(SOFIA’S POV)I froze, shock flooding my entire system like ice water. My eyes widened and I feared they would fall out of their sockets, and my breath paused in my heart, making it hard to breathe properly.The scene felt eerily familiar; by this time, the power dynamics seemed to have changed drastically. More like the tables had turned.Rebecca suddenly broke into my thoughts, her voice filled with mockery. "This is our boss, and owner of this place, Arielle Meyers. You can talk to her and I'm sure she will tend to you."My shock doubled as I looked from Rebecca to Arielle. Boss? How come? The last time I checked, Arielle was a mere head chef. When did she grow to the point of owning a restaurant as large as this one? No, this had to be a joke targeted to mess with my head, and I won't let it."You pathetic liar," I growled.The smirk on Arielle's face grew even wider, as she turned to Jared. "What do you think, Mr Smith?"I used that brief moment to take in her looks, and my heart
(JARED'S POV) When Arielle had left with the man on shades, I hadn't really paid attention to him, but now, as they made for the exit door, I couldn't help but stare. One would think I was staring at Arielle, but In reality, I was focused on the burly man. Now this wasn't about me feeling jealous about another man being in such proximity with her, but because something about that man nagged at my guts, sparking a feeling of suspicion. His imposing figure, the dark shades, the rugged aura around him–it all seemed too familiar, like a pattern. I watched them reach the door, my thoughts now tangled with not only how to deal with Sofia but also with a growing unease about the man walking beside Arielle. At the door, Arielle turned and our eyes met briefly. I felt a spark of electricity flow through me, and for a moment, everything else faded as I stared into those warm brown eyes. And then she was gone, walking out through the door. I turned back to Sofia, but before I could say a w
(ARIELLE'S POV) "Goodness, why did I miss such a show?" Ashley exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement. She was in my office with Rebecca, as we recounted the encounter with Sofia earlier. "You needed to see the look on her face when she discovered Arielle was the owner of the restaurant. It was even worse than when Arielle walked in with Jared. Worst of all, Jared broke their engagement right there," Rebecca said, her voice dramatic and a little exaggerated. Being her usual chatty self, she did most of the narration. After the encounter with Sofia, I returned to my office feeling satisfied and fulfilled. The look on her face was priceless, and I'd do anything to see that look over and over again. Gone were the days when I was scared of her, and avoided her troubles. Now was a new era, and I'd mete out to people the same treatment they meted out to me, either in the past or now, the present. Also, I had sent for Rebecca and Ashley because I was expecting someone –a Mr St
(SOFIA’S POV)I turned round another street corner, my mind occupied with nothing but pure rage and hurt at the way things turned out moments ago. Did it really take nothing for my whole life to collapse underneath me? Only after leaving the restaurant did I realize that I had left my car behind. I didn't bother going back to get, but kept moving. I had to get rid of this pain in my heart else it might choke me, and the only means that came to mind was to walk it off. “Our engagement has been cut off…,” I heard Jared's words resounding in my head like an unhealthy alien echo.I could still picture the look of satisfaction on Arielle’s face after he’d so easily dismissed me with the most convenient excuse.“ I can’t deal with your public embarrassment and obnoxious attitude anymore…”How convenient for him, I thought to myself. Before today, I’d been pretty sure he loved me for ‘being fierce and very expressive’. I dashed my foot against a loose cobblestone and the pain shot up my bo
(ARIELLE’S POV) After the awkward interview with Stephen Stone — which Rebecca and Ashley didn’t stop teasing me for, I stepped out of the restaurant to get Maverick from school. If traffic and the weather were forgiving I’d make it just in time to redeem myself for picking him up late. I hurried out of the restaurant into the car, grateful to Big Joe as he held an umbrella over both our heads. “Thank you,” I nodded gratefully to him, once I was settled in the comfort of the car. “Please move as fast as you can,” I instructed, after letting out a tired sigh. “Of course.” Thankfully, the rain had let down into a soft drizzle by the time we arrived at Maverick’s school. I was lucky to spot an ice cream van in the corner and I said a little prayer of thanksgiving at the universe’s decision to gift me a chance to redeem myself with my baby. I didn’t plan on letting him down on my first day picking him up from school. Usually, my mother would fuss over doing it, since he resumed ki
(JARED’S POV) “I hope I’ve made myself clear? Because I won’t be as nice the next time!” Arielle’s mother hissed through gritted teeth. One look at the fire in her eyes and I knew right away that she wasn’t joking about her threat. The spot where her palm has struck my cheek stung like it had been doused with a generous amount of boiling oil. I looked past her and at Arielle. There was a brief look of pity on her face before her expression steeled into hostility. I looked away in embarrassment, holding a hand up to my face. “Of course, ma’am ,” I nodded, my eyes fixed on the ground as I slowly backed away from them. I’d hardly taken three steps backwards before Arielle’s mother stormed past me, guiding the boy with one hand. My eyes trailed their movement, briefly making contact with boy’s as his grandmother pulled him into a waiting car just outside the school premises. When I turned around to face Arielle, I found she’d somehow slipped past me while I had my back turned to her
