My finger formed into a curl around the stem of my wine glass, and I felt tensed a bit. “I'm not,” I replied as I tried to keep my voice steady. “I just underestimated her!” His lips opened slightly and formed into a smile. He folded the newspaper and then placed it down on the table. “Underestimated? It doesn't sound like the word I like to hear from you!” I stared at him for quite a moment and hated the way he sometimes made me feel like a child. No matter how much I accomplished.“I will fix it,” I responded firmly. “She will never win.”. He raised his eyes, his eyebrow furrowed; he was clearly not impressed. “His secretary is a big problem,” he said firmly as he leaned forward a bit. “Deal with her before she becomes bigger!”. I understand what my father meant. I knew he didn't mince words; however, his solutions were always brutal, and I wasn't ready to take things that far. Not even now. “I have got things under control!” I insisted; however, I could feel the unassurance in
George Reed POVMy face was brightened with a smile at the sound of Lenore's car pulling into the driveway. I had been waiting for her to be home. I was proud of her today's accomplishments. Winning such a tremendous contract for Knight Industries wasn't a small feat, and I was so delighted with how she had handled everything.As she walked through the glass front door, I stood up firm in my exotic armchair and walked towards her. I stretched my arms towards her for a hug. Her face was screaming of exhaustion, and her shoulder slumped as her eyes were slightly dimmed by the long they had been through. However, I could still see and feel the quite strength that hung behind her exhausted expression.“That's my superstar!" I said warmly as I pulled her towards me for a hug. “You did incredibly well today, Lenore, and I am super proud of you!” Her lips parted, and she let out a big smile; however, it was a weary one. Her arms were slightly loose as she gave me a brief hug. “Dad, thank y
After I dropped Yvonne's call, I felt really bad for her. My dad's plight had made me distant from her; however, I was glad she understood my situation. My mind wouldn't be able to focus elsewhere for now, not even on Yvonne. My only focus now was on my father; his health is the number one priority to me; everything else would have to wait. I sigh heavily as I lean back and rest my back on the chair. “Pete, drive faster to the hospital,” I instructed my driver. I needed to see my dad as soon as possible. I need to tell him all that was achieved today. As we drove past the city light, I felt the pain deeper in my heart. If my father was well, we would be celebrating the success of the contract by now. Knight Villa would be lit with joy, and a big party would be hosted and everyone will be gathered for the celebration. Dad always loved to throw major events whenever Knights Industries secured a major contract. And he would raise his glass gently, proud, and be beamed with a sweet grin
Right after my dad closed the door behind him to place a call across to Trent, I strided back to my room and jumped on the bed. My body sank into the mattress happily. Finally, I would get to rest; however, my mind was far from resting. Today was an unexpected day; it was filled with unprecedented and unexpected circumstances. I was twisted by a whirlwind of emotions, specifically after having a conversation with Trent. My conversation with Trent kept reverberating in my head over and over again—his words, the way he sounded, how cold he had always been at the start, distant and professional like he was always; however, I didn't realize it could be quite soft at the end of the conversation I had with him today, and he said. “We will see tomorrow.” It bubbled some sweet emotions that I didn't expect, and I couldn't believe it. despite how harsh he always was, we eventually managed to have a quite different conversation at the end. As I lay flat on my succulent mattress, I gawked at
I immediately excused myself and walked straight to my office to retrieve the contract documents. It was the moment I was willing to prove myself that I could handle responsibilities. As I walked back to his office with the folder in my hands, I inhaled deeply. Pressing my chest down with my hands. “Stay calm,” I said to myself.“These are the documents for the contract, sir,” I said as I handed them over to him. “Everything is in order, and we are ready to proceed. It just remains the delegation of tasks to the necessary staff.” Without an inch of words, Trent took the folder from me, and flipped through the pages. I stood as I stared at him, waiting for him to say something, at anything positive that could lift my spirit or even bad. Just wanted him to speak. Then he took a pause and took a glance at me, his eyes narrowed slightly.“Where is Sasha?” He questioned abruptly.“She took some days of work. She is indisposed,” I responded. I didn't know why he was acting unaware; I had
Yvonne POVI stood right at the door when I walked into Trent's office, and then I heard Lenora mention my name to Trent. I didn't understand why she had mentioned my name; however, I knew why, especially when Trent shouted at her not to mendle in his family's affairs. I knew she heard me clearly when I said Trent's father shouldn't have survived the attempted murderer. Probably that's why she wanted to inform Trent about it; I knew she has a loose mouth and she couldn't keep things to herself, which was why she had the effrontery to inform Trent that my father wanted to poison him.“This bitch!” My heart screamed. I wanted to walk up to her and give her a sound slap; I wanted to inform her that her end is near; however, I kept quiet, especially as I saw Trent scream at her, which made her heart radiate with joy. Seeing Lena flustered and humiliated by Trent felt like a small victory to her; it meant that Trent had no iota of feelings towards her. My blood was hummed with satisfaction
