LISTOWEL’S POV Her sudden outburst caught me by surprise. Her expression which was both a mixture of worry and stress a few minutes ago had now turned into a dark grimace. I was about to justify myself when she thundered, “Does everything have to be on your terms? Why do you want to force your decisions on me? This is my life! My job! And I am the one to decide what is good for me. Just because I allow you to linger around does not mean you can dictate to me!” Her eyes had turned red and teary as she blurted out. My heart felt heavy and I could feel my chest tightening as the tears threatened to fall from her eyes. I had no idea this was what my actions had been like. I honestly thought doing everything she wanted and genuinely caring for her was the best. But how come I didn’t realize I was downplaying her decisions as well as her confidence? Oh God! Why am I this incompetent? Why didn’t I realize I was doing the same thing I swore never to do again? Why was I hur
LISTOWEL’S POV “Please come with me. Let us go to your workplace together,” I said while cleaning off the tears from her face. She raised her vibrant eyes which were bloodshot a few minutes ago to look at me and nodded before rising to her feet. Holding her lightly by the waist, I walked her back to the car. The drive to the firm she works at, Legalstone Solicitors was very quiet and unsettling. I had attempted to break the silence that had enveloped the car with some silly talks and jokes but they all ended as quickly as it came. Even though Lisa was seated right by my side, she refused to look at the road ahead, she had her face turned to the door window. I figured she needed some time to herself so I let her be throughout the whole ride without further talks. With a low screeching sound from the tires, we quietly pulled up in front of Legalstone Solicitors. It was working hours so the compound was quiet and empty. Most of the staff were inside. Melissa grabbed
MELISSA’S POV “How did it go?” Listowel asked as he opened the car door for me. “I didn't meet him. He wasn't around?” I simply said, sounding restless. “Okay. But are you sure that is all? You don’t look okay. Did something happen up there?” He asked, concern evident in his voice. “Hmmm,” I mumbled, looking straight ahead. I didn't want to look at him because I knew that the moment I did, I would have started crying. The humiliation I endured from Leticia coupled with the fact that I might actually lose my job was too much to bear. I could only bite the sides of my lips to stop myself from letting out the tears. “Lisa, look at me and tell me what is wrong?” he asked as he gently placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him, and the tears I was fighting to resist started streaming down my cheeks effortlessly. “I don't want to lose it. I don't want to lose my job,” I muttered, shaking my head in sorrow. “Why what is it?” he looked confused as he asked. Wit
MELISSA’S POVMy heart pounded heavily in my chest, as I waited in the line. It was as if my heart was going to burst with each passing second.“Melissa?”Mr. Giovanni’s voice finally resounded after a while. “How are you?”Swallowing a chunk down my throat, I responded, “I’m doing well, sir. I’m so sorry for calling you on your break time.” “No worries, dear. I planned on calling to check up on you today. You’ve been absent from work for two days now without any prior notice.” His voice was firm and strict as he repeated the known. The sternness in his voice made my knee wobble a bit, but I clenched my teeth together to compose myself. I’m so sorry I couldn’t give a notice sir. I was attacked three days ago while going home from work. Everything happened abruptly and it skipped my mind to call. I’m so sorry—““Really? Sorry about that. I knew you wouldn’t just be lazy around without any reason. Were you severely hurt?” He inquired. I let out a heavy breath as his tone turned to
LISTOWEL’S POV I was closing early today from work because of the call I received yesterday. She had called while I was in the car with Melissa and requested that I come to the family mansion tonight. “Kevin,” I called out. He was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, reading through an ancient literature. He put the book aside and stood up on his feet and responded. “Yes sir” Throwing on my coat, I hurled my car keys which he caught in an impressive swift turn. I glanced again at him for a while and the hint of tension in his eyes ever since his recent behavior didn't go unnoticed by me. To be honest, I couldn't even bring myself to be angry at him. He's human and has feelings too so I find it quite understandable. Besides, his secret meeting with Wendy had yielded good results after all. “We will pass by Grandma’s place before I go home tonight,” I announced while fixing up the button on my sleeves. “Okay, sir. I will go get the car ready then,” he said
Listowel’s pov "To do what?" I bellowed, my nonchalant face turning into a grimace. “What do you mean by to do what? Is it wrong that she comes to see her future mother-in-law?” “Of course it is wrong. I have nothing to do with her anymore so it will be good for all of us if you don't entertain her anymore,” I emphasized. “Oh give me a break! And why have you been embarrassing her like that lately?” Embarrassing her you say? I don’t even remember the last I saw her. Well, after tonight, I hope you'll stop pushing her to me. Grandma’s eyes narrowed as she asked, “What do you mean by that?” Pulling my phone from my pocket, I scrolled through my gallery to look for the photos of Wendy and Clinton that Kevin had sent to me earlier. “I mean, after looking at these, I'm not sure you'll view her the same, “ I said, slipping the phone on the table. The photos, displayed on the phone were She hurriedly grabbed it to look at what it was. As soon as she glanced through, her eyes f
