Electra POVI stood at the doorstep of the house I had bought with my parents' stolen money, my heart racing with anxiety. I had foolishly put Knoxville's name on the documents, giving him ownership of the property. As the door opened, I was met with the sight of Knoxville, his chiseled body wrapped in a towel, his expression devoid of any emotion."Why are you here?" he asked gruffly, his tone indicating he didn't want me around. "I thought we were divorced."I felt a surge of irritation at his cold demeanor. "Can I please come in? We need to talk," I said, trying to keep my cool.Knoxville raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with disdain. "How can I let my ex-wife barge into my house? I told you I don't want anything to do with you," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. I knew I had made a mistake by coming here, but I had to confront him about the mess he had lef
Electra POVMy eyes fluttered open, and I was shocked to find myself in a hospital bed. Memories of the car accident came flooding back, and I remembered feeling a sharp pain in my stomach before everything went black.As I struggled to sit up, a tall, handsome man in a black suit approached me. His confident stride and expensive perfume exuded wealth and power. I was taken aback, wondering who this mysterious figure was.But as my gaze met his, my mind raced back to the accident. This was the same man who had been driving the car that almost hit me! My heart raced with fear and confusion."Hey, you're finally awake," he said in a low, smooth voice that sent shivers down my spine. His tone was both soothing and intimidating, making me feel like I was in the presence of an angel... or a devil.I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the stranger, as he spoke words that were both chastising and kind. His expression was a mix of concern and sternness, as if he was scolding me for being carel
Author POVFive years laterThe plane touched down on the runway, and Electra's face lit up with a warm smile as she gazed at her precious child, Little Gladys. The young girl was a miniature version of Electra, with the same sharp features and intelligent eyes. The only distinguishing feature was her bright blue eyes, which sparkled like her father's."Let's go, baby girl!" Electra exclaimed, reaching out to take Gladys' hand.But Gladys winced, her tiny voice protesting, "Ow, Mommy, you're hurting me! You don't know how to hold me carefully like my nanny does." Her small tone was laced with a hint of scolding, and Electra's smile faltered for a moment before she relaxed her grip."Sorry, sweetie," Electra said, crouching down to Gladys' level. "Mommy didn't mean to hurt you. Let me try again, okay?" She gently took Gladys' hand, making sure to hold it softly this time. Gladys nodded, her eyes sparkling with forgiveness, and together they walked out of the airport, a picture of love
Knoxville POV The thing I regretted most was letting Electra walk out of my life so easily. I had searched the entire country after she left that night, but there were no traces of her. I regretted what I said to her that night, and I wished she could forgive me and give me a listening ear.My door burst open, and I raised my head to see the most infuriating creature standing right in front of me. "Did I hear you say you're going for the project supervising?" Maxwell, my nonchalant stepbrother, asked with a smirk."When did you start getting yourself involved in my business?" I demanded, my tone firm.Maxwell scoffed, his expression mocking. "Are you crazy? Did you think you own the business?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.I smiled, staring at how foolish he could be. His lack of awareness was almost laughable. "I don't own the business, but I'm certainly more capable of running it than you," I said, my eyes locked on his."And for how long am I going to have to explain
Electra POV My daughter is turning five years old tomorrow, and I wanted to get her a special gift. I smiled as I applied some makeup, unaware that she was standing behind me."Can you hurry up, Mummy? It's not like we're going to a wedding, just shopping," Gladys said, her voice laced with impatience.I turned around, feigning offense. "I'm sorry, baby. I need to look nice," I replied, quickly finishing up."We're going to celebrate you turning big five!" I exclaimed, bending down to kiss her.Gladys giggled and retorted, "I'm turning big five now, not you. You're an old mother!" before running out of the room.I chuckled and followed her, feeling grateful for the sweet and sassy personality of my little girl. As I entered the living room, I was greeted by the warm smile of my father, who was waiting patiently for me. He opened his arms and pulled me into a gentle hug as I approached him."Hey, Dad, didn't you go to the office today?" I asked, curiosity etched on my face.He let ou
Knoxville POV As we made our way to the mall to oversee the recent sales, my mind drifted into a world of its own, consumed by thoughts and worries. The sound of Henry's voice broke through my reverie, "Sir, you have a call."I turned to him, my expression questioning, my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Who is it?" I demanded, my tone firm and authoritative.Henry's expression remained neutral. "Your dad," he replied, his voice even.I let out a dismissive snort, my lips curling into a scoff. What could my dad possibly want? I grabbed the phone from Henry's outstretched hand, my fingers wrapping around it with a sense of reluctance. I clicked the answer button, my voice firm. "Dad, what now?"The line crackled to life, my dad's voice booming through the speaker, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "Why does it take you so long to answer my call?" he asked, his words dripping with expectation.I sighed inwardly, my patience wearing thin. What was the urgency? I demanded, my tone
