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
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 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
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
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
Jessie's POVOn 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
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