ELLA'S POVThe day was weighed down a bit more than I had anticipated, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, I couldn't shake that feeling that something was off. I sat at the window in the office of the event planner, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of the chair. The soft hum of conversation from the receptionist's desk filled the air, but my mind wandered elsewhere. Something about today gnawed at me, like a splinter I couldn't reach.It was probably the pressure. I mean, how could it not be? Madame Browne had thrown every possible obstacle in my way, from delayed vendors to last-minute changes. She wasn't trying to make this event hard; she wanted me to fail.I hit the screen once more, refreshing the log of missed calls. I had tried Xavier earlier in the hope of hearing his voice, but the call went straight to his assistant, who gave me a vague reply about him being busy. No surprise there. Xavier was always busy, but somewhere inside, a part of me hoped he would
MADAME BROWNE'S POVThere was just something so satisfying about a well-plananed plan executed. The evening light bathed the dining room in soft glow, glinting off the crystal glass in my hand as I swirled the wine lazily. The ruby liquid moved silky-smooth, and I let a small, satisfied smile curl my lips. Victory always had a sweet taste-like aged Bordeaux on the tongue, smooth and full-bodied, just the way I liked it.Across the table, Ella chatted along, completely oblivious to the storm working its way toward her. She sat straight-backed, her expression that perfect blend of professionalism and charm. Poor girl. She thought she was in control, thought this dinner meant she was on top of things. Really, it humored me just how confident she looked, just how easy it was for her to so ardently believe she was the one holding the reins.I sipped my drink lazily, feeling the complex flavors cascade over my palate. Ella was talking in that special decisive tone that was so singularly her
CHAPTER 112ELLA'S POV The air changed the instant I stepped foot inside the room, I took a warm sip from the coffee cup in my hands. The hot coffee stung my tongue as I walked towards the table at the edge of the room. On the table was the laptop and the instrument I was going to use in planning the event. I sat on the chair and began typing, my fingers clicked the keyboards in a swift rhythm. The receding sound of keyboard clicking echoed against my ears as I ran my gaze against the screen just one last time.The preparations had gone exactly as planned. The vendors had been reached out to and the event was going to be in full swing. Sarah had been nice to me and I fell really released to have her on my team. She was trustworthy, kind and professional. I entrusted the catering of the event in her hand. I was also going to offer my supervision in other to make sure things went as planned. I ran my fingers into my curls as I settled into the high neck swivel chair, pain revolving a
ELLA'S POVThe D-Day to the president's birthday was fast approaching. I had inspected the preparations and today, I was going to be finishing it all of with one last preview. Sarah, the event planner I had hired had already done most of the work. The florists had been booked and in just two days from now, the party was going to hold. I felt relieved, there wasn't a chance of the event falling apart now.In my hands was the notebook in which I had jotted down the sequence of events that would be showcased on the president's birthday. My gaze roved over the list, the introduction down to the closing. I had everything all sorted out and I could finally let loose a little. I felt releaved, the stress rolled out of me in free gasps. I had jotted my ideas and the layouts for the event in the book in my palms. The event’s running was in safe hands and I couldn't feel any more safer.A knock rang on the door, I heard a calling voice following it almost immediately. I paused what I was doin
ELLA'S POV My fingertips traced the breakfast table’s edges. I flashed a glance at Madame Browne before turning my gaze to the food served. On the plate were some some french toast beside some well drizzled avocados.The aroma of the food did nothing to arouse my hunger rather it drove an unknown reverberation of dread in my veins. The air in the room was hot, hot from the tension exuded by Madame Browne's scrutinizing gaze.I fiddled in my sit, my teeth clenched. Something wasn't right, I could tell. The way she quickly turned her gaze away from me, the way she acted all goody two shoes. All of this was not the usual attitude of Madame Browne— not even on a good day.Running the event was going to be a pain in the neck especially with this new act Madame Browne was pulling. It was almost ‘weird’ how Ivy's caretaker disappeared just the morning Madame Browne had decided to be a kind aunt to Ivy.I knew all to well that this was one of her plans to make him deviate from the event. But
MADAME BROWNE'S POV “Bye Ivy, I trust that your loving ‘aunt’ over here will take care of you just… no, more than I will. I have to get back to work.” My fists clenched tightly at her words. How dare her? I watched her rise from the chair and swivel before walking out of the room. I could tell from her stride that she was up to something— something beyond the confines of my plan.I planned on boycotting her interest in running in the event, to make her feel caught in between the treacherous waters of running the event and being a more active mother (which she already was). I wanted to get under her skin as usual, to make her feel guilty of not being there enough for her daughter.Earlier today, I had visited Ivy's room before she woke up and dismissed her assigned caretaker to butter up things for my plan. But shockingly, it didn't work. This was the first time someone had trampled on my mind trick, well, if only Ella knew of the huge lot going on behind her back she wouldn't thin
ELLA'S POV I was halfway typing on my laptop when I received a call. My fingers paused, the warm clicking sound of my fingers against the keyboard fading into thin air. I frowned, my gaze flickering over to the vibrating figure of my phone.I stretched my fingers and grasped it. I was shocked to see the call was from one of the vendors I had chosen for the florist job. I hesitated for a second before I swiped ‘accept’ to pick up the call.“Hello,” I said, my voice laced with soft, yet effortless concern. I waited for a second before the caller, the florist, replied, “Hello Ms. Ella.”I could sense the remorse in her tone, the way her voice quivered and the loophole of silence that bridged her words. “Are you okay?” I asked, my brows furrowed.I waited for anoth second before the caller’s voice chimed again, “I am very well okay miss,”“I actually called to tell you that we will no longer be able to take control over the event anymore for some reasons.” Her voice beamed over the line.
