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 POVI entered my car, and my heart pounded softly in my chest as I drove into the quiet street. Even though the street was cool, inside me a storm brewed. I drove straight into the police station as my heart raced backwards to everything that had happened.Could Trent have arrested the men who kidnapped Lenora? Had Lenora informed him that I had perpetrated her kidnapping? Has he found out the truth about me? My secret and the one I tried to keep hidden seemed to be finally left open. There was no more hiding; my mind kept on flashing to the worst-case scenario, and I couldn't imagine being put behind bars for this.When I got to the police station, the offices were already ready, like they had prepared hard for my arrival; their questions were quick as they threw them at me one after the other, and their eyes scanned every move of mine thoroughly.“Why were you at the Knight's Villa at the night of the incident?” One of the officers questioned, with a stern and calm voice.My
My face radiated with joy as I smiled warmly at Trent, masking the chaos in my mind. “I need to go now, Trent. I have something urgent to attend to, but I will surely see you soon,” I said as I brushed the stray lock hair right behind my ear. And I leaned closer to him and hugged him tightly, my lips grazed his cheeks with some soft kisses. “I wish your father a quick recovery,” I whispered slowly to him with my sweet honey voice. He smiled back at me, oblivious to the storm brewing inside of me. As I turned away from him before he could ask me any questions. I couldn't afford him knowing anything about what was really going on. My heart raced with calm relief. He had no clue at all about my true plans and what I was hiding. The truth was, if Trent hadn't saved Lenora, she would definitely be finished by now, and her dirty body would have been all over the news, and she wouldn't have looked the same way again, she would have faced much humiliation.I walked through the hallway and o
Lenora POVMy heart bubbled with annoyance as I stormed out of Trent's father's ward. I couldn't understand how Trent could be so blind and trust Yvonne so much. It was obvious in his eyes every time he took a look at her, and especially the way he dismissed anything I had to say about her—to him, she was flawless. He wouldn't even listen to me and wouldn't even entertain the idea that his sweet fiancee was capable of anything wrong. And after what just happened, he still didn't want me to express myself or to believe me, especially when Yvonne's name was involved.I strutted back to my room, my heart replayed what had just happened, and everything was just like a movie to me. I couldn't believe that Yvonne had been behind my attack; she had attempted to kidnap me and made those men hurt me. However, it was certain that Trent wouldn't believe me. Not without a proof. I wanted him to trust me, but it was obvious that the more I tried, the more I pushed him away. My heart ached from his
I drove right into the estate of Reed Enterprises; the gate opened slightly as Lenore immediately opened the gate with a remote control right at the front of her, and I drove straight right into the villa’s parking lot. I parked and shared some eye contact with Lenore; her eyes darted towards me and were filled with confusion and a little touch of suspicion. It's definitely right for her to wonder. It's been a while since I have been here, especially since her arrival from abroad. However, I had to bring her here because of the incident that happened. I wasn't sure she could drive herself home, even though she claimed she could. “How do you know my house?” She eventually asked, and her voice trembled a bit, as though she couldn't believe that I was right at her house. I immediately gave her an immediate dismissive stare. “I know many things, Lenore. Stop asking questions, just go in right there and rest!” I responded, looking straight into her eyes. Her mouth opened to a huge respo
YVONNE POVI was filled up about Reed Enterprise by Mr. Donovan. He explained that he had recommended me to Mr. George, and I should prepare to take over from him as soon as possible. He had already planned everything well, and everything was going according to how he had planned it or maybe what I thought. However, before we finished our conversation, he dropped the bombshell. He said we would meet again, and he has a secret. A secret I knew nothing about that he wanted to tell me; his voice was filled with tension that made me unsettled.As I drove back home. My mind was reverberating with thoughts. What secret could it possibly be? My hands grabbed the steering wheel tightly as my thoughts were twisted and turned. I needed to focus; I couldn't allow what I heard to throw me off balance. I needed to focus, especially when it comes to being the director of Reed Enterprise.When I eventually got home, I walked straight into the bathroom to get a shower. I prefer using hot water for ba
Lenore's POVI couldn't believe that Trent knew I lived, and it was obvious now that he knew truly who I was. The thought sent a chill across my body. He knew where I lived; then he might know everything about me. Especially the fact that my dad had directed me to his company to get started from there. The thought occupied my mind as I stepped into the house, feeling strangely uneasy. The house was quiet; it went. Dad isn't home. I am glad that he went. Because if he were home. He would have demanded why I was home so early and I wasn't ready to tell him about my kidnapping. He would be angry, and worst still, he would investigate the perpetrators and get them arrested, and it was the last thing that I needed right now.I was a bit famished, and my stomach grumbled to protect. I quickly made my way to the drawing board in the hallway and placed a call across to the cook to make me somemeals. I needed tasty delicacies. I needed to take my medications and have enough rest. After that
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