XAVIER'S POV Madame Browne was a lot of things. Pretentious, fake, backbiting. But I never expected her to be this calculating. In life, I've learned the best way to get out the webs of pretentious people is to play along in their crazy game.Behind the soft hug and pleasantries she offered was a dark twisted figure. Madame Browne married into the McKinney family even before I was born, and as calculating as her husband, my uncle, Lucas was, she also held grudges against me.The truth behind the reason for their hatred was dark and painful— especially to me. My Grandfather knew of the hatred towards me and that was why he had sent me of to study business in other to keep me out of their web. They both wanted the company so bad and that explained the reason they had been mean to Ella.Seeing Ella like that made me angry. It drove rage through my veins, I had sensed how troubled she was from the instant I stepped into the dining room. It was obvious Madame Browne had said something to
ELLA'S POV I woke up with a shrill yawn, the sunlight from the blinds blocking my view the instant I opened my eyes slowly. I winced slowly as I stretched my fingers to tap on the other side of the bed to check if Xavier was there but he wasn't.I opened my eyes softly, my brows grimacing as I searched the room for Xavier but didn't catch a glimpse of him anywhere. Where had he gone? I pulled the sheets of myself and walked over to the bathroom, to wash my face with water from the sink. The cold water splashed on my face and I opened my eyes to the view of myself in the mirror on the wall.My shoulders were flared red, my lips swollen from the events of last night. My body still ached from all the pleasure he'd given to me as I smile softly. Today was going to be good and I could already tell it. The cool water fell on my skin and washed off grime and tension of the day before. Still, I lingered in the shower longer than usual, my mind racing and replaying everything that had happe
CHAPTER 75ELLA'S POV My heart raced as I stepped closer to the breakfast table and took my sit. The air was heavy with a heated silence the instant I stepped in. Madame Browne's gaze hovered over me, unwavering. Her lips were strewn into a tight line, the remorse in her eyes unhidden."Good morning, Ella." She said slowly, her voice sugar-coated but still dropping with malice. "I trust you slept well darling."I was taken aback by her words. Darling? Wasn't she the one just threatening me just minutes ago? I grimaced slowly, confusion written over my face as I shrugged it off and clenched my chin. This was obviously a trap, another trap.And I wasn't going to fall for it. Not again, at least not this time. I nodded my head softly and flashed her a polite smile, "Yes thank you, I did." I noticed the slight change in her face as she turned her had to face the chef. Signaling to him, he instinctively lowered his body and she whispered something in his ears. Something dark, twisted, d
CHAPTER 76ELLA'S POV A lone sweat trickled down my face as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. I bit my lower lips and paced down the room anxiously, the sound of my heels clip-claping against the marble floor being the only sound in the room. “Of course, dear. But be careful. All hell has a way of breaking loose when someone like you tries to hold on to something beyond their reach.”Madame Browne’s words echoed repeatedly in my mind. Her words drove concern in my veins, the way she made it sound as if there was something I didn't know— something bigger than all of us.My stomach churned as I settled into a nearby chair, nerves rolled through me, in waves. I couldn't let this sit any longer. I had to know. I had to hear it from him.Xavier was avoiding me, just like he always did when things got too complicated. But not this time. I needed answers. Now.As if on cue, the door chimed open, and behold, Xavier. His face was as unreadable as always, that same calm, distant m
CHAPTER 77XAVIER'S POV "Just ignore her," I whispered softly as I gazed into Ella's eyes. A breath hitched in my throat as I lowered my head to place a kiss on those succulent lips of hers. She received it softly, the soft taste of cherry on her lips urging me as I pulled deeper into the kiss. Ella had been obviously really troubled by Madame Browne and it was nerving seeing her this worried.The fear in her eyes wash off as I traced my finger tips against her sharp jaw. She squirmed slowly, a muffled moan slipping through her lips. Damn. I wanted more— I want to hear her voice screaming my name, begging for mercy and also begging for more. I paused my fingers and repeated the exercise, but this time, I traced my fingers in an anti clockwise motion.Her eyelids flustered open and I caught the warm glints of desire in her eyeballs. I could feel her body's sensation under mine, the way her shoulders squared and the way her cheeks flushed red. From the gown she was putting on, I could
ELLA'S POVTHE NEXT MORNING I woke up with a soft yawn and stretched my arms disorientedly. Stretching my fingers to feel the other side of the bed but was shocked to find out it was empty. My eyelids fluttered open and I caught the back view of a striking male figure at the dressing room.I instantly recognized Xavier from the corner of my eyes and stepped down from the bed. The warm texture of the floor braced my feet as I walked into the bathroom. Once I was at the sink, I washed my face and readied myself."I'm going on an important business trip to Mexico and I won't be back until two weeks time.” Xavier's words echoed against the inner walls of my ears, this was not what I expected but I could persevere a week with Madame Browne. It sure would be tough but I was ready to finally face Madame Browne and beat her at her own game.But first, I needed to go meet Xavier and tell him goodbye. I would really miss him, his cold remarks and sexy eyes, everything about him marvled me. I
