Annabel's POVI thought I was ready to face the Davis'. Myron was close by to give me the courage I need. I started well with the interview however, I needed to know where the Davis' were seated. I needed to be sure that they were a part of this interview.And then my gaze fell on their table. It was a good thing I had my shades on because I teared up when I saw Scott. He didn't age at all, he was still the same hot, handsome guy I'd fell in love with.My heart beat doubled and I began to fidget underneath the desk. My voice broke as I answered most of the questions even though I was trying hard to keep it in.When I looked towards their direction again I was surprised to see Samantha leaning on Scott. I caught the resemblance and it wasn't long before I understood that Sam must be Scott and Michelle's daughter.I bit my lower lips as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Even after three years, it still hurts when I think about it. After killing my poor daughter, they are happy with
Annabel's POV Myron rose to his feet, wiping the blood of the corner of his mouth. As much as I wanted to question him on Scott's assertions, I didn't want to give myself away. "Scott, you've to stop now!" Mr Davis ordered, grabbing hold of his son but Scott broke from his hold. He was furious as he glared daggers at Myron. Then he turned to me, "Annabel, you have no idea who this man is! He took all of your mother's assets and God knows what he's done with them!" "Mr Davis, I think you need to go home and rest." I said casually, "It appears that you've lost your mind." He chuckled, "No, Annabel, you are the one who has lost her mind. What do you think you're doing calling this man your husband?!" He came closer, "Where are my boys?!" My eyes widened and lips parted open but I quickly changed my expression. How did he know this? I told no one. No one knew I was pregnant before I left New York. "Mr Davis, I have no idea what you're talking about." "Oh, you will!" he smirked, "
Annabel's POVIt was twelve am at night but I wasn't asleep yet. I was standing in front of the curtained glass, deep in thoughts. Myron was in the shower and I was patiently waiting for him to explain what Scott had said.So he had my mother's assets?? The properties the Davis' took away from me. Why didn't he tell me?? I was about raging but took another glass to calm myself down. I do not know the truth yet.Scott could have said that to make me loose my guard.But then again, I wasn't so sure. The rage and fury on Scott's face appears in my mind each now and then. Besides, Myron did not deny the accusations. I heard the bathroom glass make a slow sound and I knew that he had stepped out. I didn't look back nor did I make any movement.About five minutes later, large arms wrapped around my waist pulling me in. I felt his bulge on my behind. He is always this way around me. When he began kissing my neck and shoulders, I stepped out of his grip.He looked surprised, "Is there someth
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
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 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 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 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
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