I quickly answered the doctor's call; this time around, his voice was steady and cheerful.“Mr. Knight, your father is doing quite well now. He has made excellent progress and has recovered; I think he will be ready to be discharged soon,” he said smoothly in a happy voice. He has really done a great job. I inhaled deeply. I was glad that my father was coming back strong. After his discharge, he will go on a vacation abroad to spend some years before coming back, and I have started making plans for that already. However, he has his condition. He wanted me to marry Lenore before he traveled abroad. He had insisted that if I didn't get married to her, he wouldn't go on any vacation abroad.However, to me, Lenore is like my sister, someone I now look out for, especially because of her father. I have a high respect for him; her father, Mr. George Reed, was a good person.I hung up the call with the doctor, and my eyes met Lenore's; she was still standing there, like she wanted something m
YVONNE POVAs I walked out of Trent's office, my mind was filled with different thoughts. There were so many plane I had for Leonore; however, everything was falling apart, and I was starting to feel frustrated already. The plans I had for her have failed three times now, with Trent saving her twice. All the plans I had orchestrated for her, Trent had intervened and protected her from facing humiliation. It was as if they were both making a fool of my efforts, and I will surely figure out how exactly she scaled through the third time and why exactly Trent kept protecting her. And yesterday night got me more shocked; Trent had walked her out, leaving me his own fiance stranded in front of everyone.I knew definitely there was something going on that Trent was keeping from me; however, there was one thing I was certain of.“ Trent and Lenore would never go close. I would ensure that I see to that.” I muttered right under my breath as I stepped into the bright hallway of Knight Industri
I immediately picked up Mr. Donovan's call; despite all that had happened between him and Mr. George, he was a good business partner to me, and whenever we worked together, the job was always a success. However, I couldn't stop questioning myself about what exactly the secret was that made him demand 80% of Reed Enterprises.“Trent, how have you been?” He asked in a warm, innocent voice, not capable of hurting a fly, but to me, he has hurt Mr. George for not being able to keep his secret except Mr. George pays for it. However, I could sense some hint of seriousness from his voice. “I have been quite busy; I am sorry I haven't called. My schedule has been so tight,” I said truthfully. He was always reaching out though; I should have reached out to him too; however, I have been so busy with my father's health and some important meetings. “I understand, Trent; I also heard his is recovering well; I couldn't wait to dine with him again!” He said, and the last part caught me off guard: I
DONOVAN POVAs we walked to the park, the lights twinkled like stars in the night sky. I was Donovan; I was a green snake in green grass. Dave and George and I have been friends since childhood. We grew up in a poor neighborhood, and our families had struggled; however, we woke our way to the top. We did terrible things in the past; we weren't saints, and we are still doing terrible things to stay relevant, especially I.In the city, there were only two big companies that ruled. Knight Industries and Reed Enterprises were the most powerful, and their names rang in the ears of all; they belonged to friends, Dave and George respectfully. However, my own very company, Donovan Group, was trailing slowly behind them; no matter what I did, I still remain quite at their bottom, a bit irrelevant. This made me feel angry and determined, and I vowed to take down those two companies, and after that, I would ensure I destroyed wholly the two families behind them; my friends family and lineage wi
Yvonne’s Point of View Immediately I walked into Mr. Donovan's room, I felt surrounded by luxury. It was a big, gigantic space; it looked more like a suit than a regular bedroom. His bed was large and layered with rich, dark sheets that were flanked by two tall lamps with golden hues. The air was quite thick with a faint, rich cologne, which signified Mr. Donovan's. It was sophisticated and commanding. The carpet was spotless, and the furniture was gleaming under the dim light. The whole room sparked with cleanliness as it had been prepared just for my arrival. Mr. Donovan's face glittered with a welcoming smile as he stared his gaze at me and patted the spot beside him right on the bed.“Come over here, Yvonne,” he said, his voice gently and warm, and I was shocked by the sudden change in Mr. Donovan's attitude. I moved closer to him without saying a word; I was deemed with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety. Especially since it's been a long time since I have been here. “Sit rig
Yvonne POV“Yes, Trent I can hear you! You know what I am currently on my way home. Just give me a few minutes; I will be right there you,” I said to Trent, even though it was late and I needed to see him. He then responded calmly.“No problem,” and then ended the call. My pulse was fast, and I immediately pressed my foot in the gas and cut through the empty streets. I wanted to get home as soon as I could; I didn't want to keep Trent waiting for anything. I had plans for him if I could see him tonight. I would ensure I took him to another level of sexual fun; he would make sure I made him fall in love deeply with him. So I could easily penetrate to him and ask him why he was always protecting Lenore at the detriment of his relationship with me. My stomach tightened with the thoughts of Lenore, that foolish, naive girl who always tried pulling me back without making any effort. However, all her doing was just for a few moments. I have plans for her—evil and humiliating plans—and she
The sleek leather of my car seat felt cool as I sat behind the wheel. I already started imagining what the Reed Enterprises boardroom would feel like when I eventually walked into it. I met out a big smile; after all, the move I was about to make was my first that would shape my future.When I got home. I was oblivious to my surroundings; I didn't bother to admire the elegant cream-colored wall or the polished marble floor; I just went straight to my wardrobe. I knew exactly what I wanted to wear. It was a deep cream-fitted dress with a high neckline and a silver belt that hugged perfectly to my waist. It was a powerful color, regal, and exactly what I needed to command attention.I then paired it with pearl earrings, a silver watch, and black stilettos that clicked confidently against the tile floor as I walked right into my car. I felt exhilarated as I drove towards Reed Enterprises. I was quite nervous; however, it was a tasteful excitement kind of. There are a lot that I have hea
Yvonne POVI was frozen at the sight before me; my mind struggled to process what I was seeing, and I couldn't fathom how exactly this had happened. “Trent and Lenore in bed?” It didn't make sense to me. And I felt a cold run through my spine as I instantly became sick. My blood was boiling hot. My body shaken and my fists clenched so tightly that I could feel my nails digging deeply into my palm. “How exactly did Trent end up being here with her? Was it drunk? What exactly could be wrong with him? I felt anger overwhelm me. I wanted to rush to them in bed and yank him off her. Just exactly as I moved forward to them, the guy I hired for the job leaned towards me; he was sounding impatient, like he was quite late for something important."So, madam, are we still doing this job or not?” He asked, and his voice was filled with irritation.I immediately snapped at him. I could no longer curtail my irritation.“Are you blind?" It's my fiance lying down there with that bitch!” My voice r
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