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. I sincerely do not know why I was here because this wasn't supposed to be in my story to tell but I wanted it to be in the open before things went out of hand. "I'm sure you already know that Meredith is not here because of a business proposal." I began watching him cross his legs over the other. I had no idea he could do that. Well, there are a lot of things I didn't know about him, so it wasn't new. "Seriously? I wouldn't have thought that she would enjoy you spilling her secrets just yet. Are you sure she's going to like this?" I shook my head at his attempts to brush off my words like they didn't mean anything. "So you knew all this while and you allowed her to move about thinking that she was deceiving you," I replied."I have waited for so long just to have this conversation with you and this is how you reply? So brash?"Jakob ran his hands through his hair, which I thought was hot, by the way, but would never admit that to anyone besides Julie, of course. "
Selene's POV. The lights blinked rapidly, almost blinding my eyes, and I looked away carefully. So much for wasting time. If there was no reason for me to be out I wouldn't even dare.A tap on my shoulder had me jolting back to the present. "You look stressed about something. Is everything okay?" "I believe that there are a lot of problems that I'm yet to deal with, but I still feel like I need to do something more," I explained half-heartedly to Logan who peered into my eyes like I was the only woman in the world. I smile shyly, "why are you staring at me this way?" He blinked as though catching himself, "I'm sorry for being a creep, but you are one of the most beautiful people I have met in my entire life, and I don't mean this to make you smile. It's a win-win situation anyway but I guess you understand what I'm trying to say." I shook my head, refusing to allow him to mess with my emotions. I was still angry from my run-in with my husband. "Yeah, I am already smiling so I thi
Selene's POV. I whistled as I returned home, Smacking my lips in anticipation of telling Jacob the latest news. Logan had forwarded the terms and conditions which I had almost signed but decided to wait for a few hours. Martha came out first with a small smile on her face. "Welcome ma. I was asked to give you this letter.' she announced, making me even smile more. It could be from Meredith. She was the only one who had the time and energy to make me do something quite absurd,I collected the ruffled envelope from Martha, expressing my gratitude softly, which she waved off like it was nothing. True to my thoughts, it was a handwritten note from Meredith. "Hey, I have to quickly stop at Milan before returning to your house. I'm sorry if this comes as a shock to you, but I figured that both of you would be fine, and I have told his parents not to worry. I'm sorry if I caused any misunderstanding between both of you."I raised an eyebrow and looked at Martha, who looked away instantl
Jakob's POV.I look out at the clouds and feel irritated by the long time I'm going to spend in the air. I miss my house but no one cared about that as long as I brought the bag home. My parents had tried to reach out to me but I was not responding at all because of the irritation I felt towards them. They didn't deserve to be dirty and expect me to be happy with them simply because they apologized. If they knew they wanted me back in their life then they should do the honorable thing by returning everything I owned. My father had given me an ultimatum of getting married to Selene or withdrawing my shares. I had taken the easy way out but now they were still trying to force me into doing a lot of things that didn't make sense. My heart monitor kept on beeping on my arm just to check my state of health. I didn't care about whatever anyone said as long as I knew that I was fine within. I had so many things on my mind, one of which included just remaining on my own for a bit to find
Selene's POV. The eerie silence had me jolting up in annoyance. I didn't think that I was going to miss my roommate so much despite not ever being at home anymore. I was preoccupied with so many modeling jobs that I had not realized I was beginning to shed some weight until Martha pointed it out. Damnit. I was beginning to look like a shell of myself and that was me putting it mildly. I looked horrible and was looking for someone who could help out with the horrible situation. "Tell me that you're not missing him despite going out with Logan?" My friend asked over the phone.I didn't say anything but my silence probably did the talking. "Listen, juli, I'm preoccupied with so much work that I sincerely do not have the time for such discussions. Please can we move on to something more productive?"The clinking of beers echoed in the background, telling me that she was on duty. "Do you ever get some rest or you're always working? You're gonna get burnt out one of these days. Why don't
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