Selene's POV. "He said that?" Julie asked in a bewildered tone as she cleaned the tabletop in front of her."Of course you did, why do you think I'm angry?" I responded before picking up a dishcloth. For the past few days, my anger knew no bounds and the only way I could express it was to go out to meet my friend, Julie. She was even closer than Lily because I was the one having to babysit such a grown woman simply because she couldn't keep herself in check and now I had to waste my time trying to do a lot just to appease her. She hadn't been picking up my calls, making things even worse. Sometimes I wondered how I was able to get in contact with such a person who wasn't interested in self-development and would rather wallow in discussing issues that didn't pertain to any of our growth. "I don't think he meant anything bad," she began before shaking her head when she realized that she had probably stepped on my nerves around I was not going to respond in a way she like. "I'm only s
Jakob's POV.I watched the time religiously like I had an appointment when I was only waiting for Selene to return from wherever she went. I didn't understand why a person would stay so long outside especially when they knew that there was so much at stake. She was almost robbed a few days ago yet that didn't deter her from painting the town red. I would never understand how some people reasoned. I knew that my words had hurt her, and she had maintained her distance, which I wasn't quite happy with. My mouth was going to land me in trouble one of these days and I knew that for a fact. Funnily enough, I hated the silence; how was I supposed to cope with not having anyone to disturb or try to make me feel lesser than myself? She had a way of getting under my skin and I was hoping that she returned as soon as possible. My phone rang, to my surprise, because I had caused everyone not to be able to reach me except her. "Yeah?""I'm sorry to disturb you, sir. I wanted to inform you that
Selene's POV. "I know right? She is not going to like this especially when she wakes up. I can almost see her eyes rolling in fear when she discovers that..." My eyes fluttered open so that I could get to know those guys who were talking especially in my ear. I saw Julie standing in my room but to my surprise, Jakob was also in his wheelchair, staring at me. "Why is everyone looking at me like I am a ghost?" I asked defensively. Julie's eyes sparkled with mystery and I found myself backing up. What had these two been planning behind my back? I knew that my friend was the most stable person I had in my life right now, but it didn't still stop me from thinking that she might have suddenly abandoned her brain, and that's why she was here with my supposed husband. "I guess this is my cue to leave. Have a nice day, Julie." Jakob responded, making me shake my head in shock. I would never have expected that both of them would suddenly become best of friends. When did this happen and I wa
Jakob's POV.I smiled when I heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. I hope she had finally finished berating her friend for calling me when she was in need. That lady had so much spine, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Why the hell was I even thinking about her when I had so many important messages to attend to? Discussing with her friend overnight was going to tell on me today but that was the only way I could also catch a glimpse into her life besides what she had shown me. The footsteps stopped right in front of me, making me raise my head pretending that I had noticed her. "Good morning," Selene said in a soft voice making me squint. Had I mistakenly stepped into an alternate universe where she of old people decided to be sweet to me, especially in the morning after her friend had discussed so many things with me? "Good morning, how did you sleep?" I couldn't help but ask I pretended to stare into her face but freaking hell, she was hot this morning, not eve
Selene's POV.I noticed a pair of eyes on me and looked up right in time just to see him averting his gaze. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you are impressed by me." I joked, watching him roll his eyes yet not still speaking. I didn't know why Julie had ever imagined that this tactic was going to work out. She had promised that it was fail-proof and that she had encouraged a lot of people who had ended up getting men eating out of the palms of their hands. I didn't think it was going to be so in Jakob's case. I knew that calling him my husband irritated him but he was only trying to be as civil as possible. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you have a degree in accounting and have a great eye for detail." He retorted, suddenly sucking the playful atmosphere. Refusing to be deterred, according to Julie's infamous words. 'if you want him to notice you, then you have to do something that no other person has.' I raised an eyebrow; he was goading me just to be
Selene's POV.I jumped apart from Jakob who rolled his eyes at his father's voice. "Who would have thought that you would come to visit your crippled son without being forced to? I'm pretty sure that you're not here for me you're only here to see if my wife has disappeared." He said with anger and sarcasm dripping from his voice. I needed no soothsayer to inform me what was going on. He probably had a fight with his parents concerning this marriage, just as I had done, and now was trying to return to the normal state."Son, how incorrect can you be? I came to felicitate with my lovely daughter-in-law. You, of all people, wouldn't ask me not to do that, would you?" His mother piped up.I glanced at the lovely woman. She was beautiful for her age. I could see where Jacob got his handsomeness from even though I was never going to admit it. "Hi darling, your husband can be a pain in the butt sometimes but I guess we just have to make excuses for people we love, don't we, dear?" She aske