ELLA'S POV Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight that was about to grace my eyes. There, on the screen of my phone was three message. I tapped my finger on the notification, my mind going into a state of panic.Displayed on my phone's screen were messages from the three different vendors I'd hired to cater for the event. First was from Sarah, the event host whose message read, “Hello Ms. Ella, I'm calling to tell you we won't be able to host your event due to some personal reasons best known to us. We apologize for any inconveniences caused, the base payment will be refunded as soon as possible.”My heart skipped a beat. First was with the floristnd now this? I wiped my fingers over my eyes to make sure I was reading the image just right. No.This can't be happening.Not at this time. The president's birthday was just two days away. They can't just bail out on me like that. Not at this daring moment.My chest tightened as I grasped the hem of my gown anxiously.
XAVIER'S POV I wasn't supposed to feel for her. The emotions I ended up showing crashed into me like a tidal wave. Even now, I still couldn't get myself to believe it. I was about to do it. I was about to do something I never believed would be possible.I was about to show Madame Browne sympathy. I was about to offer her the one thing she didn't offer me over the years. Sympathy. Even the thought of it I was nerving. I had to admit that. Hugging her was weird. Having her sob over my suit was weird and to say the truth, all of this was weird.Madame Browne wasn't the type of lady to cry. No. She was far different from that. She was the kind of lady who's character could be adapted into the role of a villain In a movie, a book perhaps. I was used to her being the evil person and this level of vulnerability was seemingly alarming.I couldn't bring myself to believe the one woman who single handedly made my life a living hell was about to confess to all her crimes to not just the police
THE PRESIDENT'S POV “What's the information she brought?” As Xavier said the words, my expression dimmed and I turned my gaze in Madame Browne's direction. I darted my gaze in her direction and as I caught a sight of her body frame, my face twisted into a tight frown.My jaws clenched and so did my fists. Something about all of this didn't feel right. But… I just had no choice but to believe her. Madame Browne stood at the other end of the room. Her legs were as shaky as a winter leaf and cold beads of swart clung to her forehead.Her eyes moved over to catch my gaze and as our eyes met, I tried to catch any glimpse of emotion but I found nothing. Well, nothing but the bright gleam of anticipation in her eyes. Something told me this was the beginning of a dark future. I could feel it but I just wasn't sure.Madame Browne was a trickster. It was in her nature and you never might know when she told the truth. I used to be able to read through all her tactics but this time around, it w
XAVIER'S POV I woke up to the soft warmth of Ella’s body curled against mine. For a rare moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the peace. The curve of her body against mine, the way her breathing remained steady—it filled me with calmness. But duty never slept, and neither could I.For a fleeting moment, time seemed to slow, allowing me to simply exist in the tranquillity of her presence. The delicate scent of her lavender shampoo clung to her dark hair, a familiar and soothing aroma that filled my senses. I almost didn't want to get up from her side, knowing she might be the only semblance of calmness in my life today, but I had to.Placing a kiss on her hair, I carefully untangled myself from her and slid out of bed. I headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took my bathI was adjusting my tie in the mirror when a soft but firm knock sounded on the door. adjusted my tie in the mirror Who could it be so early in the morning?I padded towards the door, my feet silent on the lush
LUCAS'S POV The neon glow of the city cast long shadows as I watched her disappear into the night. My cigarette burned between my fingers, smoke curling into the air like ghosts of the past. I didn’t move until she was completely out of sight. Only then did I snap my fingers as a signal.A huge tall figure emerged from the darkness, stepping under the pale streetlight. Matteo. He had been an old soldier from back when I was still young —one of the few old ones still breathing. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he was very useful.He was my eyes on the streets, my major source of information, and not for once had he ever been wrong.“Who’s running things now?” I asked, exhaling smoke as I observed his expression.Matteo’s face was lined with years of bloodshed, his dark eyes unreadable. “No one knows, boss. There's a man—he’s got a scorpion tattoo inked onto the back of his hand. Rumours have it that he might be the one.”That gave me pause. "A scorpion?"He nodded once. "We haven’t
