Annabel's POVI was surprised to hear Scott say that. It felt like a dream but after blinking multiple times, I knew it wasn't. "I don't believe you," I said, shaking my head."Annabel please," he came close, holding my arm, "Just come with me and I promise I'll make you believe me."I remained hesitant, thinking of the many possibilities that could occur. What if this was just a trap to lure me to Mr. Davis? What if Scott is just pretending? Is it really wise for me to forget how Scott ditched me at the court and follow him now?"The snow is increasing," he said, breaking me out of my thought, "Annabel please come with me."He took my wrist and slowly pulled me towards his car. I did not object and entered into the car. As Scott began to drive across the street, I caught sight of a familiar car parked by the side of the road, several meters from Beatrice's house.It looked oddly familiar and I thought it to be that strange man's car. However, when Scott drove past it the person in i
Scott's POV I was super happy that Annabel listened to me and decided to trust me again. I couldn't explain how I felt. Dad already promised to bring my daughter to me today. Once I have little Samantha in my arms I would return back to Annabel and together we would go to the airport where we would disappear from New York and begin a new life. I parked my car and stepped into the port where I got the tickets under an hour and hid it carefully in the compartment area of my car. I was driving to the company when Michelle's call came through. She thundered, "Scott, where are you?!" "At the company, what's the problem?" I answered, trying as hard as I could to muffle the annoyance in my voice. "You didn't come home yesterday, how could you be at the office?" "I-" "Besides, tomorrow is our wedding. Why would Dad ask you to go to the company?? Didn't you guys already put someone in charge??" "I spent the night at the office and it wasn't my intention," I replied quietly, "As
Scott's POV"No, no, no!" I shouted as I watched the woman in the video about to push my little daughter into the pool."No, please!" I continued to beg.Ignoring my plea, my father asked, "Will you marry Michelle?" "Yes, yes I will, just get..get my daughter away from the pool!""Take her into the house," he ordered the woman who picked my daughter up and walked into the house.I breathed a sigh of relief."See? That's what you get when you decide to go against me, Scott." my father said, "Now, you have a wedding coming up."Grinning he added, "Let's go get you prepared."He snapped his fingers at the men that had beaten me up and they picked up and dragged me into the car. In my pathetic state, I realized the bizarre truth- I had to choose between Annabel and Samantha, my daughter and I'd just chosen Sam.My plans with Annabel has been destroyed and now she would never trust me again. I hope in the future, she would understand why I did what I did. * * *Annabel's POVEarlier this
Annabel's POVHow does he know I'm here? I wondered.As if he could hear my thought, he answered, "I tracked your location from your phone.""..." I was speechless."My driver told me that you didn't get into your friend's house. I became worried when Beatrice said you weren't at her place."I still did not know what to say. He asked, "Can I come in?"After a short hesitation, I moved aside for him to come in and closed the door behind him. He walked to the middle of the living room, looking around the place and then he turned to me."You got the place yourself?"I shook my head, "It's Scott's."His silence after that told me that he didn't like what he heard."You stay here with your," he paused and finished, "Ex-husband?"His tone was filled with disgust.He continued, "The man who turned a blind eye on you when you needed him the most? The man who could have helped your father in killing your daughter, for all we know?""Scott is not what you think he is," I spoke quietly, not in
Annabel's POVI opened the door and replied, "To the wedding."He looked pleased and said to me, "I'll gladly take you there." In a minute, we were on our way to the wedding. I sat quietly in the car and let the wind blow on my face. Each yard away, I kept on hoping that it isn't true. That something happened and Scott couldn't come home but he wasn't marrying Michelle while making me wait for him and after telling me that he wanted me back.Close to the church, there were several beautiful and expensive cars parked in a convoy and the front of the church was empty with the door locked.I still had hope. Maybe the wedding wasn't going on.I stepped out of the car without waiting for the masked man to park properly. He followed suit and stopped me."You can't go in," he said, "Without an invitation card."I paused to think."You said you'll help me," I said to him, "I know there's something you can do to make me get in.""Besides, I just want the church doors open. I'm not going in t
Myron's POVIt was just what I had anticipated. Every of my actions up until this moment was just to make her realize that I am the good one and Scott isn't. I wanted her to think that Scott had deceived her again and concretize her want for revenge in her head."There's no need to apologize, Annabel," I said softly, "I understood fully well that you were only acting according to your feelings. It must hurt to love someone who-""I do not love him anymore," she cut me off with a deep frown on her face, "And as long as we're together, what I shared with Scott shouldn't be discussed. I only want revenge now, nothing more."I nodded and held out my hand to her. Unlike the first time, she took it readily and without hesitation. We walked into my mansion and I had the house keeper make us lunch.At the table, I noticed that Annabel ate very little and didn't seem to have an appetite.I asked, giving her full attention, "Is something wrong?" "I just want to know how we intend on getting th