Electra POV As we strolled through the bustling mall, Gladys's eyes widened with excitement, scanning the vibrant displays and colorful storefronts. She tugged on my hand, her tiny voice filled with eagerness. "Mummy, please can I pick a doll?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the toy section.I took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment as she pointed towards the crowded shelves stacked with an array of dolls. "I don't know how to pick dolls, babe," I admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Or did you perhaps know how to?" I asked, hoping she might have some insight.Gladys nodded her head negatively, her pigtails bobbing with the motion. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, pleading. "Please, mummy, let's try it out," she begged, her small hands clasped together in anticipation.I couldn't resist her charming smile, so I relented, and we both walked towards the toy section, ready to embark on the adventure of finding the perfect doll together.I inserted the money and attempted to retrie
Knoxville POV Mr. Lionel, our most esteemed and lucrative client, strode into the study where we had been waiting for him, his presence commanding attention. His tall, imposing figure and stern expression exuded an air of superiority, making me feel like a subordinate."I must have kept you waiting, I was busy with something," he said, his deep voice firm and unapologetic, without a hint of remorse or courtesy. His piercing gaze swept the room, as if daring anyone to challenge him.I wasn't surprised by his brusque demeanor; his rudeness was legendary, and I had grown accustomed to tolerating it out of respect for my father and the significant business he brought to our company.I couldn't help but wonder, however, what had forged the strong bond between him and my father, necessitating these personal visits to his opulent study, adorned with lavish artwork and polished mahogany furniture. "Mr. Lionel, hope no problem, it's been a while since you've visited the company, so I decided
Maxwell's fingers moved swiftly over the keypad of his phone as he dialed Helena's number. The phone rang only once before Helena's voice came on the line, clear and crisp. "Let's meet at my place immediately," Maxwell said, his tone urgent and commanding. He didn't give Helena a chance to respond, hanging up the call before she could utter a word.An hour passed quickly, and soon Helena was standing at Maxwell's doorstep, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. She was ushered into the living room, where Maxwell was pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on the floor."Why have you called me here?" Helena asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of apprehension. She took a seat on the couch, her eyes never leaving Maxwell's face.Maxwell stopped pacing and turned to face Helena, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I called because I am tired of our plans failing," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We've been at this for months, and yet we're no closer to achieving ou
Maxwell had exhausted all avenues, seeking out one lawyer after another, but the response was always the same: the case couldn't be reopened. Frustration etched on his face, he sat across from yet another lawyer, his eyes pleading for a glimmer of hope."Sir, did you mean nothing can be done?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with desperation.The lawyer's expression was sympathetic, but his words were resolute. He nodded negatively, his head shaking slowly from side to side.Maxwell's eyes narrowed, skepticism written across his face. "I doubt it," he muttered, his voice low and even. "This case can't be reopened?"The lawyer's response was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Maxwell. I think it's time to let it go."Maxwell's face darkened, anger simmering just below the surface. He rose from his seat, his movements abrupt, and made his way out of the lawyer's office, the weight of defeat settling heavy on his shoulders.Maxwell trudged towards his car, f
Knoxville lounged on his plush couch, eyes fixed on the TV as he flipped through channels in his spacious living room. The soft glow of the screen cast a warm light on his chiseled features. Suddenly, his phone rang out loud, shattering the tranquility.He checked the caller ID, his expression shifting from relaxation to curiosity. It was his father's personal assistant. Knoxville's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he wondered what could prompt the call.He clicked the answer button, placing the phone to his ear. "Hello, Knoxville," a deep, professional voice said.Knoxville sat up straight, eyes narrowing. "What's the issue? You don't just call without a reason," he asked, tone firm, face filled with curiosity."Did you know about the case involving your mother and her ex-husband?" the voice asked, its tone neutral but with a hint of underlying significance."Yes, the one I asked you about not quite long ago," Knoxville replied, his curiosity piqued."Yes," the voice confirmed. "What ab