JARED’S POV)I killed the engine of my car and sat still, deep in thought. There was a battle raging in my head as I sat in the car space. I stole a glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Arielle’s mother’s fingers were still clearly imprinted on my face like an awful tattoo born from the handiwork of a wack tattooist.Maybe it was the heaviness in my heart or the helplessness painted in the mark on my face. But somehow, I finally let out an exasperated sigh as I stepped out of the car. I walked over to the front door and gently let myself in.Walking into the sitting room, I was stunned to find my mother seated on the couch, obviously waiting for me.From all obvious indications, she was waiting up for me to air her mind about something, because the instant I stepped into the house, she leaped up from the sofa to speak. I watched her expression shift from firm to hesitant then to shocked, right before my eyes.“Oh my God! Jared. What happened to you?” she asked in concern as
(ARIELLE’S POV)I sat across from Mom at the dinning table. We’d just put Maverick to bed and decided to stay up a little longer just to catch up on each other’s days while we shared a bowl of fresh fruit salad.“It’s getting so overwhelming doing this on my own, mum. I mean, with things like today happening, I’m so afraid for my baby. What if he decides to show up again?” I asked in despair, avoiding the sound of his name like a plague. But my mother caught on regardless.“I tell you, that evil heartbreaker has the heavens to thank that I didn’t do more than I did to him today! Oh, how I’d have loved to dent his face even deeper,” my mother scoffed in disgust.“Well, I’m glad you didn’t. I wouldn’t want the police taking my mother away for assault,” I teased.“Oh please. They’d agree with me that he deserves whatever he gets from me by the time I'm done explaining to them all that he did to you,” she maintained.“What if he asks about his father? He’s growing older, mum. That questio
(ARIELLE’S POV)When Jared finally answered my call, I could sense the stress he was already going through from his voice."Arielle, I'm in the middle of something. Can I call you back?"I hesitated, unsure how to approach this. The news still echoed in my mind, and I could barely find the words. "I… just saw the news," I chose to ignore the part where I had heard his confession, trying to focus on what really mattered. "What's going on?"He sighed, and I could almost hear him rubbing his temples. "Everything's fine. It's just a misunderstanding. My PR team will handle it, and by tomorrow, no one will remember this made-up story."His words were a little reassuring. I tried not to stress him further, not wanting to add to his stress. "I'm not worried about you; I'm just afraid this will affect our son's open day.""Don't worry,” He smiled softly, “I have everything under control. The Open Day will go smoothly, and this scandal will blow over," he assured me.I nodded, even though he c
(Jared’s POV)I knew I had to get out of here before the situation grew worse. The frenzy was growing by the seconds, with Sofia's mother still yelling and weeping, throwing accusations at me left and right.I tried to step away amidst the crowd of reporters swarming around me, but they were relentless, shoving the mics close to my mouth, asking questions, and urging me to answer "Mr. Smith, is it true you drove your fiancee to attempt suicide?" One reporter asked, her voice loud and accusatory.“No. That’s not true.” I refuted simply, struggling to keep my composure. Every word I spoke felt like it was being twisted, and the situation was only getting worse. The best choice was to shut up.I pulled out my phone, my jaw clenched in frustration and anger. I didn’t know what the Golds were playing at, but they wouldn’t get away with this. If they thought they could destroy my reputation with lies and scandal, they were gravely mistaken.Oliver picked up on the first ring. “What can I d
(JARED'S POV) “Ma’am, you need to quiet down. You’re drawing so much attention to us,” Tiana rushed over to restrain her. “Let them hear! Let the world hear, Jared Smith, you wicked man!” Sofia’s mother screamed, her voice raw with grief and fury. “It’s your fault my daughter is in that ICU, fighting for her life! If anything happens to her, I swear to God, you will pay for this!” Her words were like a slap, each one stinging with a venom. I took a step back, trying to keep my own voice steady, trying to keep control. “Come on, ma’am, this isn’t the time for this. This isn’t the place for this kind of conversation.” “I’ll speak my mind whenever I damn well please, Jared!” she spat, her face twisted with anger. It was then that I saw him—the man standing at her side. Sofia’s father. I had no idea he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be recovering from his illness? What was he doing here, in the same hospital as Sofia? Sofia’s father took off the oxygen mask he’d been holding against
