SELENE“The son of the CEO of Kensington group of companies was involved in a fatal–”I looked up from my phone at the sound of the TV switching off. All day every single news outlet carried the story of Jakob Kensington who had managed to get into a fatal accident. It was beginning to get annoying how much it was repeated but he seemed like a big deal so it was understandable. “I'm so tired of hearing about that accident. I mean, who the fuck strays into the path of a truck? I bet he was drunk.” Julia said from her seat, as she flipped through channels, looking for something that would suit her taste. “You can't judge until you know what happened, Jules,” I said, returning my attention to my phone. She just grunted in response and I left her to it. She was right though, every news outlet carried the story of the accident. It was a field day or in this case, days for them. The accident happened three days prior and there had been no news of him ever since. “Selene?” Julia called
THREE DAYS EARLIERJAKOB’S POV“For the last time, father, I am not interested in being CEO.” I have had this exact conversation with my father more times than I could count since I was old enough to take over. As the only child, he just wouldn't listen to me. I knew how my father was. He wanted a means to control me and getting me to become the CEO was one of them. Our relationship has been extremely rocky from the beginning. We had different views on everything in life. He was work-driven and while I loved to work, I didn't want to have to report to someone for most of my life. He hated when anyone disobeyed his orders and that was one of the things I took pride in doing. Several times, he had threatened to cut me off but he was too proud to let all of his assets go to charity. I told him that would be the best option for him but he seemed hell-bent on making me bend to his will. “You WILL be CEO, Jakob. I command it!” His voice made the words seem more powerful than they were.
Jakob’s POVMy head pounded and I groaned as I opened my eyes. The pain was excruciating and I almost blacked out just from the sheer intensity of it. “You're finally awake.” I heard a voice said I groaned for a different reason. Of course, my father had to be there when I woke up. My brain provided information of what had happened in a flash. The drinking. The argument with Daniel. Driving. And finally, the accident. It had been irresponsible of me to drive while being drunk I was sure my father being here was a punishment for that. “Father.” My voice didn't sound at all like mine. It sounded as though it had been sandpapered and then passed through gravel. I managed to open my eyes despite the blinding light that only reminded me of the truck that had rammed into me. I briefly wondered what had happened to the driver of the truck and hoped they didn't get in trouble for what was my fault. “Careful.” Another voice interjected as I tried to lift myself up. That was when I realiz
Selene's POV. Two hours later, I ended up hissing at every turn. Because I have never met anyone who made my skin crawl like Jacob. What the hell did he even think he was? I wondered. It isn't my fault that our parents decided to make us marry each other, but he wasn't going to treat me according to that mistake. I also had other people that were my perfect choice not him of all people. "You must be kidding me. I have to permit you to start staying with me, not just jumping yourself, and I like vision simply because you can." He responded. I decided to call my friend if you know what I would run out of my mind. This wasn't what I wanted from myself and I was going to get freedom no matter who tried to camp me down. "Hi, babe," Lily spoke through the receiver, making me laugh. She was a crazy b**** who decided to live her life on the fast lane. I could almost imagine how she reacted at the time she knew that I was in a bondage called a marriage. "Where are you?" She deman
Selene's POV.I took a deep breath immediately after leaving Jakob's presence. That man was distinct in his approach to grating on my nerves and not even feeling the darndest remorse about it. How did somebody be in a wheelchair and still be as pompous as anything? I would have even thought that he would be remorseful, but no, that wasn't the case here. He felt like he was on top of the world and I was just a peasant. I picked up my phone to call my friend. This was getting overwhelming, but I later dropped it because I didn't want to expose everything I was going through to an outsider. What were my parents even thinking? Hooking me up with a total stranger just to get their company on the top of the chart! I had only watched this in movies, but now it was finally playing out before my very eyes, and I didn't even have anything to say to them besides just watching as they ruled my life with an iron fist. I would never have imagined that I would be in such a situation, and it was o
Selene's POV. I rushed in the direction where I heard the voice coming from. Martha and I arrived at the door at the same time, before I pushed it open. I walked in and saw Jakob on his knees, taking in deep breaths, with one hand stretched in front of him with another on the ground to balance his position. "I asked you to bring a cup of tea not to leave me alone for so long. Are you sure that you can perform your duty, or should I replace you with another person who needs this job?!" He hissed, making me shake my head. I had never met a person who was this delusional in my entire life. He was at his lowest but still had the nerve to scream at his maid. "Why don't you just allow Martha to help you up and conserve your energy for something better?" I couldn't help but burst out. He looked at me with fire blazing in his eyes but I didn't care. I wasn't going to allow him to expend his energy on a woman who hadn't done him any wrong besides suffering from frustration. "I didn't call
Selene's POV. I woke up the next day with a small smile on my face. I had managed to shut Jacob up and felt so good about it. Whether or not he was angry with me was his business because I didn't have any grudges against him. He was the one with various ideas that didn't make any sense, no matter how much he tried to make them work. I headed downstairs and saw him sitting at the dining table with a laptop in front of him. I smacked my lips, announcing my presence, but this stubborn man refused to act like he saw me. "Good morning Jakob." "There is nothing good about the morning." He responded sharply. If I wasn't careful he would have bitten my head off. I guess he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I glanced around pretending not to also see him, before raising my brows. "Where is Martha?" "Gone." I blinked in confusion. "What do you mean gone? She was alive last night, what suddenly happened?" "How dumb can you be?" He responded sharply again and I rolled my
Selene's POV."We are wastedddd..." Lily's drunken voice filtered into my ears making me roll my eyes. She rested on my shoulder, saddling me with the responsibility of carrying her home. "Why don't you look happy? I'm sorry I dragged you..." She trailed off before letting out a loud snore.So much for wanting to hang out with me. I should have known that she was no good but also wanted freedom after being caged in that house for so long. I would have preferred it if I had just gone to the bar alone. "Please take us home," I told the driver, who nodded through the rearview mirror. I rested my head on the back seat and reached for her phone so that I couldn't tell her parents that she was out with me. They allowed us to mingle together because they believed I was going to set her straight. Taking her home was also not going to be the best way to go so I swiped across her phone screen. I was glad that I knew her password because it was going to prove abortive if I decided to take cha
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