LISTOWEL’S POV“As a child, I thought it was cool that you kept doing things to cover up for me. But it was only recently that I discovered you covered any mess I found myself in just because of reputation. A mere reputation. You did everything for me only to keep your name highly in front of others. Even on days when I was falsely accused, you never listened to my side of the story. You only assumed I was guilty and went ahead to use your connections to cover it up. Tears crinkled at the corner of my eyes, threatening to fall. Memories of the unjust situations I had to endure in my high school days sunk in, and if not for the fact I didn't want her to perceive me as weak, I would have broken down crying. I sniffled and slightly raised my eyes to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. Staring dead into her eyes, “But you know what? Those days are over and I’m glad to say it doesn't hurt anymore. And do you know what that means? Probably no. So let me explain. I don’t care i
MELISSA’S POV I was at lunch break, eating a roll of shawarma when I heard the canteen suddenly go silent. Curious, I lifted up my gaze and glanced around to see what could have probably caused such a deafening silence. My heart almost skipped a beat when suddenly all eyes in the room turned towards my direction. “What is it? What could I have possibly done to have secured this amount of curious stares.” I whispered to myself as swallowed hard the bite of the food I already had in my mouth down to my stomach. I quickly grasped the orange juice on the table to sip, while hoping against hope that this numerous stares were not meant for me. And probably for someone sitting behind me. As the stares persisted, I finally accepted that they were all looking at me and was probably waiting for my reaction. Finally summoning courage, I turned to have a look at what was possibly going on with me to have garnered so much attention and my heart nearly jumped out of my throat
LISTOWEL’S POV The tears continue to stream uncontrollably down my face while the water dripping from my hair mixed with the tears as if to dilute my pain. Each drop of water from the faucet that hit my skin was as painful as being beaten with a horse whip. After a while of standing in the shower, I finally made up my mind. I was going to face my fears and tell Melissa about what had happened. I know how much it will hurt her to find out, but I still have to do it. It will be better if she hears it from me than from another person. I let out a deep sigh and turned off the regulator. Grabbing my towel, I stepped out of the bathroom into my closet. In no time, I was done dressing up. I glanced at the time on my watch before grabbing my car keys to set out. I wanted to make sure Melissa would be home by the time I got there since I just realized I left that God-forsaken Mancini Mansion without my phone. It was currently 8Am and since it is a weekend, she most definitel
LISTOWEL’S POV “What are you doing? Do you want to kill me?” she choked out while my grip around her neck tightened. “Tell me the truth and I might spare you! What did you do to me?” I growled. She stared at me in the eyes, the pitiful look in her eyes eventually turning into that of mockery. She inhaled deeply and put on a straight face as she said, “I don't know what you are talking about. Why would I do anything to you when you were literally the one all over—” Her eyes closed in terror and her body shook beneath me as she thought I was going to hit her. “Stop lying!” I slammed my fist at the wall, a few inches away from her head. I could hear my rugged breath as I fought to control my temper. I knew deep within me that this wasn't the whole story and that Wendy was probably lying to me. So I felt scared, hurt, and angry that there was another chance of her claims being true. If it happened to be the former, what was I going to do? How was I going to explain
Listowel’s POV I felt a sharp pain course through my body as I tried to change my posture on the bed. A side of my head ached badly while my limbs felt like they were on fire. I couldn't move not to talk of sitting up. What the hell was happening to me? I forcefully opened my eyes but I regretted it as fast I did. The piercing rays from the sun hit me to a point where I had to lay down for five fvcking minutes. With the back of my hands, I slowly rubbed the sleep away from eyes when I felt about okay. When I finally was able to open my eyes, I stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before something dawned on me. The ceiling I was staring at looked nothing familiar to what I was used to! It looked nothing like the one in my house, Melissa’s nor grandma’s. Panicking, I darted around to check my surroundings and it looked just like a rest house. “Where the fuck am I? Didn't I go home last night?” I mumbled to myself as I sunk myself back on the bed. Suddenly,
