MR MCKINNEY'S POV As I stretched the wad of cash in Madame Browne's direction, I watched her turn away, swinging her gaze in the direction of the tv. It was obvious she was shocked to find her husband on the screen.He was being featured on the news channel and all his crimes were being listed out. Madame Browne's jaw crashed down momentarily for a moment and in that intense moment, I caught a flicker of rage on her eyes. The edges of my lips pulled into a smile as my eyes darkened.I tightened my grip on the wad of cash in my hands as I fixed my gaze on her. I watched her glare helplessly at the screen with shock plastered over the edges of her botched up face.I heard plastic surgery mostly changes the appearances of people but even though it did justice to her face, I could still see her for who she really was. A demon. A motherfucking demon.She was evil. I had never seen someone as smartly witted as her. She was an evil genius but sadly, her smartness was edged at evil and I ju
ELLA'S POV I was busy making breakfast when I heard the sound of Ivy's voice calling unto me. I turned my gaze from the dishes I was preparing. The soft scent of bacon wafted through the kitchen as I darted my gaze in her direction.Ivy stood by the door frame, her hair packed up into ponytails. She had a dull look on her face and as I glanced at her, I couldn't help it but ask. “What's wrong darling?” My voice sliced through the air as she paced towards me. Once she got closer, I bent over to grab her.I raised her into my arms and as I did that, I heard her tummy rumble. “Oh, I see where the problem is.” I said and turned my gaze back to the bacon. It was now crispy brown meaning it had fully cooked and I didn't need to wait any longer.I walked back to the stools arranged around the kitchen counter and placed Ivy in it. I paced over to the refrigerator and opened it's door. A cold chilly breeze hit me like a gust of wind as I stretched my fingers and grabbed two red apples from th
XAVIER'S POV (Long chapter ahead. The cost of coins might slightly vary from the normal prices but the information conveyed in the chapters are worth it)I sprinted into the hallway hurriedly and as I did that, the low sound of ella’s voice caught my attention but I ignored it and fixed my gaze on the hallway in front of me. Time was ticking and I had to get to the police station quickly. The news I had just received wasn't one that was supposed to be taken lightly. Lucas had escaped prison.Even now, I still found myself struggling to believe it. I wished this was a joke, a prank or some game but it wasn't. Lucas had escaped and that meant a lot of things.For starters, it meant my life was in danger. Ella, ivy and even the president weren't safe. After that day, he was taken directly to jail from the hospital where he was treated. The bullet the president had shot him had rendered some of his veins useless and after some surgery, the doctor's were able to revive it.Ever since I c
MR MCKINNEY'S POV(Long chapter ahead. The cost of coins might slightly vary from the normal prices but the information conveyed in the chapters are worth it) “We are very sorry sir.” The voice of the police officer standing close to me crept into my ears as I ran my fingers over my mustache. Rage seared into my veins as my chest heaved heavily. “I still don't understand how Lucas could have fled the prison.” “How do you explain it?” I barked at him angrily and began pacing around the hallway. I still couldn't believe the police team had lost him. They'd let him slip out of their grip. Now that he was on the loose, a lot could happen. Bad things could happen.If anyone knew what Lucas was capable of, it would be me. He had the mind of a viper and after getting arrested, revenge was going to be the only thing in his mind. Now that he says out, that was in reach. He was probably already cooking up another scheme now. Oh wait, I just remembered. Madame Browne was no longer by side. Sh
Madame Browne's POV He had fallen for it. The fool had fallen for it. He had actually believed I would help him catch Lucas.I smirked. Foolish, old man. The plan was already in motion between my darling Lucas and I, and the stupid old fool would soon have the shock of his life.Did he really think I would give Lucas away just like that? Retarded old man.I sat up in bed, smoothing down the hospital gown draped over my body, feeling the rush of victory pumping through my veins. I glanced down at the paper in my hands again, almost doubting it's realness, but it was.Lucas in his usual ingenious ways had found a way to get the slip of paper to my nurse and she in turn had slipped the paper to me.With the paper in my hand, I knew the plans were cemented, final. It meant I would get my vengeance. I smiled again, the thought of revenge warming my veins.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and the nurse who had given me the paper came in with the doctor.“Hello, Madame Brow