“He is currently unconscious!” He said and didn't know when my stomach bubbled with joy—just exactly what I wanted to hear. He is half dead. He should have said that. However, I needed to pretend to make him feel like I wanted to see him, then I quickly left him and gawked at him fearfully, making some kind of fake pretense of tears.“Unconscious? How exactly did that happen? How why?” I asked, my eyes already filled with fake tears. “Please, let me go check him! What is the doctor saying? Will he get well soon? When will he be conscious?” I asked him as I showed fake concern.“Common, Yvonne! You don't need to do this; this is the exact reason I didn't want you to know me this time around!” Trent said, and I couldn't believe that he would fall for my fake tears; he believed I was a soft feminist. He wasn't aware of how dangerous I was.He pulled me to himself, and I was glad I sat in his lap. “I am sorry, he will be healed soon; please don't brood much, Trent!” I said immediately,
Trent POVMy mind was filled with conflicting thoughts as soon as I stepped out of my office. The sudden call from the DPO made my heart ring some bell as I jubilated inside of me. They claim they had some clue about the attempted murder of my father, and they had called me for some questioning. My blood was hot just thinking about it. I had to go as soon as possible; I needed to find out who the perpetrator was. I squeezed my fists and swore that whenever I found out, I wouldn't rely on the law for punishment. No, I wouldn't at all; I would deal with them myself. Those who had intentionally caused me and my father some pain. I would deal with them so that they would plead for mercy and not be found. Getting to the parking lot. I signal to Pete.“Drive me to the police station. I need to attend to something urgent!” He immediately complied and opened the car for me to hop in. I sat in the back seat as he drove out of Knight Industries to the police station, hoping to get some positi
YVONNE POINT OF VIEWWhen I woke up. I didn't meet Mr. Donovan on the bed; the sun was streaming through the curtains. Mr. Donovan had woken up before me. As I stretched up. I pushed off the covers and headed straight to the bathroom. I quickly took a long, hot shower, which helped me to shake off the remaining sleep and the heaviness that had engrossed my chest since yesterday.I quickly got dressed and back my outfit. As I walked back into the living room, I found Mr. Donovan sitting on one of the couches, and his eyes were glued to the news right on the massive flats television screen. "Good morning, sir," I greeted as I tried to sound quite cheerful and then he turned to me briefly."Are you leaving already?" he asked. "Yes," I responded and grabbed my pause. "I have many things to do today." He quickly nodded without bothering to press further."It's Alright! We will talk later. Don't forget to call me if anything comes up," he said and I responded with a smile as I walked out
DONOVAN POINT OF VIEW After my meeting with Mr. Oliver, I was filled with a mixture of pride and disbelief as I walked out of the incredible mansion. It sounded unreal to me that I would be earning 500 million dollars per month and unbelievable that I already got the job. I quickly informed James, my driver, to take me back to my office. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but replay everything in my mind. How Mr. George had warned me that I shouldn't have given half of my company's shares to Mr. Donovan. I felt I had no choice; Knight Industries was in critical scandals and Donovan was my life now and now I began to wonder if I had truly made a mistake.However, it was not anything to regret. Mr. Donovan had helped me to clear Knight Industries' name from the Internet and had helped me open the way for the opportunity I just had with Oliver Group. If Knight Industries was still buzzing with scandals, there was no way I would have gotten this job offer from Oliver Group.James was
TRENT POINT OF VIEWI drove around the city street, and the quiet hum of the engine filled in the silence in my car. The night was still, which was unusual, with a soft glow of the street lights that cast a long shadow across the pavement. As I moved closer to Yvonne's house, I felt some unusual feelings settling hard in my chest; something wasn't just right, and I felt like probably she was deliberating avoiding me. I pulled up through her driveway and I parked and stepped out of the car as I felt the cool night air brush against my skin. Her hours were quite dark and there was no light inside, and I felt quite lifeless and abandoned even as I approached her door and pressed her doorbell as I waited for the familiar sound of her footsteps. However, I got nothing.I rang the doorbell again, and this time, I leaned closer to the door if I would somehow call her out, but there was still no response. I felt quite frustrated and I pulled out my phone and immediately dialled her number.
