TRENT'S POVI tried to understand the moment—what just happened before my very eyes. It felt so unreal. Lenore has stood glaring at me, holding a flash drive; her eyes pleaded with desperation as she insisted I should check it out because there was a secret in it that could help me fish out the attempted murderer or my father. It sounded weird. Even though I have earned her repeatedly not to interfere in my family business, however, it was obvious she wouldn't desist, and there she stood, acting like she had the key to everything.As I sat down relaxed on my chair, trying to figure out everything she was saying, my eyes fixed on the flash drive, the door of my office swung open, and Yvonne walked in. Her expression was dark, and in a fast move, she stormed over to Lenore and snatched the flash from her angrily; her anger bubbled as she glared irritably at her. “How dare you steal my flash drive?” Yvonne asked Lenore angrily, her words filled with accusations as she narrowed her eyes
Lenore POVI just couldn't fathom when exactly Trent would ever trust me. It was obvious that no matter what I said or the fact that I presented to him, I always ended up disappointed, as he was always turning me down. Anytime I tried giving him vital information, he always ended up giving me a cold disapproval, like all I ever presented was wrong. It was like a wall between halls that wouldn't ever get broken. I felt hurt today because he refused listening to me as usual. If he had checked the flash driver before Yvonne entered, I was sure Yvonne could have been handed over to the cops by now. It was Yvonne's Audacity. How could she accuse me of stealing her falsh drive? She knew well that she had left it on my table and still had the effontery to accuse me of stealing her flash drive. I didn't have the energy to fight back. To argue, I didn't want to drag anything with her, especially not in the presence of Trent, and it was even obvious that Trent wouldn't believe me. I felt more
Trent POV“Trent, my son, I heard all your promises earlier to get married to Lenore if I woke. and I want you to promise me that you will take care of her,” my father said, and he was so serious with his words.My heart bubbled in frustration. I had never expected things to turn out this way; I didn't know he had heard my promises even when he was unconscious. I clenched my fists in anger, and my face was tight in frustration. Lenore looks like a sister to me. I don't feel like we can get married, even though it was obvious she likes me; she wanted me, but I can't bring myself down by getting married to someone whose father is just like my father. I sat helpless and watched as my eyes rotated between Lenore and my father. I could feel that a lot was running through Lenore's mind; however, she was quite about it, and I watched as she stood helplessly and gawked at my father's machine that had kept my father alive. Dad, we will talk about this later; right now, you just have to focu
TRENT POVWhen Pete drove right into the Royal Inn parking lot, I quickly moved through the lobby, my mind filled with different questions. Mr. George had informed me that we had a discussion, and I wondered what the subject of discussion was all about. The receptionist, a young lady with bright eyes, immediately recognized me as I wasn't into the reception, and she gasped in surprise as her face lightened up with excitement.“Good evening, sir,” she greeted, almost without breathing. “You are here for Mr. Reed, right?” She asked, and I immediately gave a quick nod. I wasn't in the mood to speak with anyone except Mr. George. She immediately directed me to the VIP section, and with a quick stride, I left the reception and made my way to the lounge. The soft light cast a warm glow over the plush furniture. It was a cozy, intimate setting. There was a big difference between it and the cold sterile atmosphere or the hospital. The air was filled with the smell of expensive cologne and f
I didn't know why Trent was always harsh to me. Whenever I tried to help, he always pushed me away. I felt the pain, and it was obvious to me that he never loved me, and probably he would never do. I regretted confessing my feelings to him, and I wished I never did, and it was time for me to stop chasing after him. I have presented him with every possible piece of information to make him get the person behind his father's attempted murder; however, it is now obvious that all fell into deaf ears. No matter how I tried, everything I said or tried to show him made any difference to him. It was obvious he didn't want to know the truth, and I get it's high time I stop trying to make him see it. I guess it was high time I focused myself and stopped meddling in personal stuff that concern Trent. Whatever happened to Trent henceforth was not my business anymore. I would leave him to do his things as he had always wanted. All I care about now is myself; it was a tough decision, but it's a de
As I sat down watching the videos on the flash drive Lenore had seen, my fingers tapping gently on the smooth surface of my laptop. My room was excessively quiet. I adjusted my seat chair to balance well on the desk; the faint sound of my breathing occupied the whole space. My gaze hovered around the quiet room, the soft cream walls, a chandelier that sparkled every time it was hit by the light, and the large windows that stared all around the city; however, my eyes weren't seeing them all tonight, and my gaze wasn't all about them, and I wasn’t even enjoying any of it. All I could think was all about that Lenore, body Lenore. “How could she?” I asked rhetorically right under my breath as I replayed all the moments right in my head. I couldn't believe that just in some moments that I had left my flash drive unaware in her office, she had already gone through the flash drive and seen everything that was in it. I gritted my teeth annoyingly as I remembered the audacity she has to info
YVONNE POVTrent immediately turned his face towards Lenore, and he was quite for a moment, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking about. His expression was not readable; however, it doesn't matter to me because it was obvious that I was winning. “Let her stay; she was invited by me,” Trent eventually said in his calm and firm voice. And immediately, I blinked in surprise. “But….”“I said. Let her stay,” he repeated without leaving a room for any argument.My face immediately bittered with frustration. How could he? I couldn't believe that Trent would just dish out my plans after everything I had done to ruin her. He still insisted on letting her into the party.Lenore immediately gave me a winning look, and I instantly composed myself. To me, it wasn't over. The night is just starting, and I have more on my plate for her. To me, she would eventually weep. The guards immediately made way and allowed her in. I stood there for some seconds already feeling pissed by Trent's judgment,
LENORE POV As I walked right beside Trent out of the grand hall, my mind spun; I couldn't believe Trent could do that, and I began wondering why he had protected me in front of everyone like that. I was quite grateful; however, a part of me was confused. Why did he protect me in such an intense moment? I was being humiliated, and my father’s image was wrongly tarnished by the press, and to make it worse, I was singled out as the worst dressed, when it was well obvious that I had dressed elegantly even though it was a little one.The moment we were out of the grand hall, Trent let go of my hand, and the warmth that was some seconds ago immediately disappeared. Trent's face suddenly changed from a sweet and caring one to a cold and distant one; it was just exactly like a switch had been flipped. Then he instantly gave me a stern, serious look. His voice was cold and sharp.“You need to stop getting involved in trouble, Lenore.” A shock immediately ran through my spine as my eyes blink
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