, she wanted him to vanish from her life. But Ryan persisted, calling like she was owing him. Finally, she answered and gave him a place to meet.“He did what?!” Gavin exploded, his voice thundering the quiet house.“He… uh… proposed in a grand style,” Jessie repeated, as if the words themselves could express the embarrassment she felt that day.“When I walked into that fancy restaurant, it was decorated with a proposal theme, and I thought it was for someone else, instead he knelt down and proposed in front of every one.”Gavin could not believe his ears. He had not expected that Ryan would make good his threat, yet he couldn’t also ignore the gnawing omen in his mind that there was a reason for his behavior. “I was so embarrassed." Jess continued, "People started taking pictures of us and cheer
While Jessie gripped the bedsheets, biting into her pillow to keep her sobs from reaching her mom, Gavin was laying watch on his phone. As usual, Viktor was an excellent executor, the news had blown up as he expected.He had set the internet ablaze for the third time this year, not that he enjoyed being on the news but some things cannot be avoided especially if the public made it a point to be interested in your life.On the Sunday morning when the news had blown up, Gavin stood a few feet from his laptop on the table with a cup of black coffee in hand, his gaze unwavering on the screen.With each passing second, he watched the article explode, stirring the internet awake.On the left hand side, his phone was buzzing with calls and messages too many to reply, not that he was interested in any of them. Franklyn barged into the room, the disapproval in his expression met with Gavin's darkened eyes, and for a moment none of them spoke to the other. Tensed silence settled over the roo
Chapter 75Gavin leaned against the kitchen counter, staring blankly at the black coffee in front of him. It was his only food for the last few days. Black coffee to keep awake, hot whiskey to keep his mind from Jessie. The closer he came to finding Remi Martin’s associate, the more tricky the case became. The events of the late fee days replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of anger and frustration. After waiting for five days (which seemed like forever to him) Gavin came up with an idea. If someone was really out to get his wife, then he had to fish him out, and what better was there to bait a fish than to use the very thing the fish wanted.What he wasn’t aware of was how deeply hurt he had made the bait. What he didn’t know was how devastated he had left the bait.The door creaked open and Franklyn walked in, his face almost scrunched up in tears. Gavin paused, observing his demeanor. “What happened?”“That was unnecessary!” Franklyn yelled, “Why do we have to do it this w
Gavin arrived his safe house at mid day. The house was filled with cobwebs mirroring how long it had been since he last stepped foot there. For a brief moment, he had thought his life had become stable, how wrong he was.He dropped his last luggage in the one room apartment and slumped into the dusty couch. For some reason, his head was about to explode from thinking about Jessie. He knew that leaving her behind was a risky, reckless decision, but it was for the best. Or so he wanted to believe. He thought that clinging onto Jessie was going to expose her to more danger, but if he quickly discarded her, he figured, no, hoped— he hoped that if he discarded her, they would ask him for something else. Never in his life had he ever attacked a problem without waiting it out for a few days. So his first plan here was to wait… but other than that, he came here to quietly investigate which of Remi Martin’s associates wanted his wife.And so, work began.The week passed by in such a blur
Jessie stood outside the gate of her mother’s house (well, technically her house because she bought it.) She never thought she’d see the day when going home felt so difficult. She in fact bought this house because she was so eager to leave Gavin. Funny how life can deceive us.A sad smile crossed her face as she thought about that day, not too long ago. Falling for Gavin had happened so suddenly, in a way she never expected. Maybe she had always loved him, or maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was pity, maybe it was guilt. Whatever it was, she always found herself wondering how he was doing. Whenever his name popped up in the news, she always found herself rooting for him. Maybe it was retribution. Maybe it wasn’t. But now that they had confirmed their feelings for each other, was that what he expected of her? To stand by and watch him suffer from a distance. Gavin had once mentioned that he fancied her from their first night together, but didn’t ever act on it to protect her from