(JARED’S POV.)The room was still covered in a cloud of smoke. I stood in a state of confusion, unsure whether to start cleaning the kitchen from the pan on the floor or the lump of burnt ginseng lying on the other side of the kitchen. Then there was the cooktop to clean out.Arielle shook her head and opened the windows wider to let out the smoke.“Oh yeah,” I cursed under my breath and beat her to open the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard.“What were you even cooking?” she asked, with an amused smile.“I was trying to cook some soup,” I replied like a child caught doing something silly.Dwayne, unbothered by the chaos, continued preparing his Caesar salad. “I told him to stick to stocks and shares, but he didn’t listen,” he chuckled, clearly finding this whole thing amusing.“This is all funny to you, right? Well, it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t riled me up I’d have kept my focus on the pan and none of this would have happened,” I pointed at him accusingly.Dwayne shr
(JARED’S POV)I couldn’t quite put what I was doing in the kitchen into the adequate words, but I felt my way through it. I pulled out a pan from the cupboard above me and placed it down on the cooktop. Moments later, Dwayne shuffled into the room.Arielle had fallen asleep on our watch— more like she’d asked us to give her space to rest from our bickering. It was always Dwayne instigating fights and bickering.“You’re not given up on seeking me out, huh?” I said to him with a little eye roll.He let out a scoff and walked past me to the other end of the kitchen. “You wish. I’m here for something better. You’re not worth my time,” he said.I bit back a sharp retort and pretended his words hadn’t sent a convulsing sting down my spine. He was clearly in the kitchen for some silly competition. But I was more than ready for him this time. Arielle was yet to touch either of our flasks which were cooling away in the fridge somewhere. So technically, we didn’t have any place making more food
(ARIELLE’S POV)I turned in my sleep. My left side was beginning to hurt from lying on it for too long. Morning sounds floated around me, and I dated a peek out the open window from my lying position. The lights hit my eye with such harshness that I shut them back and willed myself to go back to sleep. I was very grateful to be lying on my own bed, in my own room, under my own roof, far away from the smell of disinfectant and air freshener laced with a myriad of medicine smells. I felt nauseous at the mere thought. This felt good— being back in my room felt good.But apparently, fate had other plans because almost immediately I settled in for another round of sleep, the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house filled my ears and chased away whatever little tranquility I was trying to savor.The ringing didn’t stop no matter how hard I tried to will it away into nonexistence. I let out a weak sigh and gently threw the bed covers off my body. I swung my legs down to the floor wit
(DWAYNE’S POV)I paused in my tracks as I took some moment to take in the sight before me. Arielle was sitting up on the bed, while Jared sat at the foot, feeding her. Scanning the room further, I realized there was no sign of Mrs Meyers and Maverick.Where could they be? But the sight before me wouldn't let me dwell much on the thought. It was hard to ascertain how I felt at the moment. The scene playing out before me was proof that all my efforts have been wasted. I briefly stared down at the food package in my hand, and for a moment, I wanted to match over to Jared and haul him away from her.That was supposed to be me. How come he was here this early, earlier than I was? From the look of things, it seemed I wasn't the only one who had the plan of returning early to the hospital this morning.If only that traffic that occurred on my way here didn't happen, I probably wouldn't be in this position. And Jared wouldn't be having the time of his life smirking at me triumphantly.“I dou
(JARED'S POV)"Are you in that much hurry to get rid of us?" I asked Maverick, raising a brow as I tried to stifle a grin. He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with more mischief. "Maybe. My mommy needs rest and she doesn't need two bodyguards watching over her."Dwayne and I exchanged puzzled looks. What was this kid saying? We were trying to protect his mother, not guard her like prisoners. As if on cue, Mrs Meyers, who was almost dozing off on her seat, stirred and opened her eyes. She tiredly stretched her arms, and then her eyes landed on us."It's time for you two to leave," she announced, her voice gentle but firm. "You should go home, freshen up, and have a change of clothes and proper meals. I appreciate you both coming, but I just have to insist that you leave."Dwayne and I protested in unison. "We're fine–" but she held up a hand, cutting us off."I mean it, you two. You can't stay here all night. Besides, I'm sure you both have work to attend to tomorrow." She glanced at t
JARED’S POV)I arrived at the office, intent on doing a little work before returning to the hospital. But concentration never felt like a Herculean task like it felt for me today. The more I tried to focus on work, the more my mind remained restless. My thoughts kept drifting back to Arielle, wondering if she was okay. And the other times, it wandered to Oliver, and if he has been able to get the drug from Sofia.Two hours later, as I sat behind my laptop, fiddling with the keys, Oliver returned. "I got the drug," he said, his face in a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him.I sat up in my chair, my eyes conveying my curiosity. "That easy?" I asked, my tone skeptical.He sighed, taking a seat in front of my desk. "Miss Sofia refused at first–wouldn't even open the door," he explained. "But then Miss Tiana intervened, spoke to her privately for a while and that did the trick because the next minute, she walked out smiling, the drug in her hand."I frowned, my eyes dilat