The attorney plugged the flash drive into his work laptop and began to watch the footage, his eyes fixed intently on the screen. His expression remained neutral, a mask of professionalism that betrayed no emotion. Maxwell watched him, his own eyes narrowed in anticipation, as the attorney watched the video from start to finish.As the footage ended, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what do you think?" He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on the attorney's face.Gomez leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together as he considered his response. "I think you would have had a pretty strong case years ago," he said finally, his voice measured and deliberate. "But unfortunately, not now." His words were like a dash of cold water, and Maxwell's face fell as he realized that the attorney was not as optimistic as he had hoped."What do you mean?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with concern as he sat up straight, his eyes locked intently on the attorney. He d
The ride to Leo's place to retrieve the videos was surprisingly short, but what followed was an agonizingly long and intense viewing session. Maxwell's eyes were glued to the screen as he watched the incriminating footage, his mind racing with the endless possibilities. He couldn't believe the goldmine he had stumbled upon – this was the ammunition he needed to bring Knoxville down.As the last frames of the video flickered away, Maxwell's face twisted into a sly grin. He felt an overwhelming sense of triumph and vindication. This was it – the key to unlocking his revenge."Thanks, Uncle Leo," Maxwell said, standing up from the worn couch, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I'll be off now." He paused, his eyes locking onto Leo's, a hint of a threat lurking beneath the surface. "Let's keep this little transaction between us, shall we?""Alright, use this to your advantage," Leo cautioned, his voice laced with a mix of concern and encouragement. "Don't do anything stupid," he added, h
As Maxwell continued to fling everything in his path, Leo walked in, stopping him from breaking anything more. "Stop it," he said firmly, grabbing the lamp from Maxwell's hands and placing it on the stool. "Why are you acting like this? What the hell is going on?" he asked, trying to calm his nephew down.Maxwell's chest heaved with anger and frustration, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He seemed to be on the verge of exploding, his emotions simmering just below the surface. Leo's calm and authoritative tone seemed to be the only thing holding him back from unleashing his full fury.It seems you meant to say Maxwell instead of Mathew. Here's the revised paragraph:Maxwell was too angry to calm down, so he continued to pace the room, anger clouding his mind and his judgment. He couldn't think. All he felt was rage. Rage for his father, Knoxville, the lawyer, and the PA. The image of Knoxville smiling as the PA spoke ill of his character appeared in his mind, and he began to p
Maxwell's face turned a deep shade of red as he spluttered in outrage, his eyes bulging with indignation. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice rising to a near-shout. "My father would never say such things! This is all just a fabrication, a lie to keep me from my rightful place as chairman!"The PA and lawyer exchanged a sympathetic glance, their expressions softening as they gazed at Maxwell's distraught face. The PA spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. "Your father wishes for you to change your ways and become a better man, Maxwell. He wants you to learn from your mistakes and grow as a person. And if possible, he hopes you can learn to love and live in harmony with your brother."Maxwell's expression turned even more incredulous, his eyes wide with disdain. "Love and live in harmony with him?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "You expect me to just forgive and forget everything he's done to me?"The lawyer stepped forward, his eyes locked on Maxwell's fac
Maxwell's eyes widened in outrage as he directed his question to his late father's PA, his voice trembling with indignation. "How can this be possible?" he demanded, his face reddening with anger.The PA, a man with a stern expression and a hint of a sympathetic gaze, looked at Maxwell and shrugged, as if he'd been waiting for the opportunity to speak. "Well," he began, his voice measured and calm, "when your father was alive, he was watching the both of you carefully, to see who was competent enough to carry his legacy."Maxwell's face fell, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt, as the PA continued. "And I'm not sure how to put this kindly, but you weren't the chosen one, unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell." The PA's words were like a slap in the face, and Maxwell's expression reflected the shock and pain he felt.The PA's expression turned somber, his voice taking on a serious tone. "According to your father, you proved to be easily bought and incompetent in many ways." The words hung in t
Knoxville POV I turned to face Maxwell, my eyes locked on his, as I delivered the scathing rebuke. "Your hands are dirty, Maxwell," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "That's the only reason you have the people's vote, not because you're competent to be the chairman." I paused, my gaze piercing through his facade. "They know you're an easy target, a puppet they can manipulate to do their bidding. That's all you really are to them, and that's why they'll support your attempt at a coup."Maxwell's face twisted in rage, his eyes bulging with indignation. But I wasn't finished yet. "You're right, I don't have the authority to return their shares," I continued, my voice unwavering. "But I've brought my father's PA, the acting CEO, to set the record straight." I turned to gesture to the acting CEO, who stood beside his lawyer, their faces stern and professional. "Let's hear from them, shall we?" I said, my eyes never leaving Maxwell's face, daring him to challenge me further.He cleared h