Ella's POVI went about my nightly routine like a robot that was almost out of battery.I didn't want to think of what had just happened downstairs, or the strange visitor that was now currently in the house with us.My mind kept asking one question: why? Why was she back here again? Why was she allowed?I managed to shower and got dressed before slipping into bed beside my husband.The room was now dark except for the dim glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls. I lay beneath the thick comforter, my body still but my mind restless. Madame Brown was back.The knowledge sat like a stone in my stomach, cold and unyielding. After everything that had happened—after her husband nearly killed Xavier at the shareholders' meeting—why would the president allow her to return? It made no sense. Xavier had barely survived back then, and now, the woman whose presence carried the stench of betrayal and deceit had walked right back into the mansion as if nothing had happened, as
The President’s PovI sat alone in my private study, going over every bit of what had happened earlier in the day — the arrival of Madame Brown and Xavier and Ella's scepticism and distrust.I would be sceptical if I was in their shoes, too, but I had my use for Madame Brown.The clock on the wall read 2:53 am but my eyes were as clear as day. Sleep eluded me just like it had been doing for the past couple of days, but I didn't really care. These were my favorite hours — and my favourite place in the entire mansion. My study was the only place in the entire estate where silence did not feel like the quiet before a storm. It was a controlled silence, deliberate, cultivated. The kind of silence that every man should learn to thrive in — the silence that forces you to listen to your thoughts and make peace with them.The world outside those heavy mahogany doors could descend into chaos and fire, but here, in this space, I was god and time stood still for me.A glass of aged bourbon sat
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
MADAME BROWNE'S POV He was there.Right there.Seated on the chair and cladded in all black outfits. His eyes sparkled under the soft hues of lighting from the chandelier. As I strolled towards the dining area, my heart thumped violently in my chest. My fingers clenched into hardened fists that were pressed to my sides. Sweats.Cold sweats clung to my forehead as I walked towards the table where he sat. I moved towards the table and once I was close enough, I took a seat on the chair and fixed my eyes on him. He had on a hat that shaded over his face and allowed dark shadows cast across his features.His eyes sparkled nonetheless. His gaze is as heavy as carrying rocks but in my case, the rocks were being dragged against my body. My chest fell as I heaved out a sigh and tapped on the table.“Hello?” I muttered and his fingers which I now noticed were cloaked in dark gloves pulled off his hat. A sense of fear washed into my veins as my lungs tightened and I choked on a breath.A low
MADAME BROWNE'S POVWhile in my unconscious state, I felt darkness wrap around me. I saw, felt and even heard nothing. Nothing other than that ding. With each time it came, I writhed, twisted and strived to get it to stop. I was sick and tired of it and to make matters worse, I was beginning to get scared to my wits as questions pulsed through my mind. Did I die? Was this all another version of hell? I was expecting an erupting volcano, heat and a little bit of fire but all I saw was darkness. Thick, dark darkness. I was about to ponder on a question when I heard a ding. I tried to move but my body wouldn't budge.I tried again and then again but with each trial, I drew closer to the realization that maybe I had died. I mean my body wasn't going to move anymore and the signs were beginning to police together.I was about to accept the finalisation of my current dilemma when all of a sudden, I felt the elevator shake. Panic surged through me and in a fit of fear and confusion, I trie
MR MCKINNEY'S POV If you are reading this now, you must've thought Madame Browne had died. Well, I wished she was dead too but not all of our wishes came true and the acceptance of the fact was the beginning of maturity.Don't be discouraged yet. There was still a lot of things coming for her that she just didn't know yet. You see, when I planned on getting someone to do something, I made sure to leave no stones untouched. Right now, I was seated on my chair with my arm crossed and my eyes fixed on the tablet in front of me. Right there on the screen was Madame Browne, fallen and weak with sharp fearful gasps rolling out of her lips.She was afraid.Don't get me wrong this was the only time I'd seen her this shaken to fear. Her hair which you'd expect tostull be tied up in some fancy bun was now let down in rough, messy strands that draped down to her back. She was currently trying to block the dings I was letting off stop but little did she know that I, Mr McKinney, was the one beh
MADAME BROWNE'S POVThe entire walk from my room down to the elevator was long because most of the minutes were spent pondering on the invite. I bit my fingers slowly as fear pulsed throughout me in sharp jolts. The guard who was sent to call me over there led the way since I was too shaken with suspicion and fear to go alone. As I followed his lead, I still couldn't let out the gleams of suspicion that clawed at my chest.Something was in the hallway. Something was watching over me, judging maybe even cackling as I made my way to the elevator with my steps as soft as feathers. The guards' back figure filled me with relief as I rubbed my chest and sighed.Several droplets of sweat trickled down my forehead as I paused and watched as he jabbed his fingers against the controls. The buttons by the elevator beeped countlessly for a long period of seconds but the doors didn't open.It was as if someone was in it but if that were to be the case at hand, the indicator had to be flashing red
