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
Trent POVThe thought of work and everything slipped away from my brain in just a few minutes. I didn't know who the young lady they dragged into the abandoned building was or the reason she was dragged; however, I was determined to help and to bring those evil men to justice. I thought of my father's pains, and I wouldn't want anyone to go through such evil pains again.I stepped down from my car angrily as Pete stopped, ready to dismantle whoever I lay my hands on. I slowed down and watched closely, especially the way they dragged her unconsciously into the abandoned building, which sent a chill through me. Something about the lady being dragged was familiar to me; her dressing and her body frame looked like I had come across such a person today. My heart began to race as my eyes watched them through till they disappeared into the shadowy structure.I adjusted my sleeve once more and walked towards an abandoned building. I wouldn't let them succeed in whatever attempt they wanted to
I I walked up to her with a smile erupting from my face as I watched Lena stare at me. She was indeed caught off guard. She froze and her eyes widened in shock. “Good! This is what I wanted! Control!” My mind screamed out to itself. It would be easier to manipulate someone, especially when they are off balance. “Hey,” I said. My tone was light and friendly. I moved swiftly as I walked closer to her desk, my eyes stuck at her as I meticulously read her reaction. She was mute without any reaction for a second before she eventually responded with a smile, clearly uncertain about my sudden appearance in her office. “Yvonne,” she said with curiosity in her voice. “How many I assist you?” I could see her reactions and words filled with curiosity. It was obvious she was trying to understand me; maybe confirm the reason I of all persons was standing right inside her office with a smile filled across my face. Oblivious to the fact that it was all part of my plan. I rested against her desk
Yvonne POVHer curiosity was high, and it was clear in her eyes. She was intrigued, and just like exactly how I wanted, she fell into my trap. “Secret?” She asked again, an evidence of interest hinted in her voice. “Like what exactly?” My face filled with a smile, an ingenuine fake smile; however, to her, they were real and authentic. “Yes! About things I am sure you would like to know about, however, it wouldn't be here. This isn't the right place for such a conversation.She was a little bit hesitant; the skepticism erupted back in her for a moment. It was obvious I had to be careful not to push things harder. Then I gave her a reassuring smile.“Don't worry,” I quickly said. “It's a private place! Just somewhere we won't be interrupted. “ You will definitely like it! I promise and it's crucial if we really want to help Trent. She was quiet and it was obvious she was gauging my words and then she eventually nodded.“All right! It's fine. Where are we meeting?”I immediately picke
My body ached with extreme pain as I woke up to the sterile scent of the hospital room. The beeping of the machine was the only sound crawling into the silence of the room. My eyes blinked as they adjusted to the vision of the harsh light of the room. It wasn't just about the physical pain; there was something deeper, and it hit me relentlessly. I tried to shake off the feelings of confusion that filled me; however, the memory of what happened came rushing back. “Yvonne!” I thought and shut my eyes back as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. “Why did she want to hurt me? “What exactly is her real motive?” I couldn't believe that all of Yvonne's apology was fake and the essence was to trap me. I was desperate to know secrets about Trent and to be closer to him. I had allowed the desperation clouded my judgment and here I am right in the hospital bed paying the price. “You are awake!” Trent's voice cut through the silent room. I turned my face to his side, and I saw him sitting beside
I stood up immediately, and my body adjusted to my movement slightly. I needed to find Trent. I have to go back to the office even if I don't have a phone. He couldn't expect me to just sit here helpless and do nothing. And maybe it was a privilege to meet his father and wish him a quick recovery.I walked out of the room and headed towards the nurses station. My eyes hovered around trying to check if I would see where my wards were and the directions to their wards. My heart beat faster than it should as I thought about Trent’s reactions. A young female nurse looked up from her clipboard as I approached the station. “Excuse me,” I asked, trying to balance my voice. “Can you tell me where Trent Knight's father's room is?” The nurse first stared at me, slightly confused, and then she nodded and pointed down to the hallway. “Room 5, down the hall and to the right,” she explained.“Thank you,” I responded and followed her direction with my heart pounding with each step I took. When I
The hospital was nothing but filled with coldness, and the machine beeps steady and was the only sound cutting through the silence between us. Trent was still holding his father’s hands tightly to his elf. His face was filled with hope. I stood silently by the door, not sure of what to say or how to say it. My heart pounded softly, and I could feel it tremble slightly.“Lenora,” he called again as I moved closer to them. And suddenly his father's hand twitched. I blinked, and I wasn't sure if I had imagined it, and then it happened again. His fingers moved slowly, and his hand shook. I moved closer to him without thinking, and my breath caught my throat. “Trent,” I whispered in a low tone. Trent didn't move; he was stuck staring at his father and couldn't believe his father's hand could tremble.Suddenly Trent sped up from his seat and walked out hastily out of the door to call the doctor, and I could hear his voice echoing from the hallway.“Doctor!” He screamed. And within minutes
However, I couldn't find myself moving an inch, Staring around the hospital cold rooms and calmed my nerves as I watched her walked straight past me, not even taking a look at me, like I wasn't even existed, like hadnt just deceived me, tricked me into thinking she had some secret important to tell me about Trent, only to get me kidnapped and made me landed in the hospital bed and now pretending like she hadn't even come across me today. I clenched my fist at my sides, and at that period I wanted to walk up to her to demand urgent answers, to scream at her, and make her admit to what she did to me. However my eyes moved to Trent. He was sitting right close to his father's bed, his eyes were weary and filled with hope, his focus was mainly on his father lying unconsciously in the hospital bed and then I felt like it wasn't the right time for me to do that. I sighed deeply and held back, however I couldn't control the anger that boiled in me as I watched Yvnonne make her fake tears wi
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