Jessie's POV
On that stormy night, I found myself racing towards the closing metal gate. I had been waiting all day for this opportunity.
The rain pounded down on my face making it difficult to see anything in front of me but it didn’t matter. I had to make it. I had to see him.
“Ryan!” I called out, almost running out of breath. “Ryan, please wait!”
But I was too late, the gate jammed shut before I could get in, and I collided with it at full speed.
I slammed hard into the cold piercing metal.
The impact of the collision sent me crumbling to the ground.
Blood oozed out of my arm, followed by an unbearable pain.
“Ryan,” I whimpered with tears in my eyes. As I looked up, I could see him standing at the other side with his new girlfriend.
My stomach tightened as he approached. Ryan Cookie, the man I once loved with all my heart, stood a distance from me like we were strangers. “What do you want here?!” He thundered.
I quickly gathered myself, and leaped to my feet.
“Please Ryan,” I pleaded, holding the metal bars of the gate with trembling hands.
“I need your help.”
Ryan came closer, his face hardened with contempt.
“We’re over, Jessie! Did you forget?”
“I have a new girlfriend now, I think you should move on and stop being so pathetic!”
I knew Ryan would be harsh to me, but I didn't have any other choice. He was my only hope.
“I have no one else to turn to, Ryan.” My voice cracked with despair,
“Please help me save my mother, I just need 50,000 dollars and I promise I’ll never bother you again”
Ryan bursted into a cruel laughter filled with mockery and disdain.
“You must be delusional. 50,000$? Do you think I owe you anything? Why would I care about your wretched mother? She can die for all I care!”
I knew he was harsh but wishing death on my mother was more than I could bear. He knew my mother was all I had left.
My heart tightened painfully in my chest, but despite the pain, saving her life was more important than anything else, so I swallowed my emotions and did what anyone in my shoes would have done.
I went on my knees, begging Ryan with tears in my eyes.
“Please, Ryan. Even if it’s a loan, I will pay you back for the rest of my life. Please Ryan, help me…”
“Look here, my money is not for charity, Jess.” Ryan sneered, “If you need a loan, go to the bank. Now, get out of here and never come back!”
As Ryan walked away, soft sobs escaped my lips, and memories of us flooded my mind.
For two years, we were so in love with each other, at least, I thought he loved me until my mother's health took a drastic turn.
It seemed as though Ryan was waiting for the right time to dump me.
He turned his back on me and moved on so quickly as if I meant nothing.
Was Ryan always this heartless? What happened to us? What really went wrong?
How could Ryan have changed so quickly? After all the promises he made to me, how could he have forgotten so soon?
I came here thinking he might still have a little compassion left for me. But he didn’t care. He already had a new girlfriend?
My knees gave out and I slumped to the ground.
For the first time, I realized I was truly on my own.
The sobs I was trying hard to control soon became a bitter cry of hopelessness. I thought about my mom in the hospital, I thought about Ryan’s sudden change and my heart shattered into a million pieces.
Out of nowhere, a stray dog hopped onto my arms as if he knew exactly what I needed. He was not 50,000$ but he comforted me.
I held on to him for a moment, letting the rain wash over me, silently wishing it could cleanse away my pain and suffering.
I was completely unaware of the sleek black car parked just a short distance away.
Gavin Pierre sat behind the wheel, his eyes fixed on the pathetic scene.
I didn’t see him at first, I was too wrapped in my own thoughts to have noticed anything else around me until the car door opened and two men approached, lifting me from the ground despite my weak protests.
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The next morning, I woke up in a room that spelled luxury- warm lighting, expensive furnishing and plush bed sheets that I began to wonder if I was a different person.
Baffled by my surroundings, I tried juggling my memory to make sense of what had transpired. A sharp pain on my shoulder quickly reminded me of my ordeal with Ryan.
“You’re awake,” a voice called out behind me.
I looked around in search of the cold familiar voice and there I found Gavin Pierre staring back at me.
My heart sank as memories of our past flooded back. A past tangled up with a lot of bitterness and regret. Instantly, I sprang to my feet and greeted him.
“If you are already this miserable, it doesn't make my revenge fun.” Gavin said in that cold voice that could still anything.
