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. I lounged in Logan's office, smiling at his jokes wondering how it took me so long to find someone like this who could connect on various aspects. He was very happy that I came over to visit him after much persuasion. "Why do I feel like this is just your way of pushing things forward for a long while before you finally tell me what exactly you need me for?" I began, straightening in my seat and staring him right in the face. "Why would you even say that?" "Nothing much, I just thought about how important this is to you since you've mentioned it so much. If I were you I would never get involved with a married woman because her husband could get mad at me and probably do something to hurt me." Logan scoffed at my words. "That is if you are in good rapport with your husband. I don't want you because you are married so it doesn't affect my conversation with you. I have not asked for even as little as a kiss so that should account for something." He said, before pushin
Selene's POV.I smiled as I opened the front door, and dropped my bag on the table, loving the sound of the echo, telling me that I was still alone. I had come to enjoy the silence that came with being at home. My parents had not even reached out to me in the past few weeks, and sometimes I considered texting them just to see what they thought about my marriage, which I didn't know if I felt appreciative of or quite put off. There were so many things for me to consider but I decided to take things one step at a time. It didn't make any sense that I was wasting too much time trying to figure out what exactly the problem was. "Martha?" I called softly. It was weird that she was not around. Her boss was not around to send her on an errand, so why wouldn't she respond on the first call, especially when we had so many things planned out? I moved towards the kitchen, hoping to find her on the board, and was greeted with an empty space. Did she probably leave without thinking it throu
Selene's POV. "May I have a word with you Martha?" I demanded from her when she came to drop a cup of coffee in my room. I couldn't move past what happened in the corridor. To some people, it was just both of us having a spat, but this was deeper than our usual fights, and it would be inhumane to think that it was something we could just get past like we did with others. "I don't know what is happening with him. I don't understand what is happening in this house. I need answers as to why he is so particular about Logan." I said, running my hands through my hair. Martha's eyes flickered with hurt before masking it with a smile. "I don't know what his business is with Mr Logan, but I do know that it is something very deep, and I suggest that we find a way of handling the situation. I need to go check up on him again because his fall could affect him in more ways than we imagine." Now I even felt more guilty. I shouldn't have allowed him to fall. That could impede his recovery proce
Selene's POV. I stormed out of the house in annoyance, to get answers from Logan.That man was a bastard and my best bet was the fact that he played me into thinking that he was all that. What if I had not confronted Jakob and later found out that he was a player?! I gave the address to my chauffeur tapping my leg in impatience as he drove off. I couldn't wait to confront him to his face and hear his side of the story. Maybe he was probably being misunderstood. He had to know that this was going to cause chaos and that's why he took his sweet time to strike. How could I have been so foolish not to see the signs, especially when he kept on commending me for not being like other women? I didn't place a call to him. I wanted to catch him off guard and it had to be now. We were on our way to Plymouth, taking the South region. I imagined how this scenario was going to play out. Was he going to apologize and say that he found love in me? I call it obsession and trying to ruin what he
Jakob's POV. Next morningI came out of my room for breakfast. I was already getting hungry and couldn't bear the hunger anymore. I decided to call Martha but she was nowhere to be found. Luckily, Brenda was on her way to my room, so we almost collided. She shot me a sheepish smile. "I'm so sorry sir. If I had known, I would never have come in contact with you." She apologized, bowing her head. I waved her apologies off. I didn't care for them as long as I was fed. I didn't want to waste my time discussing issues that were not profitable, to say the least. I had more pressing issues to attend to. "Where is Selene?" "I don't know anything about that, sir. I thought she was in her room. Did she go anywhere?" She asked stupidly. I didn't want to unleash my anger on her for she was not the cause of my problems. It would be wrong for me to do so. "Right. Check her in the room and give me feedback. I want to have a word with her." I explained to her, tapping my feet impatiently.I w
