ELLA'S POV “Ma'am Ella!” A voice beamed and my eyes pulled open. I was right there in the exact same pose as I was last night ith Xavier. His fingers were working their magic when I heard that knock.I flicked my gaze to the door almost immediately as I tugged out if Xavier's embrace. “What are you doing Ella,” He asked but I knew exactly where I was headed.Madeline was knocking.I moved towards the door and before I could get a grip of the door knob to open the door, I felt my eyes close as darkness encircled me. The bright overhead light that once lit up my tracks faded into extinct darkness as my heart started racing.At first I thought it would come as a swift rush of emotions but it wasn't. I felt emotions course through my body as I stayed still, left to wonder— to ponder on steps I could've taken.I tried to open my eyes again, this time, it would all restart but instead of the scene I was expecting, I was met by reality. It crashed into me like a swift blow as a yawn tore t
ELLA'S POV “And why is that?” I asked Xavier as he pulled closer to me and gripped my shoulders. “Why is a visit so important?”I was just about to ask him another question when his voice interrupted mine. Xavier's eyes shifted to me almost immediately, “We have to go meet the lawyer who is a good friend of mine. He will be the one to conduct the fake divorce arrangement. He called me to tell me he won't be available to respond to us if we don't visit today and speak with him before the D-Day.”My brows pulled closer as I stepped forward and I felt the cold air in the room brace my back. “But—”I opened my lips to speak but before I could, Xavier, beamed, “No buts Ella, you have to get ready. When we get back, I'll have you meet Madeline yourself without any intettiption.”As he said the words, his fingers proceeded to run through my hair as he pulled in for a kiss. Our lips locked in fiery kiss of passion and I pulled back to yawn.“Okay,” I nodded and turned as I paced towards the
MADAME BROWNE'S POV ‘Come to the suburbs, Nighties bar, VIP second floor. Don't keep me waiting.’When I stepped out of the vehicle, I knew all hell was about to let loose. The sight in front of me was exhilarating, making my stomach churn as I clutched my purse tighter.The lowlights from the overhead signage washed towards the dimly lit path to the bar. It was just what Lucas described in that text. Nighties bar. I ran my gaze over the texts as I clenched my fists and walked past a series of passersby.Their heads turned in my direction as I inched closer to it. That bar. It was exactly the way he would've liked it. Hidden, secretive and most importantly, cloaked in shadows.I strolled into the entrance and as I paced past the security line, I received a series of hissing calls from the domineering looking men at the bars but I ignored them. I was here to do one thing and I was going to do just that.A few hours ago, I received a text from Lucas telling me to come to this designat
MADAME BROWNE'S POV~The next day~It was finally here. The D-Day.I got up very early and ordered my maids to prepare my bath as I sat back on a high neck swivel chair and watched as the maids scurried about. I could sense their panic as they paced around the room. I could hear it all.Their hitching breaths, their muffled comments and the sound of their heels against the marbled floors.That was exactly what I wanted.I locked my arms and pulled into the soft cushions of the chair. I swiveled on the chair and turned in the direction of the floor to ceiling windows as I stared at them.Displayed on the thick glass texture was a clear shot of the sky topping buildings and a rendition of unattainable wealth. Something felt odd about it all.I could feel it in my bones. It was evident, like an impending storm waiting to wreak havoc. It was… Malice. I was enjoying this, I had to admit it at some point.Today, I'd get Xavier to realize Lucas and I are not in the same caliber as him.To
ELLA'S POV When I stepped into the car, my mind reflected the memory of my confrontation with Madeline yesterday. After the visit with Doctor Huang, the doctor who was going to to be giving us the results of the scan, we went home. The instant we stepped foot into the McKinney mansion, I rushed towards the maid's quarters.I raced down the halls as I finally got to the door and I stretched my fingers and gripped the doorknob. I twisted it and as it pulled open, I caught the sight of bewildered maids.Their gazes swept to my side and I clenched my fists. My chest heaved as I exhaled with a stray droplet of sweat rolling down my forehead. I searched around with my eyes looking for any maid who looked anything like her but couldn't find any.I was so lost in looking for Madeline that I didn't even notice when a maid veered towards my path. Her eyes were shaken with fear and I could almost ear the disheveled array of puffs she exuded when she hovered towards me.“Is anything wrong ma'am?