My heart sank as the word left his lips, “Revenge?”
Our paths had crossed briefly in the past, and I ended up hurting him badly, the situation was too complicated to think about. Yet somehow, right here locking gazes with him, the unthinkable occurred in my mind.
“I need a loan,” I blurted out, my voice almost inaudible.
“What?”
“P… please Gavin, my mother’s life depends on it.”
Gavin’s eyes hardened. “Really, that’s the first thing you say to me after taking you off the street?”
I was too desperate to think of anything else and I only hoped he would understand. “Please Gavin, I'll do anything if you give me $50,000. I’ll even forget our past…”
“Get out!” Gavin flared before I could finish.
He crossed into the room with quick steps and grabbed me by the arm.
“How dare you try to manipulate me?” He growled, gripping my arm harshly.
“Gavin, my arm…” I winced but he didn’t listen. He dragged me out of the room and shoved me outside.
“Don’t you ever bring up the past in front of me again, do you understand? Now get out!”
Before I could say anything else, the door slammed shut in my face.
I jumped, startled by the loud sound and fell to the ground. The reality of my life came crashing down on me again.
Even the sun was shining like it didn’t rain last night, yet my life remained like a bleak winter that had no end.
I regretted bringing up the past with Gavin. My life was already miserable, Gavin’s hatred would ruin me completely.
Jessie's POVThe rhythmic beeps of medical equipment filled the air as I entered my mother’s hospital room. Mom lay lifeless, her small figure was connected to a web of tubes and wires too many to count. At this point, I knew that these equipments were the only thing keeping her alive. What would happen if I didn’t get the money to pay the hospital bills?Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood there thinking if my life would have been better had my father not left us. Had he not left us drowning in a sea of debt, would I be leading a different life? But such thoughts were just wishful thinking. Just when I thought being kicked out of our house due to the bankruptcy was the final blow, mother’s health took a drastic turn.I was forced to drop out of college and started working multiple part-time jobs just to put a roof over our heads. My mom was the only good thing left in my life, the thought of not having her by my side scared me more than anything else.The doctors were very cl
Jessie's POVI kept my eyes glued to the sleek black car in front of us. Gavin Pierre had done enough and I was ready to confront him now. Five years was enough time to move on, but he had blurred the line between hatred and resentment. I couldn’t tell if he still hated me for the past or if he was having a good time making my life miserable because he could. I blame Joy Evans for this. She caused what happened between Gavin and I five years ago. It was her 20th birthday, and Joy wouldn’t stop talking about going to the club now that we were of age, but I wasn’t up to it. Not just because loud partying and fluorescent lights were not my scene but because I had too much to think about. I was still struggling to heal from my own injuries. “This will be good for you, Jess. Who knows you might even find a man to make you happy.”“Joy, I don’t need a man to make me happy. My family is in so much debt…”“Shhh… enough of that now, Jess. We never talk about anything but your family’s debt
Jessie's POVI was stunned by Gavin's words. The level he would go just to take his revenge on me. "What am I? A dog? You can't just own me!" Gavin said nothing but only smirked at me. I repeated a firm no, and walked out on him, the remaining pieces of my heart shattered completely. I had failed. I failed to convince Gavin, I failed to get his forgiveness.Maybe Gavin was right, my mother’s life was hanging on a thin thread now, and she was hopeless because of me. How could I convince Gavin Pierre to forgive me? How could I ask him to show mercy on my mother?I couldn't walk away like this. I had to keep trying, so I stopped and went back to him.“I was in danger that night, Gavin. I was intoxicated by too much alcohol and ended up in your arms after escaping a wild night.“I just wanted to go home, but I ended up in your bed instead, and woke up with no recollection of how I got there, please forgive me.“It was never my intention to hurt you, please, Gavin,” my voice broke and
