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
Lenore's Point of ViewAs I sat in the back seat of Trent’s car, my mind raced. My phone kept buzzing with notifications. The news was everywhere—people were saying Knight Industries was falling apart. It was unbelievable, and people’s comments were even worse.“Trent, look at this,” I said, holding my phone up so he could see.He glanced at it, and his face darkened. “Whoever started this has done serious damage.”“What can we do?” I asked, feeling the fear rise inside me.“We are going to find out who is behind this, and fast,” he replied. Without wasting a second, he dialed a number. “I want to know who published that fake news,” he said firmly. “Find out right now.”---When we arrived at Knight Industries, Trent went straight to his office and opened his laptop. He was bombarded with emails. His face grew more serious with each one he read.“They are all pulling out,” he muttered. “Our partners… they’re withdrawing their deals.”I felt a cold run through my spine. “What can I do
Lenore POV “Lenore, how did this happen?” Trent asked, his voice was low however it was firm as he sat on the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth to respond to him, but I did not even know how to explain. My mind was filled with different thoughts, and my body ached in ways I couldn’t understand. “I… I don’t know,” I finally said in a low tone, trying to piece together the events of the night. Before Trent could utter any more words, the door was wide opened, and Yvonne stormed in. Her sharp eyes moved aggressively at Trent and I. “Well, isn’t this just infuriating?” she sneered. “I always knew you had a plan, Lenore. Coming into Knight Industries as a secretary? You were aiming for this all along,” she said coldly and her Her words stung to my body high. But I didn't have the energy to argue. I tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through me, and I winced, falling back. That’s when I noticed the blood on my thighs. My heart sank hard as I became obvious of what had happened
Lenore POVI stood my ground, as I stared deeply at Yvonne. “She called me a harlot, Trent. That is why I slapped her.”Trent looked at me, a genuine surprise written all over his face. “Yvonne, is this true?” he asked, his tone was sharp but calm.Yvonne scoffed as her arms crossed on her chest. “I never said that. I only told her that she didn’t belong here. Is that such a crime?” She gave him a look of mock innocence.“She is lying,” I responded firmly, my voice was shaking with anger. “She insulted me first. She always does.”Trent turned to me, his brows furrowed. “Lenore, you need to stop creating unnecessary drama. Even if she said something hurtful, you should have used words to defend yourself, not violence.”I stared annoyingly at him in disbelief. “You’re saying I should have cursed her back instead of slapping her?”“Yes,” he said firmly, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.My hands clenched into fists. “Well, let me tell you something, Trent. If she ever ca
When I got back to the hotel room, my mind was racing. I quickly turned off my tablet and took a long, deep breath and I grabbed my phone and typed a message to my father:“Father, is it true that you ran away because you were bankrupt? Is it also true that you only have 20% shares left in Reed Enterprises? And… is it true that I am not your biological daughter? Please tell me the truth.*I stared at the message for a long time before i eventually press the send button. A breeze of anxiety overwhelmed me as I put the phone down. Would he reply? Did he even care? “Someday,” I muttered to myself. “I will get my answers someday.”But waiting was not an option. I needed answers now. And the only place I could think of to find them was Reed Villa. If my father had left any clues about the bankruptcy or my past, they would be in his room. I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the hotel. Within minutes, I arrived at Reed Villa. The tall iron gates looked intimidating, but I held my head high
The following morning, I was woken up by the ray of sun that penetrated through the window of the hotel I lodge, I felt quite some pains all over my body from the stress I went through yesterday, from Trent Issues to Mr. Donovan. I quickly struggled hard and jumped out of the bed to the bathroom where I splashed some cold water right onto my face. "Lenore," I said to myself in a very quiet tone. "you can't continue to run forever. You need answers."My thoughts immediately walked back to Reed Villa. Mr. Donovan’s presence, the guards, his cryptic words, and all made my head spin in disbelief. And then, there was my father. Why was he not responding to my messages? What exactly was wrong with my father. I sat firmly on the bed and I held my phone tightly to my body. Finally, I decided to take action. I immediately dialed my childhood friend, Sophia’s line and she eventually picked up after a few rings."Lenore?" she said, sounding surprised. "It’s been so long! Are you okay?"I hesi
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