WENDY’S POV The deadly glare Listowel cut me as I brushed my shoulder to his causing a shiver to run down my spine. The expression on his face was as if he had been touched by an abomination. I felt a bit embarrassed so I quickly looked away, swallowed hard before asking, “Does my presence make you uncomfortable?” It was as if I was talking to a tree, he was on the verge of ignoring me till he realized Grandpa was looking at us. Briefly glancing at me, he responded with a simple “No.” and looked back at the document before him. Grandpa cleared his throat, his gruff voice reverberating across the living room as he thundered, “Stop bothering him, Wendy. He's no more your fianceè.” His sudden tone startled me a bit. Was Grandpa on my side or not? “If you don’t behave, I will be the one to throw you out?” he added, his grimace on his face turning darker. Letting out a gasp, “But Grandpa—” “Shut up or leave!” he bellowed. I wasn't expecting this from him. I was kind of s
WENDY’S POV My fingers trailed smoothly at the sides of my dress as I admired my figure in the mirror. I had specifically chosen to wear this black lace gown Listowel used to adore when we were together. A slight smirk tugged at the sides of my lips as I picked up a bright red matte lipstick and painted it on my lips. Tonight, I was going in for a sensual and seductive look. I took one more look at my reflection in the mirror and I was more than confident that no man on earth could resist this body. Yes. I have a whole plan drawn out in my head and was going to execute it by hook or crook tonight. I'd been waiting for tonight for days now and I couldn't more happier happier than it was finally here. Ever since the day I saw Melissa and Listowel doing Lovey Dovey at the beach, I've not had rest. The memory of how they laughed and played along the beach like some carefree teenagers irritated my spirit. It made me sick. But all that was going to end tonight. The vibra
MELISSA’S POV Listowel’s gaze moved from the phone screen and then to me. He looked as if he was contemplating whether to answer it in my presence or not. I squinted, slowly inching closer to him. “Why? Who is it?” I curiously asked, my ears peeking up the air as I stepped closer. He didn't say anything. He only showed me the name displayed on the screen. I stretched my neck forward while squinting to have a clear look. I felt something twist in my tummy as soon I saw the name. It was Mr. Maccini. Yes, Wendy’s Grandpa. I quickly looked away, arranging the pillows on the sofa as I masked my actual feeling. “Should I?” Listowel’s voice resounded from my back. “Should you what?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “I mean should I answer?” he pressed. I let out an empty chuckle as I replied. “Why are you asking me? Who am I to decide whether you should answer people’s calls or not.” Listowel frowned. He strides to my side and pulls me by my waist. “You’re my girl
MELISSA’S POV We pulled up in front of a local grocery shop where we on the spot made a list of the food items we would need. After compiling the long list, Listowel offered to go get them from the store. I didn't challenge him neither did I tugged along because it was still unsafe for people to see us together. Planting a kiss on my forehead, “I will be right back okay?” he said and patted my hair before opening the door to step out. I could only stare at his broad back with a smile on my face as he walked into the store. A few minutes later, he returned to the car holding lots of bags in his hands. The amount of foodstuff he had bought made me wonder if we were going to cook for charity or if they were just meant for us only. Without help, he arranged them at the boot before coming to resume his seat. “Is there any occasion that I don’t about?” I teased. “Ocassion? I don't understand,” he answered, genuinely confused. “Since you bought a track full of groceries I thought yo
Today, if not the only was perhaps one of my worst days since I started working here. The fvck?! I couldn't believe the kind of insulting sight I witnessed today. My day had started on a good note and I was in a good mood this morning because of the yummy little lunch box Listowel had prepared for me this morning. I had anticipated lunch time the moment I came to work and was so glad when it was finally time. It was a yummy plate of mashed potatoes and Yorkshire pudding, mincemeat with sauce. Minutes after I finished eating, I had resumed work when Leticia barged into my office uninvited. Such a rotten manner! At least a cutesy knock wouldn't have hurt. But as the big person I am, I decided to let go and welcome her in. Her demeanor was a bit uncalled for but I looked past yet I decided to accept the smoothie even though I didn't plan on drinking it or anything. Suddenly, “Splash!…” was all I heard. The cup had fallen from her hands and the smoothie was every
LETICIA’S POV I could see Melissa through the window blinds as I reached the floor on which her office was. For a couple of minutes, I glanced at her intended demeanor as she worked on her computer. She has that feminine, soft, and gorgeous aura which I understand she has been using to charm most men she comes across. Making a low sound, I cleared my throat and blinked myself back from admiring her before I proceeded to walk to her door. I raised my hands and knocked lightly on the door. Without waiting for a response, I pushed open the door and walked in. Upon my entry, she instantly raised her eyes from the computer and stared at me with an annoyed expression. The look on her face made me feel a bit guilty. Yeah, I should have waited for her to respond instead of barging in like that but… whatever. I was pissed at the fact that not only was she stealing Mr. Giovanni from me but also using me as their errand girl. Stretching the smoothie I had in my hands towar