XAVIER'S POV.When we stepped out of the car, I pulled closer to Ella. Our arms were locked yet she felt distant. Her silence pushed me into thoughts as I stared into her eyes. The golden brown hues of lights from the sun buzzed into the color of her irises as I caught the traces of fear and anxiety in them.Her cheeks were flushed red and seeing her like that also made me tensed. I led the way towards the hospital as Madame Browne and Lucas followed me. Rochelle strutted behind me and with each stride she took, I noticed she tried to pull closer to me.When she finally caught up with me, she stretched her arm as if aiming to lock it with my other arm when I nudged it off. My eyes lit up and she snapped, “You can get as angry as you want Xavier, that doesn't change anything, this baby is yours.”I smirked coldly as I flashed her a scornful stare before speaking. “Mine? I'm sure you're going to have a lot of explanations to make when we get into the doctor's office and he announces the
XAVIER'S POV My heart shook in my chest as my fingers gripped the paper. It rustled under my grip as I shook it and flashed my gaze at the heading. I skimmed through the first few rows of texts as I looked for the result patiently.My chest heaved as a shot of adrenaline surged into my veins. My lashes flustered defensively as I felt my heart beats increase pace erratically. I gripped a handful of my hair as I tried to calm my nerves.I flashed a glance at Ella. I could sense her fear and the bubbling remnants of anxiety in her eyes. I shifted my gaze to the figures by the side of the room. Madame Browne, Lucas and Rochelle were all staring back at me with faces devoid of emotions.Their eyes glistened with a newly formed splurge of darkness, their gazes were chilly as it burned through my flesh effortlessly. I heaved a sigh as I turned my gaze back to the Doctor and I noticed his smile.I wasn't sure what made me take notice of details like this but I couldn't help it. His smile was
XAVIER'S POV When I arrived home, I was overjoyed. Ella was just as ecstatic as me as she giggled and laughed at every chance she received. When we arrived at the stairs, I raised her into my arms in a princess style as I ascended the stairs.Ella chuckled all the way up the stairs and when we arrived at the hallway, I led the way into the hallway. I pushed the buttons when we got there and the door chimed open. We stepped into it and as the door chimed close, we waited for it to open as we couldn't wait to get into the room. I turned my gaze to face Ella as I remarked, “Thank you for believing in me Ella, without you, I wouldn't have been able to come up with this plan and now that we've won, all we have left to do is to celebrate.” She cheered as the door chimed open and I led her into the hallway. We strutted down the rest of the hallway until we arrived at the bedroom, where I released a yell of excitement. Ella joined me too and as our voices blended into a symphony of excitem
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
LUCAS'S POV1 DAY AGO.The air inside the cell room carried a heavy canopy of sweat, remorse and regret which oozed out of the bodies of my bloody inmates.Those bloody motherfuckers.They still hadn't taken their eyes off me for a long time now. Ever since I stepped in, they stole shaky glances at me and would turn the instant I caught them staring. It was clearly obvious they were scared.I mean why wouldn't they be.I had made it clear I was here for one thing. And that was just for the media. You see, the plan was simple. All I had to do was to pose for the media. I had to get them to all believe I was now in jail.I planned on waiting for a week but my sources recommended another week of waiting. Tonight marked the 13th day in this hell hole and the heat wave in there was like I was brought closer to the edge of hell. I knew I was going to go there anytime soon but since I wasn't there yet, I'd prefer it if Lucifer held his horses.The heat in the room licked at my sides as persp
Ella’s POVI stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me.Madame Brown was standing by the stove, cooking. It was the scent of her perfume that had led me here. It was thick in the air, almost clogging.She was stirring something in a pot, her movements deliberate and steady. The soft clinking of utensils against the metal pan filled the silence. The warm scent of breakfast lingered in the air—eggs, butter, something rich and hearty. But none of it settled right with me. This couldn’t be real. It couldn't be. It looked like something from a book of fiction.This was the same woman whose presence once dripped with cruelty. The same woman who had stood by as her husband nearly killed Xavier. The same woman I had feared, the one who had made me question everything about my safety in this house. And now, here she was, dressed in a simple apron, cooking as though she had always belonged in this kitchen, as though she were nothing more than