Selene's POV."What do you mean by he lashed out at you when you're not the cause of his problems? You can be a handful, but that's not an excuse for him to do that, especially when you are trying your best to be helpful to him. Do you need me to come talk to him?" She asked, her voice taking an annoyed tilt. "You know knock some sense into him? He can't keep pushing people away because he has an ailment." I rolled my eyes, "I am seriously at wit and with that man. He is impermeable. It's almost as though I have offended him right from the start and now was the best time for him to unleash whatever ire he had to dish out. I know that he might be hurting but that doesn't give him the right to treat me like a gum under his shoes.""I feel ya, babe." "Are you sure you feel me, or are you just telling me this to make me happy?" Julie burst into laughter, shaking her head slightly as she assembled the cups. "I have different approaches for this situation but I don't know your state of m
Jakob's POV.I didn't think that loneliness could become second nature but the walls seemed to lack life because the person who was supposed to bring it was absent. Martha knocked on my door twice but I refused to let her in. I wasn't hungry, especially for homemade meals. I just wanted to be left alone for a long time. Selene had not told me that she wouldn't be coming home tonight.I hoped she wasn't out there drinking and doing something stupid expecting me to come bail her out. I was going to end up saying something that I would regret, and quite frankly, I didn't want to get on her bad side, especially after how she stood up for me to my parents. My parents had left when they realized that she hadn't come downstairs to have that conversation they eagerly wanted her to have with them. This is one of the things I liked about her. Liked? That's an overstretch! I wasn't supposed to see any reason to like about her.Maybe it was just boredom dealing with me at its peak. I brought o
Selene's POV.The sound of the alarm clock going off had me jumping out of bed. This wasn't supposed to be happening!I turned, seeing Jakob still snoring slightly in his naked glory! Shit! Julie freaking warned me yet I went ahead to do what I wanted and now I regretted it. I shouldn't have agreed to take that drink with him. Now here I was trying to struggle with my dignity. How were we supposed to look at each other tomorrow? I gathered my things frantically, rushing out while cussing myself for taking a wrong step. Everyone was going to blame me for this nonsense. I brought it all upon myself and no one could save me. I wished that he wouldn't come looking for me. I was going to chase him away and pretend like I wasn't with him the other night. Where to go! Where to go? If I decided to go home, I would need to board a taxi but that means that I was going to be late to the meeting I was supposed to have todayHoly shit! It was just two glasses of wine and here I was acting
Selene's POVThere were too many things that I wanted to bring to the limelight almost immediately but I've decided to relax and wait a bit so that I didn't look like I was pushing too hard. If anyone had such a perception of me then it was going to ruin my mysticism. Annie played the dutiful friend by wiping my forehead with a napkin even though I didn't feel hot in any way That was just her way of supporting me and I was pretty impressed by the new development. After waiting for some time, I suddenly decided to take a deep breath and try to understand what the hell was going on.The room went silent on my grandmother walked in. "Don't tell me that he is still trying to come up? He is doing a lot more than I expected him to. Annie, what didn't you inform me when you arrived?" I rolled my eyes at her provocative tone. What the hell did she think she was doing to a girl who had no explanations to tender to her? It wasn't her fault in any way, shape, or form about whatever was going
Selene's POV. The doctor might have agreed to keep his mouth shut for now. But I knew better than to rely on just one person to keep my secret. If I wanted to stay ahead I needed a backup plan. My mind searched through the people I knew trying to figure out who I knew could keep a secret or who I could trust but no one came up. They’re all fake and trusting them is like digging my own grave. I inhaled resting my head on the pillow when a mane struck my thought. Roslyn If I can at least give some 50% of my trust it should be Roslyn. She’s unpredictable sharp and good. I wasn’t sure if I could trust her but I also knew she was my best option. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Jordan?” Her voice was steady but I could hear the sight edge of sorry beneath it. “Where the hell have you been?” “Worried about me?” I smirked. “This isn’t funny!” She snapped. “Do you have an idea of what’s happening? Your family is practically set