Gavin had faced many oppositions in his life and every time he conquered. One time he was cursed with a hateful accountant, and that year his finances were in shambles, still he didn’t fall. The other time, he had to navigate a hostile takeover attempt by a rival company. Everyone told him he would lose it all— his business, his wealth. Even Aunt Meryl out of empathy, started cleaning his old room in the family house. Yet, despite the odds, Gavin came out successful. Despite knowing all these, despite being the same Gavin who went all in, and came out victorious. This time felt different. Like he wouldn’t survive it this time.In moments like this, normal people had the encouraging words of a friend or loved one ringing in their minds. But what did Gavin have? What played in his mind? The cruel voice of Candace Remington, telling him: “The Devil of Darion Town has something to protect, which also means he has something to lose… something that can be taken.”Painfully, she was
Chapter 71Gavin clenched his fist so tight his fingers dig into his palms. He was one breath away from punching this damn Don Corleone wannabe in the face. How dare he? But something held him back— it wasn’t fear. It was actually discipline. Jessie had once told him that violence never solved anything. Even if he was boiling inside, Gavin released a deep breath, his eyes spoke volumes but he held back. “Who is this your good friend?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“I can’t say,” Remi Martin replied, “But I can assure you, your wife will be safe.”The more Gavin tried to understand this, the harder it was for him. Was this man suggesting that he gave out his wife to service another man for the night? Is that what he was insinuating?“Unfortunately,” he said barely restraining him himself, “I don’t share, Remi.“ Remi Martin smiled a sly smile, nodding his head in agreement. “No man wants to share his wife, Mr. Pierre, I agree. I’ll go talk to my friend one more time. Like I told yo
Chapter 70Gavin’s phone rang about a thousand times that morning. There were calls coming from left and right. Franklyn must have called a hundred times. Yet there was no answer. He was cuddled up in bed on a Monday morning, enjoying the close warmth of his wife.Jessie woke up first, feeling the sun rays warm up her face. She blinked her eyes open, her lips curved into a small smile as she took in her husband’s breath. Gavin woke up at the same time, the sun rays sting his eyes, but it was nothing compared to what he was going to feel later in the day. “Morning baby,” he mumbled, pulling Jessie closer. Meanwhile, pacing the gates of his company were his staffs, including Franklyn. “Oh for fuck sakes, man!” He cried, frustrated by how many times he had to call one person. Finally, after what felt like an eternity. Gavin finally came to the phone, his voice a sharp contrast to the chaos in his company.“You can’t possibly still be in bed with what’s going on man!” Franklyn’
Chapter 69“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Jessie exclaimed, exasperated. That wasn’t how she wanted this play out. That wasn’t how it played in her mind. When she retorted, “I can’t be pregnant! We’re not really married…”Instead of going to see a doctor. “For what?!” She fumed.She was expecting him to insist on children, on marrying her.Jessie paused, “Was I a bit too much with the drama?” She slumped to the bed, holding her head in her hand. After a long moment of staring at the ceiling, Jessie let out a deep sigh and pushed herself off the bed. She felt silly now, having built up the situation in her head only for it to backfire. It was just like Gavin to throw her off balance but really, he had led her on into thinking he wanted children. She went to the bathroom and freshened up, splashing cold water on her face to clear her thoughts. Then she took some time to wash her body. She felt all kinds of sore down there. Gavin had wrecked her yet she smiled to herself, wanting not
Chapter 68It was impossible, right? That his condition could be contagious. This nasty side of Jessie. He loved it, yet it scared him. But his silence had lasted for too long. His thoughts were written on his face, replacing the satisfaction that should have been there in stead. “You… what’s wrong?” She asked, affected by his face. Gavin snapped off his thoughts, forcing a smile. “I loved it,” he said, sounding as casual as he could mutter. Jessie’s smile returned. “My turn?” She beamed, half-asking, half-expecting. Gavin scoffed, “Your turn?”“Sure,” he said, “If that’s what you want.”Jessie’s eyes sparkled, glinting with both anticipation and excitement for what was to come. Gavin grabbed her by the neck pulling her closer. He kissed her, tasting the after taste of his cum in her mouth. His kiss lingered, her lips were wet and soft, he bit it and she gasped. Sliding in his tongue, he dominated her mouth with his kiss. His hand found her breast, fondling and caressing