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. At the Mansion. I walked in with a swagger when entered, only to find Jacob sitting alone at the dining table. A few days ago, I would have been moved to talk to him, but right now, I think he was in a state of dilemma and didn't want to accommodate any form of friendship, which I understood. I wasn't also looking for any friendship of any sort and would love to also be on my own. "Are you just going to walk past me that way?" He inquired from me, making me smile. I guess I was getting his attention right away and he couldn't help himself from commenting. I refused to turn; doing that was only going to reduce what I had planned all along. If he wanted to speak to me, then he had to have some respect for that and not just try to beat around the bush. "I didn't know that I was supposed to get permission from you before leaving," I responded. "You've been drinking," he mentioned. I smiled at his pathetic attempt at striking up a conversation with me because this wasn
Jakob's POV.I tapped my feet on the ground in anger as my smartphone kept on ringing. No one had the right to call besides all my exes. I should do away with this number and switch to my official line since I hadn't done off them in my life anymore. I looked at the ID and realized that it was an unknown number. Okay... Probably a business call? I picked up smoothly, waiting to hear the caller's voice. "Hi, it's me, Meredith, your project mate at NYU. I heard that you were injured and decided to reach out to the number you gave me some time ago. I'm so sorry if this is awakening any issues." She apologized. Her voice had not changed, "Meredith, I'm glad you reached out but I'm not in that frame of mind to accommodate visitors right now. When I'm ready I could always reach out to you." I said politely, not willing to go off on her because she was one of the brilliant people who had not made a mess out of our relationship. Meredith giggled, "I knew you were going to say this that w
Selene's POV. "Martha, why is Jakob laughing so hard downstairs?" I asked softly, as she placed the tray on the table. "He has a visitor."I raised an eyebrow. "One of those airhead bimbos right?" I asked, knowing fully well that there was something different "Never mind, just drop the tea and leave. If he asks after me, kindly tell him that I'm busy."Martha nodded and turned, staring at me tentatively, "I don't think he is going to ask after you but if he does, I would surely let him know that." It was weird that she had a little smirk on her face which irritated me to the core. "What exactly is your problem Martha?" I demanded from her so that she realized that I could see through her nonsense. She looked away for a minute before returning her gaze to mine. "I'm sorry to announce to you but this lady is very important so he would be busy discussing business. I hear that she is one of the brightest students New York University has ever produced."I didn't like the smirk on her
Selene's POV. I tapped my feet against the floor hoping that I was able to find a way of not showing my emotions. "Why is she here at this time of the night?" I couldn't resist asking. A small smile played on his face, making me angered. "I don't think anything I'm saying is a joke," I responded. He looked away, before turning towards me. "Didn't you want nothing to do with me a few hours ago? Why the sudden change in attitude?" I paused for a minute because I truly didn't know how to handle the situation. Was I supposed to pretend like I didn't know why I was acting this way or act like everything was fine? I pressed my lips together in anger, yet refused to speak up. "I guess, I should be worried about various women's frequency in the house because you are too weak to control your libido," I responded before walking away. His laughter echoed through the house. I found it difficult to sleep at night, tossing and turning everywhere I could find. This wasn't what I was expecting
Selene's POV. The next morning I was downstairs before he could arrive for breakfast. Now that I had a competition in the house she was going to slow down my pace and wasn't going to give me what I wanted. Funnily enough,, the stranger was downstairs and smiling at me, making me feel more uncomfortable. I didn't want to brush her off so that I didn't look rude. "You are so beautiful, good morning to you, ma'am." She greeted kindly. I couldn't even find a fault in the hardwood thing, and that made me angrier. There was nothing worse than fighting against someone who didn't care about you. "I'm sorry if it seems like I budged into your home without informing you specially. I came from college because I have this business idea I want to share with your husband." She explained genuinely. I took a deep breath, refusing to show how annoyed I was with the fact that she was not even fighting with me. Doing anything against her was just plain stupid. "I don't really understand what it is
Selene's POV. Meredith turned out to be a lovely woman who also shared my leanings so it was easier for us to bond on many aspects than before. I had so many things on my mind, which she successfully took away, making me smile at every point. "Sometimes I wonder if you have been able to achieve the majority of your goals, especially in the past few months. It mustn't be easy seeing everything that has been going on recently, especially in the media." I said as we lounged in the garden. Meredith gazed at me for a long time before shaking her head. "You are one of the most beautiful people I have encountered in a long while and I say this with all sincerity that you rock." She answered. I didn't think it was necessary to discuss anything else with her besides just waiting to see how this was going to play out. "I don't think that's true, especially for someone like me, but I would take that compliment," I said, hoping that she didn't see through me.A small smile broke out on her fa
Two Days later. Jakob's POV. "Sir, I think you should see this publication. It has been trending for a while and I believe that we can find a rapid solution to it before it goes out of hand." My assistant said, pointing at the papers that I had decided to work on. I knew that it was going to take a lot, especially to get to where I wanted to reach regarding this, but I didn't know it was going to take so much. I flipped through the papers until I arrived at where I needed to be. "Hmm, this sounds like a stiff competition, how on Earth do you think this is going to be possible? They already have everything in their arsenal." I asked my assistant,His eyes flickered towards mine in fear mingled with shock. "I believe that we can do something about it if we truly want. They might have a lot of backup but it doesn't mean that we also cannot do something that would counter this." He continued staring at me. I refused to allow him to see, but I was impressed by his answer. I wasn't one
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