YVONNE POINT OF VIEW After the intense, deep, and draining sex with Mr. Donovan, I felt quite trapped in a villa like a caged bird with clipped wings. Everything in my body wanted to leave; I wanted to have breathing space to clear my head. The air with Mr. Donovan was quite suffocating; it was heavy and the weight of his presence and all the evil things he did kept on pressing against me. I really wanted to meet Pete tonight. I wanted to use him to clear off my head; at least with Pete by my side, I could forget all my sorry and pains for the night. I didn't want it to linger till tomorrow. "You are staying right here with me tonight, Yvonne," he said firmly as he dark eyes were fixed on mine; they were stable and unmoving."You are quite not in your right state of mind to leave." I look back deeply at him, I wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that I have more important things to attend to, however, his tone didn't allow any room for any opposition, he wasn't asking me. He was co
DONOVAN'S POINT OF VIEWI rested my back against the marble countertop in my bathroom as I watched Yvonne stand staring blankly at the tile. The air was quite thick with the smell of lavender; however, I could see that her mind was far away, and her hands trembled faintly as it betrayed the fears she was trying so hard to hide. I had requested she pull the trigger on Janet, which she did, but the fears in her eyes at that moment were the ones mixed with innocence and shock. I wasn't surprised; Yvonne was still far from the hard person I was training her to become. She was indeed a work in progress, and I was shaping her; little by little, I was breaking her innocence; it would be one task at a time. "Let us go," I said. My voice was calm now but firm. "You really need to stop thinking about it. Janet was absolutely nothing. You did what was needed to be done; you did what was necessary." She nodded slightly to me and her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm sorry! It is just that; i
TRENT'S POINT OF VIEWI slammed my hand hard in the steering wheel, frustration bubbling hard inside of me with each second passing. I was chasing after the cars—the fleeting expensive cars that Lenore entered one of it from the mall. I had to get to see Lenore; it's more than a mission to find her. I needed to see her. Make things up with her, I had messed up, I had hurt her, and I couldn't let her go anymore. Lenore wasn't just someone I had hurt in the past. She was the little young child that I hit with my car years ago. I thought she was dead, and for years, I had carried out the guilt, blaming myself for what had happened, and now that I knew she was still the same Lenore I knew, I couldn't ignore the way I felt anymore; I had to get her and make it right with her by all means possible. It wasn't just about me trying to make it right with her for my past mistakes only. But I knew she was capable more than I could ever imagine; back when she was my secretary in Knight Industrie
YVONNE POINT OF VIEWI didn't know that Janet's judgement came very quickly. It has happened way faster than I had thought. I realised that Mr. Donovan was more colder and more dangerous than I had imagined. As I stood in the middle of the room, my heart raced; however, I quickly braced it up with bravery; there was no turning back now. I needed to act brave because I couldn't show bravery in front of him, not when we were about to deal with that bastard called Janet. Seeing her being tied up, helpless and struggling, I felt quite happy. She was just an ordinary coward; she was nothing more than a little rate. A rate who dared to have threatened me threatened us over the phone. For what exactly? Money, power? She was absolutely nothing!. I had pulled her out of the gutter and given her a chance for her life to be changed, but what did she do instead? She got greedy and wanted more; she thought she could threaten me and go away with it; she didn't know those that she was dealing with
DONOVAN POINT OF VIEWWhen I was informed by Yvonne that she had seen Lenore, my mind went crazy, and I immediately knew what to do. I couldn't allow someone like her to interfere with my plans anymore. She wasn't even at all in any way a threat to me. The truth was that she was nobody's child, and I had known her since George adopted her, and it was well known to me that George wasn't her biological father. I had known that George, the woman who died, she wasn't even able to conceive before her death, and because of that, I had no iota of emotional investments whatsoever in Lenore. However, Yvonne's words sent a chill down my spine; she has said the lady she found wasn't Lenore and that the lady had insisted that her name was Ella and was living with her parents in the same house that happened to belong to George. The same house that I sold to a very wealthy zillionaire. "Ella?" I repeated quite confused. "Are you sure it wasn't Lenore?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity and
TRENT POINT OF VIEWI kept staring at the mail on the screen of my phone. The mail was so hard to believe. It stated that if I was interested in managing their company as the director, I could come in for an interview. The address and every other necessary detail were already stated in the mail. The offer seemed almost too good to be true. After everything I had been through recently, I wasn't sure if I could trust this. The last thing I wanted now was to be scammed again. However, I kept reading the mail over and over again. Looking for any traps or hidden red flash, but there was none. Unlike the previous deal that I had. I wouldn't invest anything, so there was no way I could get robbed—no upfront payment, no fees, no hidden requirements. It was just an offer to manage the company with a substantial monthly salary.I couldn't deny the joy that kept bubbling up inside of me. A steady paycheck that could change everything; if I could save up some substantial amount, it might just he