The news of the company's collapse spreads like wildfire, and the media is quick to catch on to the story.George has disappeared since the meeting that day and has refused to give any interviews.These days, I become the center of attention, the subject of countless discussions and debates. Some praise me for my courage and determination, while others condemn me for my heartlessness and lack of loyalty.I realize now that revenge has not brought me the peace I sought. It hasn't healed the wounds in my heart, nor has it brought back my child. It has only added more pain and suffering to the world.I mourn not only for the loss of my child but also for the person I have become—a person who let hatred and revenge take control of her life.I never wanted to be this person, but circumstances and pain led me down this path. I'm left grappling with the consequences of my choices and wondering if there's any way to find redemption and forgiveness.In the aftermath of my revenge, I am left wi
Vivian’s POV…I hurry down the street, ignoring George. My legs are shaking, and my pulse is pulsating rapidly. The encounter with George has left me shaken and heartbroken. I can't believe he still prioritizes Megan over everything else, even his own child. It's as if all those days we spent together meant nothing to him.I hate him. Anger and resentment well up inside me as I think about the time I wasted loving him. I feel disappointed in myself for not seeing his true nature sooner. If only I had walked away from him earlier, maybe I wouldn't be in this painful situation now.I have been feeling guilty these days, thinking I have done wrong with him and his company. But after talking to him I realize that he deserves it. I did nothing wrong.I wipe the tears that trickle down my face. I make a vow to myself to forget about George, to let go of the pain he caused me, and to start anew without his shadow hanging over me.A car pulls over beside me.“Vivian…”I pause and turn to look
The day of the party…Michael’s POV…I am nervous and excited all at once. Tonight, I am going to introduce Vivian to everyone as my fiancée. This is a sweet and joyous moment in my life. Finally, our journey is going to start together.Vivian is ready to move on with me. Although it is difficult for her to forget her horrible past, she is trying, and this is enough for me. I believe she will soon get over George and accept me fully.As I wait for her in the hall, my excitement is growing. I don’t know if she likes the dress I sent her this morning. I wanted to give her the best, so I picked the most expensive one in town. My curiosity is growing with every passing moment, and I pace up and down, my gaze moving to her room.Creak…I halt as I hear the sound of the door opening. My heart skips a beat as I see her come out. I can’t believe my eyes.Vivian looks stunning, with the dress draping elegantly over her curvy form. I feel like she is a character from a fairytale. The dress has
It is almost midnight when Michael drops me off at my apartment. Nowadays, he lives in his family mansion. So he is leaving. But his eyes linger on me, asking me to stop him.Michael's fingers gently brush against my cheek. His eyes are filled with longing, and I can feel the warmth of his affection.I am aware of his desire, but I am not yet ready for intimacy with him. So, I don’t stop him."Good night," he says.He passes his fingers through his hair and turns to leave. I reach out and stop him before he leaves. Our hands intertwine, and I pull him closer, my heart racing with a mixture of emotions. I press my lips against his. His embrace tightens, and I can sense the depth of his feelings for me.As I continue kissing him, I find myself growing more confident in my decision. Michael has been patient, understanding, and supportive throughout our journey together, and I can see the love in his eyes. I know that he will be a devoted partner.Breaking the kiss, I murmur softly agains
A week has passed in peace. George has stopped bothering me since that night. I am relieved, hoping he will not come to me again. Michael and his parents are excited about the upcoming engagement.We are getting engaged next month. I'm uncertain if I'm doing the right thing, but I know I need to move forward. I can’t let my past ruin my present and future.Michael is a good man. Most importantly, he likes me and is willing to do anything for me. I can’t let him down.I have been occupied with planning the engagement party with Michael lately. Finally, I get the time for shopping.Michael wanted to accompany me, but he received an urgent call and left for the office. So, I am heading to the mall to shop on my own.The mall is bustling with shoppers, each engrossed in their own errands and pursuits. I try to focus on the task at hand while navigating through the crowd. Despite the cheerful atmosphere around me, encountering Megan has left a sour taste in my mouth.I don’t want to see he
"Leave me alone, you motherfucker," Megan yells as one man drags her out.I look at the tall figure approaching me, my body trembling in dread. The man yanks at my arm and pulls me up, hauling me out as if my body is weightless.As I step out of the small compartment, my eyes widen in shock and fear as I take in the sight before me. The dim lighting inside the container did not prepare me for the harsh brightness of the outside world. The glaring sun reflects off the metal shipping containers, intensifying the already sweltering heat of the dockyard.The vast area is filled with rows upon rows of containers, creating a maze-like landscape. The dockyard itself seems abandoned, with only a few armed men patrolling the area. Their stern expressions and the guns they carry send a shiver down my spine, making me realize the dangerous situation I am in.I glance back at the container from which I emerged, realizing that this is where they have been keeping us."George…" Megan shouts and wri
My heart races with worry and relief. He is drenched in water, likely from using a fire extinguisher or finding some other way to protect himself from the flames. I'm amazed and grateful that he had the courage to come after me, even risking his own safety.His eyes meet mine with a mixture of concern and determination. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around me, shielding me from the heat and flames as much as he can. The sound of crackling fire and sirens fills the air around us, but at that moment, it feels like everything else fades away."Vivian, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry."I am now," I manage to say, tears of relief streaming down my cheeks.I sob, leaning into his embrace. It is only at this moment that I notice he is dripping with water. I don’t know how he came to know that I had been kidnapped. I don’t know how he finds me either. All I feel is relief and confidence that I am no longer in danger.He removes his wet jacket and drapes it
I stir, open my eyes, and look around my surroundings, only to see white walls all around me. I am lying on a hospital bed. I have no idea how long I have been sleeping."Thank goodness, you are all right," he murmurs as he holds me close, his hands gently rubbing my back. His concern is evident, and I can't help but feel grateful to have him by my side."How long have I been sleeping?" I inquire, trying to piece together the events that led me to this hospital bed. My memory is foggy, and I only have fragmented recollections of passing out on the way back home because of fear and exhaustion."Almost eight hours," he replies, his eyes locked on mine. "I was so scared. I sat here the whole time, waiting for you to wake up."His care and devotion touch my heart, and I smile to reassure him. "I am fine now... feeling refreshed," I say, even though my body still feels shaken from the ordeal.Michael smiles back, his gaze tender as he cups my face. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on m