Selene's POV The private suite was just as quiet now as when I arrived. The kind of silence that felt unnatural pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. The steady beep of the heart monitor and the occasional shuffle of the doctor moving around the room were the only sounds breaking the stillness. Pain throbbed through my ribs with every breath a dull ache reminded me of just how close I had come to losing everything. My libs were still sluggish from whatever medication they had pumped into me but my kind was clear too clear. I wasn’t supposed to be here I wasn’t supposed to be alive but somehow I managed to escape death. Maybe that was lucky or not. I was about to ask the doctor for water when he suddenly pulled out his phone his expression tight. He glanced at me before pressing a button putting the call on a speaker. “You need to hear this.” He muttered setting the phone down on the table beside me. I frowned but said nothing he must have something to show me s
Selene's POV It felt like I was floating on my air, the world around me felt like it was spinning. I had never felt this type of hangover in a while, it must have been a crazy night… I thought as I tried to steady myself gripping the sheets of my bed wondering how I had been so careless when muffled voices reached my ears. Slowly I tried to focus on the voices when I heard a slight beeping machine, slowly my eyelids fluttered open and I was faced with a ceiling that was certainly strange making it clear I was not in my room. "You should have been here earlier." A soft feminine voice uttered, making me incline my head in the direction ignoring the throb in my head. I tried to focus on who was speaking. "Annie, don’t start." A familiar voice shot back laced with frustration. "Don’t start?" Annie retorted, scoffing. "He was bleeding out, Josh! Where were you?" Blood. The word sent a slow, crawling heat through my chest. My fingers twitched against stiff sheets, memories flickeri
Selene's POV The beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room, the steady rhythmic sounds of my heartbeat had long since faded into the background of my mind. The scent of strong antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and sterile, an obvious and never ending reminder that I was still in this place— bedridden.I let out a little sigh—I had spent enough time on this bed to memorize the exact placement of every single object in the room. To anyone else that might have sounded a little funny.I noticed how the curtains danced in the breeze whenever wind came, it made me crave for the outside world and not the way the cold sheets felt against my skin. Or the numb ache at my sides.But none of these discomforts compared to the unease brewing within me as I turned my head toward my grandmother who sat silently on the cushioned chair next to me.No matter how many times I had tried to shrug the thoughts off, they just wouldn't budge.She had been acting strange for a while now—too stra
Coming from someone who had waited so long to get answers I guess the taste of victory still lingard in my mouth as I tried to figure out what exactly the problem would be if I went on with my idea. Absolutely no one to support me besides myself and my persistent belief that I could do this. I didn't even bother about going on and on above the usual. I just waited and sealed deals from my office. Julie was my greatest supporter as she didn't miss a day to gas me up and tell me how amazing I was. This was the kind of person I wanted in my life who was going to always prove that there was a reason for me to always have sufficient people around. It wasn't going to change the fact that I was going to suffer to bring my vision to limelight even though I had a few agencies who wanted to mingle with me. I had to turn most of them down when I realized that their visions didn't tally with what they wanted me to do. It was always prohibited to mingle with such people as long as t
Seline’s POV Yes! We did it. The joy of the victory I just got spread like wildfire in my body, I couldn’t contain it. The doors of the courtroom swung open and I stepped into the daylight. The sun, high in the sky, hit me with a blend of heat and severe brightness. I had to cover my eyes for a second to adjust to it. I opened my eyes to see a large number of crowd made up of people who Mr Fisher had unjustly robbed in the name of getting treatment in his hospital, and their families, journalists and news agencies all waiting patiently for the result. The moment they all sighted me, a sudden hush fell over them. Some had their palms joined together, mumbling words of prayers. Others simply held hands with or embraced their relatives in hope of good news. “We won!” I declared and the crowd erupted into cheers. Many couldn’t contain their tears and broke down. I held tightly unto the folder of legal documents close to my chest, an evidence of the justice I won for myself and ev
Author's POV. The courtroom air? Stale. Stiff. Like a morgue with better lighting. Dr. Fisher sits slumped. Tailored suit. Empty eyes. His lawyer, a slick weasel in pinstripes, adjusts his tie. 'Nervous'. Prosecutor Amelia Voss strides forward. Heels 'click-clack' like a ticking bomb. She slaps a file on the jury’s rail. Papers flutter. “Ladies. Gentlemen. This man”—she whirls, points at Fisher—“is no healer. He’s a 'chemist of death'.” The jury leans in. Fisher’s pen trembles. “Forged prescriptions. Falsified records. 'Profit over pulse'.” Voss tosses photos—bottles with smudged labels, scribbled dosages. “He didn’t 'mistreat' patients. He 'weaponized' them.” A juror gasps. Fisher’s lawyer stands. “Objection! Speculative—” “Overruled.” Judge Calloway’s voice grinds. Granite face. Ice-chip eyes. “Proceed, Ms. Voss.” She smiles. Feral. “Gladly.” ''' The witnesses come. A parade of ghosts. First: Mrs. Eliza Trent. Apron stained. Hands raw. “My husband… his arthritis