CHAPTER 79MADAME BROWNE'S POV“Lipstick?” I heard a voice call as I tilted my head slowly. My reflection in the mirror looked fabulous— I mean, what would you expect from a fashionista. My eyes flashed with anger as I flashed a sharp gaze at the make-up artist.“Of course, Idiot! Were you expecting me to go out there looking like a Chihuahua.” I snapped sharply, my voice cutting through the short lived silence in the room. My fits tightened as I watched her shudder. I hated weak people, especially the shy ones.“Sorry ma'am,” The quiver in her voice was evident against my ears. “If not from the referral, I wouldn't have hired you.” The lines of her face become more evident as I squinted my eyes softly. I sucked in a breath and rolled my eyes.“Sorry ma'am.” Her voice was shaky, almost inaudible. The sound of the lipstick palet in her hands shaking drove anger into my veins. I fixed my face in a frown as I settled into the chair. The soft wind from the air conditioning system blew s
ELLA'S POV “I need you to host the president's 87th birthday.”My heart skipped a beat as I felt my pulse go into a frantic race, one that intensified my bloodstreams. A breath caught in my throat as I paused, the fork in my fingers sliding down.The soft metallic clank it made jerked me back to reality. Madame Browne stared back at me, her eyes sparkling with a glint of joy, happiness and was that…. Malice?Her lips pulled effortlessly into a smile, the lines of her face slithering into a flawless facade of make-up. Her gaze was chilling, sharp against my uncertainty.I felt my bloodstreams tighten, shock and anxiety mixing into something nerving. Her fingers traced their way to the table as she gripped a wine glass before racing it up to take a slow nerving sip. The lightscape which I had previously found soft and inviting now seemed to tighten on me. How could she have chosen me to take the role of hosting the president's 87th birthday.Why? Was it to sabotage me? If yes, then s
M ADAME BRO WNE'S POV “Hello,” I said, my voice hoarse. I could still feel the prick of glass on my palms, the soft pain but I overlooked it. The entire room reeked of sweat and alcohol. I waited a long minute before the person on the other end finally responded me. On the other end of the line, I could hear grunting and loud cursing. My patience soon waned once I checked the waiting time and saw it had been 40 seconds already.I scowl angrily, pulling the phone as I stretched my index finger to press the end call button. Before I could press it, the call was picked and a husky feminine voice beamed out from my speakers. “Hello, this is Poison speaking, if it's another loan company, I swear too God I am going to freaking come and deal with y'all myself.” I heard the familiar voice of one of my girls, Poison, my go-to actually.She was the perfect one for the role. “Hey, this ain't no loan shark company, it's Madame Browne.” I said and listened closely as a hushed silence followed m
LUCAS'S POV“On your knees!” I ordered watching from the high chair as she did as ordered. The soft flickering sound the crackling fire made braced my ears as I chuckled.“Why did you do it? Why did you have to ruin all my sheerchard work for what? Only for the president to find out years later.” I thundered, my voice lashing through the thin silence in the air.Madame Browne moved slowly, my nails pressing hard into her flesh. She was on her knees as I had ordered, her head tilted downwards in fear. She was shaking like a winter leaf, her eyes lit up in confusion.“I still don't understand any of your words, what do you mean by I ruined all of your hardwork I promise you, I didn't do shit!” She cursed underneath her voice.The anger in me raged harder with each passing second, the sight of her filling me with irritation. “You don't still understand? Well, I'll give you a hint.” I growled, my teeth tighly.I tilted my gaze upwards, hesitating for a secondary as I stared at the guards
L U C A S 'S P O V I watched the president with cold eyes, it had been hours now and I wasn't going to fall for his pretend sleep. The truth was about to get out, but I wasn't really sure if he knew what I thought I knew.I made sure I scrubbed out all traces to the incident, how did the president found out about it? I scrub my hair roughly, thoughts pulsing through my brain. I freaking hated the fact that they were all still here.I wanted some alone time with the president, just the two of us. I need to find out all he knew. The thought of having him tell Xavier and Ella was haunting, sending chills though me. I came back to New York for one thing and that didn't include going to jail.No!I'd traced out all the evidence, even the police were clueless as to who the perpetrator was. How did he find out? Anger and restlessness seeped into my bones as I turned my gaze to stare at the two other people in the room.Xavier and Ella.They were still here and I could tell they were already
