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. I bumped into a stranger just as I was coming into the house. "Hey..." I called as she refused to acknowledge that she crashed into me. What sort of behavior was this? Was this one of the litany of girlfriends that Jakob kept around who refused to know their place around here? "Where are you coming from and why are you leaving by this time?" I asked. She looked me up and down before cocking her head sideways. "I'm here to take care of Jakob. How may I help you?" She replied rudely, not even having the decency to move away so I could enter in. Who gave these girls the audacity to go about a fuss about nothing? I would never have imagined that I would be in such a position where I would be contesting with a stranger in my house. "I am Jakob's wife. I demand to know what exactly you are doing in my husband's house." "Your husband. You are just returning after leaving him for so long and expect to meet him in one piece? If you're unable to take care of him why don't yo
Jakob's POV. I had never been stunned by any woman but this woman always found a way of making me realize that maybe I had misjudged her so soon. "Don't you think too much chocolates could affect your health based on contraindications and stuff?" She broke the silence, making me hum as I kept on eating the chocolate she had brought home. Why did I keep on feeling that she had a hidden agenda and I was so keen on finding out what exactly she wanted to achieve from this process. I shrugged carelessly, "maybe, maybe not. I don't really know what exactly you want me to say but this is amazing. I will try out this brand one of these days." I changed the conversation. She didn't look pleased by my answer but that was only what I was willing to share. We were only there because she was trying hard to talk to me and I appreciated that. "Is that all you're willing to share?" She inquired and I know that in agreement. No one was going to tempt me beyond what I was able to handle. What if
Selene's POV. I sat on my bed scrolling through my Instagram feed, checking up on what had been going on in the past few weeks because I realized that a lot had been happening that I had not paid attention to. Such as the marriage between Gina Hayes and Richard Knowles. I scanned their feed for the wedding video. Everything was looking so crisp and clean, and I imagine how it would seem if I was truly getting married again to the real love of my life and not something that my parents pushed me into because I practically had no choice. 'did you have no choice?' my conscience spiked. I refuse to answer the obvious question because that was going to lead me down the memory lane which I would rather not indulge myself into. I wanted to be as objective as possible so that I didn't find myself resenting anyone. Since it had happened, I guess I had to live with the consequences. As long as it didn't warrant me to get pregnant for Jakob, I guess I was good with just living in as flatmate
Jakob's POV. I stopped looking through the files when I realized that I was only deceiving myself pretending that I truly understood what I was looking at. I glanced at my watch; it was already noon, but I had not seen my flatmate since the start of the day. 'when did you start looking forward to seeing her?' Maybe because I knew that she was hurt from yesterday and wanted to do the noble thing by apologizing. No one could tell me that that wasn't the honorable thing to do. She was trying her best to be cavalier with me and I had been an ass.I moved out just to see if I could catch a glance of her reflection just to appease myself from feeling like a failure for not being able to talk to her. I moved as fast as I could but realized that my ankles hurt, there had to be a greater reason for me to knock on her door. I was going to look weird, and she was probably going to laugh at me, which was well deserved, in my opinion, because I had been a fool. When did I ever start caring ab
Selene's POV. In the dimly lit bar in the VIP section, I reached for my drink, sipping softly as I basked in the soft music playing in the background. "Can you believe what he said to me? I don't think your plan is working I just believe that he is a narcissist who believes that the whole world should revolve around him simply because he says so." I complained bitterly to Julie, who had taken time off work to be able to talk to me. She ignored me and instead reached for her glass of Merlot wine again, licking her lips afterward. "I think both of you are the most stubborn pair I have ever tried to link up together. You are as hellish as a bull. I don't even know why I put up with you." She responded, before relaxing her left arm on the armrest I rolled my eyes at her defensive change in judgment. "You are supposed to be on my side and not on his. Do you have feelings for this guy?" I said, a little bit loud, because a few people turned to stare at me, making my cheeks grow hotter.
Selene's POV. I sipped my drink slowly, trying to gulp down his audacity. "Audacious much? How do you think that is going to work with just meeting me for once?" I asked, pretending to also be interested. Logan stretched his legs, folding his hands across each other in a relaxing pose. He could pass off as a model in GQ magazine. "I know what I want and go for it. I want you and I to become lovers and I mean it. It's okay for you to ponder on it; it doesn't mean I'm not going to woo you as the lovely lady that you are, but that's my end goal." He called out. Now I didn't know what to believe. Was he trying to tell me that he wanted me and was going as far as possible just to have me? "You do not know me, going this far is not going to help you," I answered. "I wasn't doing this because I wanted your opinion. I know how women love to be chased hard, but that's not the kind of person I am; this is not because I don't think you are worth the chase. If the feeling is mutual why then d
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