Selene's POV. I woke up with my head pounding like I had been run over by a truck. I tried to open my eyes but squinted immediately as the sunlight assaulted my vision. I couldn't believe that I was in such a situation. The room was smelly, too bright for my eyes to comprehend and I kept on bending to avoid its rays."I knew you were going to act funny and that's why I came prepared for you. Have you ever imagined what it would look like to be in such a situation? I know you were planning to have everything at your disposal but now you don't have any. Do you have anything to say to me before I go on with my plans?" I kept on staring at the man who had portrayed himself as a good person but ended up turning out to be the worst I had ever met. "I hate the fact that I came here on my own." I told him. If only I had informed one person even if it was Julie of my whereabouts, then I wouldn't be in this mess but here I was wishing that I could turn back the hands of time but it was not
Selene's POVThe scratchy ropes digging into my wrists held me in place, so every move I made caused pain. I struggled against them, shifting, but there was no give. I was stuck, helpless. Logan stood casually in front of me, leaning against the wall with that smirk on his face that churned my stomach. I hated him. No, more than that, I was scared. Terrified, actually."You think you're some kind of hero, huh?" His voice was mocking, reeking of venom. "Just take a look at yourself, bound like some kind of criminal. And if you want to hear something sweet today, you can and will never be free." His grin was terrifying as much as his smirk was.He leaned away from the wall and paced about the little spade left in the room, his eyes fixed menacingly on me. "You thought you could stop me. Show me I'm not as powerful as I think I am. But look at you now." Closer, he stepped, his movements circling me like some predator. "You're nothing, Selene. You always were. You are going to regret ev
Epilogue(Author’s pov) The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting golden lights across the room. Selene sat on the bed, her laptop was open and her fingers flew over the keys as she responded to emails. Her work demanded her attention too much these days, but it was difficult to concentrate when Ethan was running around the house like a whirlwind. The little boy had energy that never seemed to run out. He kicked his small red ball against the walls and let out triumphant cheers when it bounced back, then ran after it with wild excitement. Selene had gotten the ball for him on his 3rd birthday and ever since, the boy had turned it into his companion and his father hadn’t stopped talking about how he was going to be the best football player in the world. His tiny feet thudded against the floor and along with his squeals of excitement, Selene was frustrated. She didn’t know how else to caution him and had already gotten tired. "Ethan, slow down!" Selene called, he
Selene’s Pov; I kept hearing voices, some were familiar and others, unfamiliar, but what enraged me was that I couldn’t tell whom the voices belonged to. My eyes fluttered open slowly after a while and I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the blinding light in the room. The room was unfamiliar and I glanced around, trying to recall how I got here. The ceiling glowed with the harsh fluorescent light. The sharp scent of antiseptic burned my nose, the rhythmic beeping of a monitor filled the silence around me and my body ached, as if I had been torn apart and stitched back together. I tried to move but my legs didn’t respond and panic rose to my chest. I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands moving to my thighs. My fingers trembled as they pressed against my thighs and then my knees, nothing. No sensation, no movement. Nothing at all! A strangled noise escaped my throat as I tried again, harder this time, but my legs remained dead weight beneath me. No, no, no. My heart slammed
Author’s Pov; Logan glanced around quickly, his breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the prison corridor. His palms were slick with sweat, and his heart raced, but that didn’t stop him. This was his moment. This was the perfect opportunity and this time, he was going to ensure that he was successful. But fate had other plans for him.Just as he reached the gates, someone yanked him back. "Going somewhere?" The warden’s voice was taunting. He had been watching the man and knew that he was up to no good. Turns out he was right. Logan gritted his teeth, trying to pull himself out of the man’s grip, but it was useless. Within seconds, two more guards tackled him to the ground, pressing his face into the cold floor. "Son of…" Logan growled, struggling against their grip. "Shut it," one of the guards barked, twisting Logan’s arms painfully behind his back. "You really thought you could buy your way out this time?" Logan chuckled darkly, despite the pain. "Do you ev
Selene's POV The doors opened, and the soft melody of the piano filled the small chapel. My heart pounded so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t help much. My hands felt empty without someone holding them. I had dreamed of this day since I was a little girl, but in those dreams, I never imagined walking down the aisle alone. I had imagined my father to be the one ushering me down the aisle in my glistering and beautiful wedding gown and then into the hands of my husband but I guessed everything happens for a reason. I gripped my bouquet tighter and took my first step. My mother sat in the front row, smiling at me with teary eyes. Jakob’s parents sat beside her, their faces warm and kind. Martha gave me a thumbs-up. Sean nodded, his face serious, but I knew he was happy for me. Julie was grinning, whispering something to her boyfriend, everyone looked at me with love and support, but the empty space beside me was too loud, I was not supposed