Annabel's POVI remained in my room and waited for the stranger to return. I already had the accessories he'd bought for me packed in different luggages. I did everything and anything to get me busy so I wouldn't think about my heartbreak.Anything to forget Scott, yet when there was nothing left to do I broke down on the bathroom floor and cried.It hurts so much.The man I love is now married to someone else and that's not all, he believes that I'm responsible for the death of our daughter. What I couldn't understand is why he had to come back right after divorcing me. Why did he come back only to betray my trust again?But I knew thinking wouldn't solve anything. It is even bad for my babies whom I'm going to love with uttermost care that they would never feel the brunt of not having their father around.I remained in the bath for few more minutes, nursing my wounded heart before I stepped out acting strong again.It was eight in the evening and the strange guy hasn't returned. I b
THREE YEARS LATERAnnabel's POVIt's been three years since I left New York, since I embarked on my quest for revenge, and since I gave up on everything that mattered to me.As I coursed gracefully through the tiled floors towards my husband's office, I felt thousands of eyes peering at me.They couldn't afford not to. Who wouldn't look at Natalia twice? The woman I have become is way different than who I really was. I'm no longer the meek Annabel who would cry at the slightest discomfort, I have my heart buried in the deepest part of my soul and only my twin boys get to see the sweetest side of me.To the entire world, Annabel is dead.The stranger who had given me everything I have now and who I got to know as Myron, easily faked my death and the whole world believed it, even Scott.It was the only way to get New York off Annabel. And now, I am Natalia- wife of Myron Wilson, mother of his twin boys and the founding CEO of one of the world's best wine industries.Myron made all of th
Myron's POVAt this point, I was already thinking of a way to deport I and Annabel back to London. It was a complete mistake letting her come back here. She doesn't listen to me anymore and just does what she thinks is right and it is of no benefit to me. I downed my third bottle of Scotch and watched the pole dancers closely, trying to get my mind off Annabel's disobedience but it was what led me to the bar in the first place and I can't seem to put it off my head.I need to act fast. I have to find a way to return us back to London and after that, we're never stepping foot in this goddamn city again. I didn't even need to think of how Annabel doesn't see me anymore ever since she got busy with the Davis'.It's always, "Good morning, see you later!" or "I have business to catch up on!" Even the kids barely see her. She comes late from wherever she went, takes a quick shower and buckles up in bed ignoring my questions with a plea of, "Please Myron, I had a long day."I clutched at t
Annabel's POV"By anything, do you mean the way you murdered Mrs Elizabeth Davis just to become the second and only wife?"Staring at my face wondering how I knew, she did not immediately reply. Few seconds passed and then she stepped up and said, "Yes. I mean just that."I laughed haughtily as I returned to my seat, swiveling the chair as I stared at the furious woman in front of me.I replied, "You didn't think I came all the way here just to get killed, did you?"She scrunched up her face as she grimaced, "What do you mean?""Nevermind," I breathed, "You may excuse me now, I was studying just how to make Davis Industries become a better place when you barged in."After a long and hard look, she angrily picked up her bag and dashed out, slamming the door behind her. An immense satisfaction hit me. I never knew revenge could taste this sweet....Scott's POVI arrived home by dusk and walked into the mansion to find Samantha watching her favorite cartoon.Immediately she saw me, she
Scott's POV "You might want to sit down." I said to him but Jaggers suddenly walked to me and grabbed my arm. "We can't talk here," he spoke quickly, "We need somewhere more safe and secure." I quickly understood what he meant so I phoned my driver parked at a distance. When the car arrived, we got into it and left the park. Several meters away, I asked the driver to stop and then told him to leave. "I will call for you few minutes from now." I said to him and as he shut the door, silence rented the air. "I..I thought she..she is dead." Jaggers said, "She..she looks nothing like Annabel. I..I still don't believe it's her." "It's her." I replied, "She's changed everything about her to hide her identity." "Including faking her death all those years ago?" I nodded Jaggers chuckled, "All this to get back at us?" "We hurt her." I said despite myself, "And she resorted to this following Myron's advice." "I'm afraid, with the way she's moving, she could hurt herself." Jaggers tho
