Selene's POV. I kind of understand that even if I refused to attend the dinner with him he was not going to flop. This was just his way of making me feel a lot more guilty than I should on a normal day simply because he wanted to make his agenda come to pass. Guess who was not going to be fooled by him? Of course, me. I refused to even speak about anything concerning this and was wondering how far this was going to go before things went out of hand. I spotted Mia descending the stairs gently with a wicked smile on her face. She probably thought that she had gotten me where she wanted but I was only just looking out for the both of them. They looked like they were having troubles understanding each other and wasn't my business in any way but I just felt a lot more for JakobMia's heels clicked as she approached me with a daring smile. "I didn't know that not only were you jealous, you are also one not to keep your words. I mean I should have figured it out but I thought that you we
Selene's POV.My normal appearance at Julie's bar was usually a hit but today was worse and I knew why. I just need to leave that house so that I didn't run myself mad. Immediately Julie spotted me her nose wrinkled in disgust. "You look like trash and I mean well." I laughed at her reality check. If there was one thing I knew about my friend, it was the fact that she would never sugar coat things no matter how much I was going to be hurt. "And this is where you come in and take care of me as a good friend that you are, isn't it?" I retorted, sticking my tongue out as I pulled out a barstool. "Damn, you are one of the most hilarious people I have come across because, never would you come here except you have a problem, and when you do, you act like I'm supposed to pull out some advice from thin air simply because you are my friend." She said, poking her fingers at me. I reached for a glass of champagne she passed on the table towards me with a small smile on my face. "You just ha
. Selene's POV. I followed Julie to her office, catching a glimpse of tears trail down her eyes. I caught her arm just as she was about to enter her office. "I didn't know that I did something that triggered you. I'm sorry for whatever my offense is but I need to know what exactly I have done to you because right now I'm confused." I said, my tone was a bit shaky. Julie blinked back tears while staring at me and looking away. "Oh, really? I mean you have a man who loves you and cares about you and he sometimes defends you whenever Mia is acting up, I think you are about to throw something great away just because of your fears."My eyes widened at the partial insult, even if she had not called me out directly, she had inflicted that I was not wise enough to see what was right in front of me. I could accept that I might have done a few things that might be considered extreme but this wasn’t even my fault. "I tell you that if you have anything to say to me why don't you come out str
Jakob's POV.As soon as we got home I noticed a change in Mia's demeanor. "Pray tell what I did to offend you this time again?" I asked her jokingly, waiting for her reply. Mia stomped ahead of me leaving me downstairs with no help to push me up. Selene would never do this to me even if she was at her boiling point. I didn't realize how much they were different until these scenarios. "Aren't you going to help push me upstairs? You can't just leave me alone here."She threw a glance behind her back and laughed. "Why don't you just watch me instead?" My eyes widened slightly. I must have offended her so greatly for her to behave this way. Selene had helped me secure a major deal from Mr Mike, making him realize how important she was to me in just a few words and seconds. I couldn't compare her to my beautiful woman here because that would be a huge disrespect but even at that, the marginal difference was a whole lot. "Why have you decided to become a pussy especially to everything
Selene's POV. I laid on my bed not having anything to do today which was a plus because it had been a long time since I had such a long rest. The fact that I didn't have to cater to Jakob any more because he now had a fiancee who resurrected from the dead and didn't care about him kind of gave me the chance to breathe. Looking at my reflection in the mirror gave me some kind of chills that had me wondering why I lost myself in the first place. I mean there were a lot of things that I could have done but I decided to shelve it down simply because I didn't want to look like I was doing too much and now it was getting me pissed off. With a slight yawn, I came down from my bed. I'm going straight to my closet. I needed to start regaining my sense of style and everything that I had worked so hard to build so far. I had so many things on my mind but one of the most important of them all was also topping the chat whether or not Jakob was involved. My love for modeling and making people
Selene's POV. I refuse to give anyone the sole power to control my emotions especially when they were not there before. I had a life before meeting him and that wasn't going to change for anything in the world. If Jakob wanted me to do whatever he wanted, he better prepare to do right by me and not allow me to waste my time nor energy on the wrong things. I was not going to forgo a lot of important things just to have him to myself because I knew deep down that it was not going to last. Scraping my feet on the ground helped me to get out of the annoyance I was currently feeling. I just had it in mind that picking my priorities over anyone's words was going to do me more good than required and I was perfectly fine with that.I look at my reflection again in the mirror enjoying how bossy I looked. if it wasn't going to make any sense then I wouldn't do it, as long as I could have a lot of time to myself, then I could make the best decision for myself.My descent had a lot of heads sp
Jakob's POV.Watching someone who enjoyed your company suddenly turn into your enemy was not something I wished for even my worst enemy such as Logan. Speaking of that boy, it came to my notice that I had not seen him anywhere. He couldn't have possibly just escaped without anyone being able to find him. I made a mental note to reach out to Sean one of these days probably later after I had finished my ton of work on my desk. It wasn't her duty to help me out in finishing my projects, it was only out of her sheer will. "What are you thinking about baby?" My beloved ex-girlfriend asked me quietly but I was pissed off. She didn't know the best time to ask such questions. I bet she thought that everything revolved around her. "Are you angry at me or something? I know that she has planted a..."I shrugged her hand off my back in annoyance. "Must everything revolve around you? We are separate individuals who have peculiarities and stuff to answer to. If I am a bit moody, that tells you t
Selene’s POV. Watching Jakob and Mia in a dilemma was a delight to watch because now he had the chance to become something more but I only hoped that he took it. My major goal the next few days is to ensure that I have my plans marked out so that at the end of the day I wouldn't be left stranded.I decided to visit my family because they were the only ones who cared so much about me other than my husband or supposed husband who had nothing to offer me. It was only for me to let his company keep on running and that was not my duty at all.He was surviving before I arrived and thus he would keep on doing even after I leave. “She is laughing at me and you are not saying anything about it.”I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on, one would think that you are one of those women who have hacked the code of being a successful b**** but here you are acting so unseemly simply because things do not go your way. How have you affected his business so much that you want respect from him?” I mocked her.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