MADAME BROWNE'S POV As I stepped out of the car, the cold wind justled several strands of my hair into the air as I struggled to keep my strands down. My fingers brushed off some blocking strands as I paced towards the door leading into the mansion. Two guards stood by it with firm frowns on their faces. “Thank you.” I muttered out loud to the driver who was probably engulfed in something else to respond. I made my way to the door and as I approached it, the drivers standing by it, pulled it open as I stepped into the mansion. I walked into the mansion and walked directly to the staircase. I made sure no one was watching before I placed silent steps up the stairs. The overhead lights in the room flickered brightly as I traced my steps up it. It didn't take long for me to arrive at the hallway leading into the elevator. I tapped on the buttons and as the door chimed open, I locked my arms and inhaled deeply as I waited for the ride to come to an end. My body was aching so much I n
MR MCKINNEY'S POV I stayed at alert all through the time the guards informed me she had stepped out of the mansion down till the car that drove her out veered into the mansion. My eyes widened almost immediately as my fingers roved over to the window panes as I adjusted to me to get a clearer view of the car.Just as it parked safely in the parking lot, the door to the room pulled open and as the cracks it made slashed through the silence in the air, I paused then flashed my gaze in the direction. I tilted my head and I met the blank faces of the two security guards I gave the task of relaying every update on Madame Browne's movements to me. The golden brown lighting in the room buzzed over their cold features as one of them stepped forward. “She's here, sir.” he mumbled coldly and just then, I heard a sound. It wasn't from the room but from the parking lot.If I heard it correctly, it was the sound of her driver's voice. I wasn't able to catch the exact line of words he used but I
LUCAS'S POV The moment Madame Browne stepped foot out into the restaurant, I felt my heart thump heavily in my chest. A cold shiver trudged down my spine as a sensation sprouted within me. I didn't know how to explain it but it was there. Blossoming. Growing. With my gaze fixed on her figure, I carelessly grabbed a bottle of wine and raised it to my lips. The sour taste of grapes washed down my throat as I stared back at her. She was pacing towards the table in a black dinner gown that wasn't too flashy but still blended in with the people in the bar.They all seemed discreet enough to not even flash a glance at us. Everyone had their attention fixed on the people they came to meet and nothing else. No stolen glances, no glaring eyes… nothing. It felt like we were all alone.I had to give accolades to my assistant. She really did know what her job entailed and delivered effortlessly. My fingers curled around the wine glass as I placed it back on the table and for a split second, sho
MADAME BROWNE'S POV AN HOUR EARLIERAfter the call with Lucas, he passed the phone over to his assistant who I surprisingly caught up well with and as he did, her voice blared out. “You can come over. I've fixed a dinner reservation for you and him to talk it all out and figure out the next step to take.”I nodded softly as I asked, “What time is that going to be in?”Her reply came in quicker than I was expecting. “In about twenty minutes from now, I'll send you the address.”Just as she said that, my phone buzzed in my grip and as I paused talking just to glance at my screen, a pop-up message from her number came up. I read the letters on the card slowly and after reading it, I replied her softly. “Okay. I'll be out in a bit, it actually isn't that far from the mansion.” I uttered the words and as I finished, I ended the call and raced over to my wardrobe where I picked the first dress I saw and zipped it down as I stepped into it. Pulling the gown back up, I ran my fingers over t
MR MCKINNEY'S POVI shouldn't have chased him away. He wasn't wrong but I just couldn't stand seeing him like that. For the first time in the entire decades I'd spent raising him, my little boy was making his stand and as much as I wanted to let him flap his wings I couldn't let him go out there and lose his life to Lucas.I knew who he really was and how dangerous he was and having him contend with Xavier would crush me. Lucas could have him killed within the blink of an eye and I'd lose the one thing I promised myself I'd watch over. Just if you weren't aware, I made a promise to myself after the death of his parents to take care of him and shield him from any form of harm and now…I guess he'd outgrown my tactics buti just couldn't let him out of my grasp. At least not now. Not when everything was a standstill and each and every move we made was being closely watched by him. Lucas.My heart palpited in my chest as I watched him turn his back and leave. A part of me wanted to hold h