LENORE POVMy pulse fastened and my hands trembled slightly as I unbuckled my seatbelt, fighting to keep my composure. I was oblivious of who they were; however, something in their demeanor told me that if I keep resisting, I will only make things worse. "You bitch, I said get out of the car right away." One of them screamed at me and I quickly opened the door and stepped out as my eyes glanced between the two men.Without uttering a word, they grabbed me by my arms; their grips were firm and unyielding as they walked me away from my car towards their SUV. My mind was filled with questions; however, I needed to keep silent; immediately they opened the back door. "Get inside there right way," one of them screamed at me, and I immediately jumped inside and got wedged between them as the doors shut with a solid thud. The ride in the dark SUV was quite tense and silent. My hands trembled in my lap as I sat between the two men. Their faces were strictly masked; they didn't utter any wor
My phone rang suddenly, breaking the quiet in my room. I looked at the screen and saw it was Mr. Donovan. My heart skipped a beat. “Meet me at my villa right away!” He said immediately I picked the call, without even waiting to hear any iota of words from me.“I will be right there,” I replied and he ended the call immediately.Since we’d started this new relationship, he often called me to meet him at his villa, no more hotels. I knew with his tone, something was amiss, and I need to get to him very quick. I quickly put on a black dress that hugged my figure, adding a bit of lipstick and put on my black heels. I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror before picking up my purse on the bag shelf. My hair was neatly pulled back, and the dark dress made me look both serious, classic and sophisticated, exactly the way he liked.The drive to his villa was smooth, and as I drove up the into the driveway, I could feel panic gathering inside me. The villa stood tall and grand, surroun
Yvonne POVI drove home in silence, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The car hummed softly in my ears; however, my thoughts were filled and were echoing about what Mr. Donovan had just requested me to do. The words were so stuck, and they refused to get out of my head. Heat crept up my neck, which made my skin pricked with fears. Even though I had done terrible things, I had never done anything close to such. Killing someone was somehow too extreme for me—especially Trent’s father— it was a line I hadn’t prepared myself to cross. But refusing Mr. Donovan wasn’t an option. He had so much power over me. If I didn’t follow his orders, everything I had worked for would crumble.As soon as I got to my house, I walked straight into my bedroom, and I flung my purse onto the bed. I felt somehow unstable, and it was like my legs could give out any second. Without having any other thoughts, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and allowed
My eyes were more focused on Trent as I watched him closely, and I searched his face to discover any sign of regret, doubt, or anything at all that would tell me what was really going on here. Finally, I couldn't hold it back any longer, and I broke the silence room."Trent," I said; my voice was low and barely audible "What is going on? Why would you marry… her?"Trent took a quick glance at Lenore, then turned back to me. "Yvonne, I can explain," he responded quickly, and he walked up to me, guilding me out of the room, and led me down to the hallway where we could speak privately. He took a long, deep breath; his eyes were looking so tired, it was obvious that he was exhausted but determined. “It’s just a contract marriage, Yvonne. I only did this because of my father. I did it so my father would finally agree to be discharged. He insisted on it, else he wouldn't leave the hospital.” He said, and my heart sank. I knew that Bastard had never liked me from day one; how the hell wou
The following morning went exactly just as Lenore and I had planned it. She came to the courthouse as earlier than I thought and I had even met her there and we completed the simple court wedding.It was a quick ceremony, some signatures, and it was done. We were then officially married on paper. After that, I drove her to the hospital so we could see my father. Now that I have fulfilled his wish, I hoped it would make him happy, seeing that have eventually fulfilled his major wish to marry Lenore.When we got to his hospital room, my father’s face was immediately lightened up more than I had ever seen before now “You really did it,” he said, his face beamed with pride. “You married her, Trent. My son.” He left out some sweet grin at Lenore and reached out to hold her hand. It was like I had given him the best gift in the world.Just as we were engrossed in the moment and I brought out the marriage certificate to hand over to my father, Yvonne walked in. My heart immediately cut into p
LENORE POVBefore I went to the courthouse, I tried calling my father's line again, and it wasn't still connecting. I was sad again; I still haven't gotten any feedback from the embassy concerning my father’s whereabouts. I feel so sad because I had so much to tell him, even if this “wedding” was just for show. I needed him to inform him about it, after he was all I got, the only one that I had known all my life as family. So since the number wasn’t rechargeable, I sent him an email instead, explaining that I was getting married to Trent. I knew he would be happy to hear that, even though I knew it was a contract marriage, I had to inform him like it was a real marriage to get his attention; maybe it will prompt a response from him. I was sure he would get my mail, even though I knew he wouldn’t answer. It felt right to let him know.I took a long, deep breath and proceeded to put on a simple fitted dress, a dark blue one that looked professional but was still suitable for a court we
LENORE POV“You are a wicked liar! I didn’t touch her, Trent; I was just congratulating her.” She screamed at me before turning to Trent. Immediately Trent turned his face towards me, cold blazing in his eyes. “When the hell will you stop causing trouble? You had better act right! You are staying here till the end of the contract marriage, and besides, Yvonne will be staying with us for now. So you had better know your role in this house and act right!”“You know what I could leave right away; I didn't tell you I wanted to sign a contract marriage with you; you had insisted I sign the marriage contract with you for the reasons we both know, so stop acting like I had forced you into it.” I fire back instantly at him. My voice raised; it was obvious that I was really provoked.Trent's face immediately turned cold; his right hand raised up, and his hard palm landed heavily on my cheeks. “How dare you talk back at me? Does it look like I am really kidding with you right now?” He asked, h
LENORE POVI could hardly believe my eyes as I sped away from Reed Enterprises, my hands trembling on the steering wheel. My heart raced, and fear gripped me. What was happening? Who would attack my home like that? I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the cops, my voice shaking. "Hello, this is Lenore Reed. There’s an emergency—shots were fired at Reed Enterprises, and… the guards… they’re gone. Please send help."The operator assured me officers were on their way, but I couldn’t just sit around and wait. I turned the car around, pressing harder on the gas, and headed straight to Knight Villa. I needed Trent’s helpWhen I reached Knight Villa, I rushed inside and found Trent in his study, looking through some papers. He looked up, surprised, as I burst in."Lenore? What’s wrong?" he asked, standing up, concern on his face."Trent," I gasped, my words tumbling out. "There’s… there’s something terrible going on at Reed Villa. The guards—they’re gone, and there were gunshots. I don’t k
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