MADAME BROWNE'S POV I sat before the gilded vanity in my dimly lit room, carefully applying a shade of crimson to my lips. The reflection staring back at me exuded power, cruelty—a woman who had long since abandoned the silly notions of weakness and kindness. Those were for fools and children. They were nothing more than shackles meant to hold me back, and I had no use for them anymore. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and I refused to be left behind.My eyes gleamed with satisfaction as I traced the outline of my lips, the colour rich like freshly spilt blood. It was fitting. Blood had been spilt before, and more would be spilt againThe world had always been my chessboard, and I had played and would continue to play my pieces well.The soft ring of my phone interrupted my musings and brought me out of my thoughts. I reached for it almost lazily, fully expecting it to be another one of my pathetic underlings grovelling for my attention. But I was surprised as I saw the name flashing on
LUCAS'S POV1 DAY AGO.When the car arrived at the front of my crib which was located deep inside an undeveloped area. I made sure it was unnoticeable. From the outside view, any random stranger would think it was some abandoned building when really it held secrets as dark as night itself.As I stepped out of the car, my men hovered beside me. When we got to the gate, the security guards who were standing at alert confirmed my identity and opened the gate for me to enter. I stepped into the compound and headed directly for the door.I made slow, casual strides towards it and as I finally approached it, I snapped my fingers and my men opened it for me. The door chimed open and I stepped into the soft scent of cherries in the air.I already knew where it was coming from.I darted my gaze in the direction of a lady standing on top of the stage with her body clinging seductively to the stripping pole. The other stripers continued dancing. I was the one who gave them that order. Even when
LUCAS'S POV 1 DAY AGO.“Is the ride ready?” I asked with a calm voice and my assistant flashed me a glance before he beamed, “Yes sir.”“Alright officer, I'll see you soon if you dare spill anything. Claim i broke out of the cell.” I ordered and got up from my chair and paced towards the door.When I got close enough, I grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open. It made a low chime as I stepped out into the hallway and without closing the door, I headed towards the door at the end of the floor. The D.P.O revealed the emergency exit that wasn't guarded to me and I was going to take that path.When I got to the other end of the door, I paused in my tracks and turned to one of my guards who rushed towards the door and opened it. The room I stepped in reeked of odor. It seemed like it hadn't been opened in a long while. I shifted my gaze to one of my men and ordered him, “Go check what's going on in there?”The guard stepped forward and took gentle strides into the room. I waited until he
LUCAS'S POV1 DAY AGOAfter making the call, I waited for a minute before I received another call from my men. They had arrived at the back gate of police station and were waiting patiently for my go ahead. “I don't want a loud hit. I want something low and coded.” I said into the speaker. “What about the people that are going to be ensuring the DPO gets the message clearly?”“They are here boss. We'll make sure he gets the message clearly.” I waited for a while before I thought about it for a while and snapped. “You know what? I'll do it myself.” “Get into his office, beat the hell out of him and then call for me. I'll do the confrontation myself.” I turned out and I heard a corresponding hum from the other end of the phone as I ended the call and turned my gaze back to the sight of the inmates in the room.They were all 3.Each of them had unruly mops of hair on their head, red eyes, shaky breath and a staggering stance. In short, they reeked of poverty, remorse, regret and fear.
President’s PovAT THE MCKINNEY MANSION I watched as my family sat down for breakfast, Madame Brown fussing each and every one of them.“Ivy, darling, do you like your pancakes?” She asked my great- granddaughter.The innocent girl beamed at her. “Yes, I do. Thank you.”“You're welcome, dear. I'll make more for you if you ask me, okay?”Ivy nodded, her smile shy. “Thank you.”The scent of freshly cooked food filled the dining room and teased my nose, but I barely glanced at the spread before me. Madame Browne had taken her seat near me, her hands clasped together, a soft but expectant look on her face. The dishes were warm, inviting, but my stomach twisted at the thought of eating it.I wasn't trustful enough of her to eat from what she had cooked.I made a pretence of drinking from a glass of juice before lowering it back down onto the table. I cleared my throat, picking up my walking stick. “Are you not eating, Grandfather?” Xavier asked and I smiled at him.He was ready dresses f