Jessie's POV“Ugh…” I woke up to a tingly itch on my face.With my weak hands, I kicked off whatever it was that was causing it. But the itch just came back, even worse this time.I forced my eyes open and found myself staring at a mass of golden brown fur. It was an Eskimo puppy that would not stop licking my face. I smiled painfully, realizing it was the stray dog I picked up in the rain some days ago. The little guy seemed ecstatic that I was awake. He started jumping around, wagging its tail and barking happily. Disoriented and feeling feverish, I coughed heavily and sat up, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Memories from last night began to flood back,- I had ended up in front of Gavin’s mansion hoping he’d forgive me and change his mind about my mother. “Mom!” I gasped, suddenly remembering the doctor’s ultimatum from yesterday.Panic gripped me when I grabbed my phone and found that it was already 3pm. I quickly dialed Uncle Sam to check on my mom. “What if the ho
Jessie's POVIt is one thing to be proposed to,It is another thing to be proposed to by Gavin Pierre— a man who doesn't do anything without a second motive. His actions left me reeling. How could he expect me to marry him under these circumstances? "Marriage Contract?" I repeated as if I had misheard him.Gavin Pierre paused, turning towards me with a blank expression. "What about it?" "Gavin, this is madness. You and I together, its not possible.. You don't even love me..." "You're even dumber than I thought,” he sighed, “Look here, not all marriages are for love. Some are transactional.""I dont want to marry on transaction, Gavin. I want to be in love with my husband.""Love?” A dry scoff escaped his lips. “Then this makes my revenge all the more sweeter." He answered with a triumphant smirk.A few minutes later, we were seated across each other, I couldn't tell if it was the unsigned document before me or his piercing gaze that had my hands trembling uncontrollably."We...
Jessie’s POVAs if he could read my mind. My heart raced as he leaned in. His breath warm against my skin. I fought with all my strength to keep her body from yearning for him, but my eyes were half closed, and my lips were already itching to be touched by his. Gavin paused, his triumphant smirk suddenly turned cocky. His voice low and mocking. “What’s the matter, Jess? Nervous?”I swallowed hard, feeling my cheeks warm up with color.“No,” I lied, my voice barely a whisper. “This… just doesn’t feel right…” I stammered, my heart racing out of my chest.“I don’t care about right or wrong.” He murmured, his lips inches away from mine.“What matters is that you belong to me now. And I intend to claim what’s mine.” Without waiting for my response, Gavin captured my lips in a kiss— both possessive and demanding. As soon as our lips met, I melted into his arms.My body responded to Gavin’s touch, yearning for more, longing for more, despite my better judgement.His hands moved up my ba
Jessie’s POVI clutched my purse tightly, trying to calm the raging thoughts within me.“How could one person be so multi faceted?” I thought.One minute he was raging, another he was sweet. By this time, Uncle Sam halted at a hospital door marked VIP and turned towards me.“Jess, you don’t look like yourself. Is everything alright?”I nodded swiftly with a smile on my face. “I just want to see Mom,”Uncle Sam pulled the door open and I was immediately awed by the sight of it. Its luxurious furnishings and serene atmosphere was a sharp contrast to the regular rooms we were used to.I hurried to mother’s side and I was instantly struck by the trace of life in her face. She looked better than I had seen her in weeks. Tears welled up as I sat beside her, taking her hand in mine.“Mom…” I whispered, “You look so beautiful…” I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand as I spoke, and for the first time— for the very first time, my mother opened her eyes and she even managed a smile. “My baby…”
Jessie’s POV“Jessie?” I froze, my heart skipping a beat. It was Ryan Cookie, my ex-boyfriend. His familiar face brought a rush of memories and emotions I wasn’t prepared for.Emotions I, in fact, didn’t want to deal with. So slowly, I retraced my steps and backed away but almost immediately, his firm grip on my arm stopped me. “Don’t walk away from me,” he bellowed, “I came here to talk.”“I can’t talk right now,” I replied quickly, moving to turn away.“I said wait!” Ryan repeated, dragging me back. “Ryan, why are you doing this? What do you want?”“I heard something unbelievable, and I’m here to confirm it.”“But what’s that got to do with me?”“Everything.” He bellowed, his eyes scanning my left fingers, then a mocking smile spread on his face. “I guess it is not true.”“I knew no one in their right senses would want anything to do with you.”I didn’t know if to be insulted or offended by his words, I just wanted to leave here and go to Gavin.I decided to turn away but Ryan’