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
TRENT POVI kept feeling some tapping persistently in my shoulder jolted me out of my deep, heavy sleep. As I stirred awake, a blinding ray of sunlight streamed through the window of the room and forced my eyes to open with a wince. I quickly blinked as I tried to make sense of my surroundings, then I heard a soft voice. I was startled by the voice right beside me.“What? Trent? What are you doing here? How do you end up here?” Her voice trembled and filled with confusion.I quickly snapped fully awake, my heart hammering as I looked straight to my right. It was Lenore, laying beside and tangled in the sheer. Her eyes gawked back at mine, and disbelief was written all over her face. My arms were fully wrapped around her waist, and I suddenly felt my stomach drop.“Lenore?” I called her out again to confirm if it was truly her as I removed my arm away from her waist, like it was a kind of burnt. She immediately sat upright, adjusted her dress, and brushed back her hair with her hand.
TRENT POVI quickly drove out of Reed Villa. as I tightened my grip firmly around the steering wheel, I glanced at Lenore in the back seat of her car; she was still lying down there unconscious. Her face was pale, and her red dress crumbled as her face drained for color. The sight made me feel uncomfortable, and I fully concentrated on just getting her to the hospital as soon as possible.When I eventually got to the hospital, I parked the car in the parking lot, and I quickly rushed inside to get help.Right inside the hospital, the nurses were swift with their moves as they immediately put Lenore in a stretcher and wheeled her down through the hallway filled with the sterile smell of disinfectant.I followed them closely; my heart pounded slowly as they moved her into a private room, and they immediately attached a tube to check her vitals. A few moments later, a doctor walked in and studied Lenore's chart before raising his head at me.“Mr. Knight, right? Are you the one that brou
TRENT POVI walked back into Lenore's room, resting briefly on the doorframe as I observed her from the door. She raised her head to look at me immediately I entered the room. Her eyes met mine with strange quietness and some exhausted smile. She looked softer now; her usual sharpness was replaced with some kind of undoubtful vulnerability. She sat upright, a little straighter, and adjusted herself carefully against the pillow; it was obvious she was trying to assure me of her posture alone. “Trent, I am fully alright now,” she said with her soft voice. “I think I will like to go home,” she added.Her words filled the air; however, I was still too convinced. There was a subtle pallor that still clinged to her skin, and a faint shadow—a faint shadow—was beneath her eyes. Her face, which was always radiant and lovely, was filled with it till the day had taken up on her. I took some steps close to her as I crouched down beside her bed to be at eye level with her.“Are you sure, Lenore?
LENORE’S POVMy heart had been reeking with pain for the past few days; it was being heavier than I wanted to admit. Ever since my father left, I haven't heard from him. There were so many things I wanted to speak to him about; there were lots of questions I wanted to ask him, questions that I needed answers to. Right now, I didn't know how he was faring or when he would eventually come back. Three years for me was such a long time to stay away, and with every passing day, the pain grew sharper in my heart and it's becoming unbearable. There were untruthful rumors circulating around. They had claimed that my father had fled the county because he went bankrupt, which I knew was all nothing but a lie. They had insisted that he left because he was financially ruined, and every time I thought about it, my heart wreaked of pains. Even though I didn't believe it, I still wish to tell him about it. “If I didn't hear from my father soon, I wouldn't have a choice but to find him myself, no m
LENORE POVThere was an absolute decorum in the air when Trent was trying to process what I explained to him, and he hadn't given any answers or said anything about it when Yvonne walked in. I didn't know if she heard anything about what I and Trent had said; however, the moment she entered, I felt her presence. When I raised my head, I saw her moving romantically towards Trent, like I didn't even exit. She wore a fitted red dress; the dress hugged in perfectly to her body and brought out her well-curved shape; it was indeed a kind of dress one couldn't ignore; it attracted attention, and her black hair cascaded on her shoulder. it was sleek and shiny as she cascaded romantically towards Trent. Yvonne didn't bother to share with me an iota of a glance; her gaze was fully on Trent, and her face brightened into a smile that was annoyingly sweet. As she strode over to him, it was as if her steps were measured by a calculator. Getting to Trent, she didn't hesitate; she just wrapped her
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