Annabel's POVI found Mr Davis already waiting for me at the location he'd texted. Looking around, I found the entire restaurant empty with just a table occupied by I and Mr Davis.He must be really serious about me. It's a good thing, I thought as I exchanged greetings with Mr. Davis who rose on his feet and pulled out the chair for me."Thank you." I said as I took my seat."I'm glad you came alone, Natalia." he said to me, "I hope you didn't get any trouble on the way?""None except me wondering why a married man wants to meet with me privately," I answered, "Looking around, it's not hard to tell that you bought this entire restaurant."Mr Davis chuckled, "Ah, c'mon Natalia. Quit the formalities." he drew close and held my hand, "You know the reason why I called you here."I replied, "I'm not so sure."He grinned, "I guess beautiful women like you love playing hard to get."I sipped my wine, "Hard to get? Did you not think that you might not be pushing the right buttons?"He stared
Annabel's POVI was excited to receive this message from Mr. Davis. It meant that he must have considered giving me what I requested for. On second thoughts, I wondered why my secretary did not inform me of his messages. I scrolled through my phone and called Claire."Good morning, ma'am." her voice came through."Morning, Claire. No messages from Mr. Davis??""N-no, ma'am. None at all.""When did you start lying to me?" I asked, disappointed, "I received messages from him to my private number this morning and he lamented on his messages left unattended.""Why did you not inform me?""Please madam..forgive me," she pleaded with a shaky voice, "I..I really wanted to inform you however the..the boss warned me not to. I..I had no choice.""The boss?" I repeated, "You mean, my husband?""Yes ma'am..please forgive me!""It's fine, Claire but the next time you do this I'll have you fired immediately!" I warned and ended the call afterwards.I stepped into the bath and had a quick shower. I
Annabel's POVI retracted my hand causing him to frown. He looked at his palm and then said to me, "Uhm..is there a problem Mrs Wilson or my hands are dirty?"I looked up at him with a smile and nodded, "Yes, they're dirty.""Ah, apologies if that's the case then! I was just excited to see you.""Enough, Jaggers. Give me the document!" Fabian ordered and took a close look at them."You will need to get the information of the shares from the files in your office, sir." said Jaggers.Fabian sighed. He looked like leaving me for a second could cost him his life. At last he rose from his seat,"I'll be right back, Natalia."I nodded and watched him leave. I picked my glass of wine and had a sip."Mr Jaggers." I called out loud, making him turn his gaze to me.I smiled and he smiled back, quite awkwardly.I hit the nail on the head and asked, "Where are my mother's assets?" "W-what?"I rose from the chair and stopped in front of him. I repeated, "Where are my mother's assets?""Mrs Wilso
Annabel's POV I woke up with a heavy bang inside my head the next morning. For a few minutes I couldn't make sense of who I am or who the man staring back at me is. I could only remember one name and I continued to repeat it until my memories came back. "Scott is not here, Natalia," Myron answered me, a deep frown settling on his face. I came to my sense and heaved a sigh while I held unto my head. "You shouldn't have done that," the scolding began, "You could have gotten yourself killed! If I had not arrived on time, the worse could have happened." I replied after some seconds, "As long as the Davis' are now sure that I'm not Annabel, I'll be fine." "Don't you do this again." his deep voice remained firm, "All of this is not worth losing your life." "I would do anything to get my revenge," I said, "Anything. Why should I keep living knowing that the people who re-wrote my whole life are alive and well?" "Because of your kids??" he mentioned and added, "And people who love yo
Annabel's POV.My feet cringed at the smell of coffee but they cringed even more with the willingness to run and get out of here.But my will for revenge was stronger and I remained glued to my seat, inhaling the allergic scent of coffee.The eyes of the Davis' were on me, expecting a reaction or rejection of the coffee but none of that happened.Scott poured coffee into my cup and took the seat next to me."You know, Scott says Annabel is allergic to coffee." Nathan said to me, "Maybe you could have some to prove to him that he's wrong."I smiled, "I didn't know I would be coming here to prove myself.""It's just to shut Scott's big mouth up!" Michelle claimed as she drank her coffee.I'm glad for the impossibility to hear one's heartbeat. Otherwise, the Davis' would have perceived my fear quite easily.My hand shook as I picked up the cup of coffee and brought it close to my lips. Silence hung in the air while my heartbeat accelerated.My breathing became ragged when the scent whipp
Annabel's POV"I thought I would be meeting with your father?" I said, ignoring his lustful look at my body. I clutched my bag tightly."He'll be here soon," he replied and gestured towards the dinner table.I turned on my heels and moved towards the area, sitting on the chair Scott pulled out for me. One by one the family descended from the stairs and greeted me cheerfully. In few minutes we were all seated, except Samantha who has been taken up the stairs by her nanny."Thank you for honoring the invitation, Natalia," said Mr Davis, "I hope you'll enjoy the food."I smiled and mouthed the words, 'thank you.'"And your husband?" Scott said sarcastically, "He didn't come with you for fear of being exposed?""Scott, please!" Vivian pleaded, "This is supposed to be a merry discussion.""So, Natalia.." Michelle began, "Have you ever been to New York?""I grew up here." I responded, "But I had to move to London few years back when my parents died.""Oh, that's sad," Michelle sympathized