Author's POV Two weeks had gone past since they returned to the country. It had been a hard time, keeping memories of sorrow; joy, however, was to remain valid for this night. Jakob and Selene’s parents sat together for dinner, sharing laughter and memories in a great camaraderie of friendship. Summer warm, one could hear names and clinking of glasses and rejoicings. Jakob surveyed the table. He breathed in once. “I want to say something, there is something very important I would like to say.” The attention of the room shifted to him. Selene appeared sweetly and placed her hand on his. He lifted his glass. “But before I say what I have to say, first of all let us take this toast,” he paused as they all took their glass of wine, " To family.” “To family!” Everyone chimed in and raised their glasses. Jakob looked on smiling. “I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for all of you. You have been my backbone, my strength. You pulled me out of the deep waters. Selene’s father..” J
Author's POV Mia planted herself on the cold bench within the jail cell and tapped her fingers against the metallic bars, letting out a huffed breath as she pulled out the tiny phone she had hidden in her pocket and moved her fingers quickly to dial Jacob's number. She needed to act fast before the prison guards on duty came to check on her and caught her, being without a phone was the worst thing that could ever happen to her in this cruel place. She cleared her throat and she mentally went on the words she was going to say to Jakob. The phone rang: once, twice, three times, and then he finally picked up, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want, Mia? How were you able to call me anyways?" She swallowed hard, pressing the phone closer. "Jakob, listen, I don't have much time so you have to listen to me attentively. I need you to get me out of here." Silence. Then a small chuckle. "You need me to do what?" Mia clenched her teeth. "Bail me out, Jakob! I shouldn't b
Selene's POV The TV had been on for some time, but my focus had wandered off entirely. My mind had been busy wandering amidst all the things I had to do when my name rang a bell.I blinked."Selene Carter’s art collection is making waves throughout the industry!" said the host, announcing. "People are talking, and the demand to see the owner herself is growing loud."I froze.Jakob must have been scrolling through his phone. "Did they just say your name?"I nodded slowly. "I think so."Jakob raised the volume. The host continued: "Collectors and critics are raving about the unique style, and emotion behind every piece. The name Selene Carter is being whispered about in art circles, and they want to know who she is?"My phone buzzed again, and a notification popped up, someone had mentioned me in a tweet."Where is Selene Carter? We need to see her! #ArtGenius #Masterpiece."Another tweet appeared."This woman’s art speaks to my soul. Who is she? Someone tell me!"I swallowed. This co
Jakob POV I breathed out the moment the plane touched down. It was a lengthy flight. Selene shifted beside me, stretching her arms. She didn't look at me, nor had she for most of the flight. I cared little, not my problem anymore. "We're here," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. She sighed. "Yeah, we are here finally. The journey for me is so tiring, I need a cool bath and a soft bed to lay on." "Hmm,” I hummed, nodding in agreement to what she wanted. We got our bags and walked out from the plane. The airport was teeming with people; I barely noticed. My eyes straight went to the front where our parents stood awaiting, they spotted us instantly. My mother waved cheerily, and my father grinned beside her. Selene's mother stood there, too, blood-shot but relieved. I expected just a simple greeting, maybe some hugs but as soon as we stepped closer, laughter broke out. My parents were laughing so hard I had to blink, "What's so funny? Is there something on us or did we do something
Jakob's POV. At this point I knew that I was in for some huge ride and I needed to prepare myself for the reality of the situation. This was absurd for me to say the least, but even at that I was only hoping that I will be able to do what I should. Sometimes I wonder why I bothered myself so much with her situation when I should have been able to decipher that she didn't think of me in such a manner. It was more like a thing of convenience for her and even though I didn't want to accept it I guess I found myself doing that already. It didn't mean that I loved it, but I had no choice. "She was going to fight tooth and nail just to have her freedom, or what she considered freedom and I needed to be wise about fighting someone like this. It almost never ended well. I picked up my phone and called my friend. He was the only one who could tell me the truth without hiding. "I need your help because I think I am running mad. I need your help because this woman is about to make me into som