George Point of ViewAfter Trent left, I was frozen right in my seat. His quick departure left me unsettled; however, I didn't ask him what was wrong; I have enough on me to deal with already; my world has obviously fallen apart, and I needed everyone's bit of focus to get it fixed. I took a quick glance at the half-empty glass of wine on the table. The dark liquid swirled in the glass as if mirroring the disaster in my head. I took a deep breath, picked up the glass, and gulped it down my throat, letting the bitterness burn my throat. it still didn't help. Nothing was helpful anymore. I trapped my keys from the table and tossed them right in my hand as I stood up and walked to my car. The street was blurred as I drove back to the hotel where I had lodged. My once lavish estate wasn't mine any longer, and my company had been taken away from me. The pressure of everything pressed down heavily on my chest. The hotel loomed into view; it's towing offered a little comfort. As I parked
Donovan Points of View I couldn't stop laughing when George stormed up towards me outside Reed Enterprises demanding his company back, his audacity was top notch, I couldn't believe he could stand in my presence and think he still has some leverage left. It was indeed laughable. His company? It was a more fantasy. Reed Enterprises was mine now, it's legally and practically mine. "Your company?" I repeated as I allowed the words hung in the air like they were absurd. "George, you don't have a company anymore. It's all gone and you know. Everything belongs to me now" I said, still couldn't stop laughing. His face immediately turned red, anger was well obvious in it. His hands folding up into fists at his sides. "You have no right, Donovan" He growled. "I am warning you. Just don't push me" He added, his face contorted with annoyance. I chuckled hard as I tried to savour his frustration. "Warn me? You? George? You are nothing but a man clinging to scraps I have allowed you to keep.
Pete Point of View When I got a call from Trent to start searching for Lenore. I knew immediately that something was wrong. Why now? Or all time. It's been months since Lenore disappeared, and you asked me to start searching for her now. However, I acted loyal, just like the loyal man he knew, and I agreed to start the search immediately, and I told him I would keep him updated, but deep down in my mind, I knew I wouldn't do anything; I wouldn't even lift a finger. And if I eventually found or had any leads, I wouldn't tell him the truth? Why would I? I wasn't just his driver anymore; I was someone he trusted the most; however, the irony of it was that I was nothing but a complete betrayal hiding in plain sight. For months now, I have been living a quite double life. By the day, you were Pete, a reliable guy Trent could count on any day and anytime. However, in darkness, I was something entirely; I was Yvonne's secret lover. This started a few months ago when Yvonne had reached ou
YVONNE POINT OF VIEW I was still contemplating what I would do with the bastard girl of things called Janet. I couldn't believe she could suddenly become a horn in my flesh, and I really needed to figure out how I would deal with her. I couldn't believe that she of all people could threaten me. Me! If she ever thought that she would blackmail me and get away with it, she was definitely mistaken. I paced around my lavish living room; my heels and my designer shoes were clicking against the marble floor as my mind raced with the plans to shut Janet up forever. She had already known too much, which made her dangerous. I detested loose ends, and Janet was obviously one of them. And before I could process my thoughts further, my phone buzzed and Pete's call came in. A smile suddenly crawled into my face as I saw his name on the screen, Pete, My Pete. When I first laid my eyes on Pete, I had never imagined someone like him, and ordinary Trent's driver could ever make me feel different
Donovan Point Of ViewAs I sat across Trent, staring at him with a calm expression, even though inside I was already thinking about the future. We have been business partners for years now, and although I have never been the most ambitious, even in front of him, he wasn't aware that I was the one pulling the string behind the scenes. I worked really hard to get to the moment—the exact moments where Knight Industries would be mine. Trent was a fool. Too blind to see that all he had built could be taken away from him in a blink of an eye; however, I wasn't going to rush anything. I had already put everything in motion."Trent," I said as I leaned forward and kept my voice smooth and reasonable. "You and I have been business partners for years now, and I have always respected what you have done with Knight Industries; however, the situation has changed now, and I really can't let Knight Industries fall apart. You have to work so hard to allow it to crumble and fall into bankruptcy, and
Yvonne's Point of View I relaxed my back in my seat as I felt some extreme calmness way over me immediately I ended the call with Mr. Donovan, and I realized there was nothing to worry about again; Mr. Donovan would take care of that bastard. Janet had already made her demand and I knew Mr. Donovan would handle her well and I don't have to get my hands dirty with someone like her. I realized it was more convenient to allow Mr. Donovan to do the work and take care of any loose ends instead. My thoughts kept roaming about; however, I had another thing that I needed to take care of immediately. Pete had called me earlier and sent the life location of where he had seen Lenore. And I couldn't wait to hold the girl and slap her across the face. I started the car again and headed straight towards the mall. my mind was focusing on the task at hand, and I needed to stay sharp, especially now that things were beginning to get complicated; there was no more time to waste. When I got to the m
Lenore Point of ViewAs I stepped into my car and we drove off from the mall, my thoughts kept reverberating on the lady that had approached me in the mall. Her words kept playing in my mind. "Where have you been? Did you run away?" The way she said it startled at me, especially her tube and her insistence made me quite unsettled. She had spoken like she knew me very personally, like we shared the past together; however, I didn't know her, and I didn't think I had met her before, not her face, not her voice or anything at all about her. Probably it was just a case of mistaken identity; she had mistook me for someone else; she had thought I resembled someone she knew, especially the way she had looked at me; it was so deeper. Her gaze spoke about something different, almost accusatory, like I had done something terribly to her. I sincerely had no idea who she was, and her presence kept lingering in my mind like a shadow I couldn't shake off. I shook my head and tried to push her thou
Trent Point of ViewThe pressure on my shoulder was relieved slightly as I leaned back in my chair. I signed deeply. Merging Knight Industries with Donovan Group wasn't what I really wanted, but it was just the only option available to save Knight Industries from collapsing and running bankruptcy. The company had been life's hard work. The legacy of my father and also my pride, I wouldn't allow it to face shame and crumble before my very eyes. However, I had to console myself that the arrangements for merging Knight Industries with Donovan Group weren't forever; it was just temporarily. Once the company regained it's footing and was stable again, I planned to purchase back the shares of Mr. Donovan and regain full control of my company. It might take time, effort and patience, but I had no intentions at all of allowing a temporary setback to define me or Knight Industries. Even after I had felt relieved about the merging and that Knight Industries was saved again. My thoughts kept 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