ELLA'S POV “The part I hid all these years?” The president's tone was etched with fear, for the first time, I saw fear glistening in his green eyes.Never had I seen his breath hitch, his back arch and his pupils dilating. With every step, Mr Lucas McKinney took, the room erupted slowly in an air of shunned tension.“Which part?” His voice was smooth, like granite but also daring. The president immediately broke into laughter, “Don't mind my jokes Lucas, I was just taking Xavier into the old room.” The president's voice made me shocked. I frowned. Was all of this a joke?I was about jumping into conclusion but once I saw him laughing hysterically, I knew he was pretending for Lucas. Lucas was also laughing alongside, his presence a threat.As the president laughed, I noticed his chest heaving abnormally. His eyes were brimming with tears which I pushed back under the guise of a laugh. “How did you know we were here, uncle Lucas?” I asked him softly, swallowing softly as I tried to
ELLA'S POV “The truth?” I asked, confusion written boldly all over me.What did he mean by the truth? I scrunched my nose gently as I reached out to help adjust his pillow. “What do you mean by the truth, Mr McKinney?” I asked him again, this time, he actually responded to me.“I have to tell Xavier— he deserves to know.” He said and his voice faltered halfway into a dry cough that had him jerking his chest. Just a s he said those words, Xavier ran into the room, confused at to where the confusion in the air was coming from.“What's happenin— grandpa, you're awake!” Xavier's jumped for joy with the glass of drinkable water in his hands. He walked over to the bed and I took the cup from him to give the president.Mr McKinney took the glass from Xavier and after taking a long sip of the water, he placed the cup back on the nearby table. After doing that, his voice croaked out, “X… Xavier.”His pale fingers stretched to reach Xavier's face, his lids flickering weakly. He was shaking but
ELLA'S POV “It’s a long story but if you don't help the president now, we could have a different story to tell.”My heart thumped hard against my ribcage as my eyes met the president's figure. His skin was already pale, his entire form unconscious. Fear gripped me on all four edges of my body as I gasped out.A shiver trudged up my spine. I tried to stay calm in the moment, it was good Ivy wasn't around, she went to do her homework and I wouldn't want her to be disheartened by the sight of her great-grandfather unconscious.“Grab me a long fabric we have to make sure to free his airways to atleast revive him.” I ordered Xavier as I rushed over to a side of our bedroom where I normally kept my hospital kit and opened it. I checked his heartbeat and was shocked to find out it was beating quite well.Just as I pulled off the heart rate monitor, I proceed to take the long linen fabric had brought. “We have to tie it over his chest, first we have to take away all jewelries and heavy fabri
THE PRESIDENT'S POVI wasn't planning to bring out the 21 day challenge to Lucas but since the situation elevated quickly, I had to pull out that one last card. I thought it'd scare him, push him backwards and make him have double thoughs about becoming the next president but instead, it fueled his interest.The desperation in my son's eyes as he accepted the offer was scary, even to me but I decided it was smart not to allow it reflect. I tilted my head to look at Xavier's s I flash him a signal, he pushed me in the direction of the door.The wheelchair was very comfortable I must say. It wasn't that bad. I considered it a free three month rest rom walking and having someone, Xavier, push me around. I had pushed me discharge date just to be at the McKinney mansion.The tension might seem a lot heated but since we're in my pov, I'll tell you this for free, things aren't as they are. Lucas was dangerous, i knew dark secrets of my own son I deserved to preserve from the world.Our rival
LUCAS'S POV.My heart skipped a beat at the president's words. What did he mean by conditions? I held my breath, waiting patiently for the next series of words that would slip out from the president's lips. I pant slowly, my chest heaving as discomfort pooled down my arms. I wasn't quite yet sure what to believe, was it his words or the pungent feeling in my veins that told me this was another one of his games.“Accepted.” I said, dragging the word. The president’s expression didn't change like I was expecting. His breath didn't shuder, his pupils didn't dilate, It was almost like it was all real.“And what is that, if I may ask?” I took a step further, noticing the change in the air. The president was seated comfortably on the wheelchair, his composure unfazed.The thin stripes of light from the fireplace in the room striked a side of his face, giving the contempt in the eyes a brighter glow that had me pulsing. He stared up at me, his head tilted upright. I swallowed softly, a str
MADAME BROWNE’S POV I couldn't believe my eyes.The president was alive.Fury washed through me in waves as I gazed back at his impending figure. The president sat comfortable on a wheelchair, his gaze firm like a king surveying his kingdom. Xavier was the one pushing him around and the sight of the both of them standing there made me furious.I thought Lucas said he should be dead by now. To even think that I was actually about to start celebrating when he told me the news only to realize that it was all a lie. The president had survived the attack and as always, my plans had been ruined.I bit hard into my lower lip as I clenched my fists, the sharp pain that came from the pressing sensation of my fingernails on my palms jolting my head upright. The president had a sneer on his face as he was wheeled back into the room.His presence caused my heart to nearly skip a beat. My breaths came hitching out, ragged puffs coming out of my nostrils. I tried to contain the shock in my veins b