MELISSA'S POV I was pouring the coffee into the mugs when I heard his footsteps from upstairs. I turned, just in time to see him heading to the kitchen, his hair slightly messy from sleep. He smiled when he saw me, and my breath caught in my throat at how handsome he looked. My cheeks flashed pink as I recalled the steamy night we had shared the previous night. His touches were too sweet to resist, especially since I had craved them for so long. He had been away for almost a week on a business trip, and while he was away, we couldn't communicate much. Although that's quite unusual, I would guess he was only busy with work. I had received great news in his absence and I was more than excited to break it to him but his phone was mostly out of reach, so I had to keep it to myself and wait for him to return. He came back last night and I've been finding it hard to keep it to myself. My heart swelled with pride and joy as I envisioned his reaction. I will break it to him at b
MELISSA'S POV I gasp for air, reaching for the glass of water in front of me, but my fingers fumble and knock it over. Before I can fully process what's happening, Listowel is on his feet, moving with that effortless grace of his, pouring another glass and handing it to me. "Here, take a sip," he said and tried helping me with it. I snatched the glass from his hands and without thinking twice, gulped the whole water down. Why is he acting caring when he just shattered my heart? Isn't he the reason I was in this state? He watches as I drink, the expression on his face unreadable. The water soothes the burning in my throat, but it does nothing to ease the sudden tightness in my chest. Finally, able to calm myself, I looked up at him and asked with a shaky voice. "What... what did you mean by that, Listowel? About it being time to get divorced?" My knees wobbled underneath the table, but I held them back to maintain composure, waiting for an answer that made sense. He loo
MELISSA’S POV He may have used me, turn every shred of dignity I have down and ripped my heart open. I wiped the tears off my face, trying to gather what little strength I have left. So, it’s happening, everything I’ve feared, everything I’ve suspected. Listowell never valued me. The thought of it alone crushes me, and before I can stop myself, the tears start to fall again, hot and uncontrollable. I sink to the floor, my chest heaving with sobs. How could I have been so blind? How could I have let myself fall so completely for a man who never saw me as anything more than a convenience? I need to do something—anything to take my mind off the overwhelming pain. I pushed myself up, wiped my tears, and looked around the mansion that once felt like a home. It’s all a lie, every bit of it. I start to clean. I stripped away every decoration, every item that I brought into this house to make it ours. The soft throws on the couch, the family photos on the walls, the flowers I care
LISTOWELL'S POV It’s been three days since I left the mansion. I had received a call from my butler that I had to come to the office as soon as possible. A rival company had something on my company, Gordon Inc so I had to rush out and get it sorted. Later in the day, I received a call from Mr. Macinni, Wendy’s grandpa. I had a meeting with him and in the course, I lost my phone. I had wanted to call Lisa and inform her that I wouldn't be coming home but I stopped because I thought she might be angry with me. I still can't wrap my head around her reaction, the other day. Our marriage is purely contractual, and she's aware of that. Well, I’m home now, we can sort things out and if it is money she needs, I will triple it up for her. As I walked through the front door, an unfamiliar scene greeted me. I was expecting to see Melissa standing by the door, her graceful smile playing widely across her face. She would have come to hug me and take my briefcase while asking if I had
MELISSA'S POV ****SEVEN YEARS LATER**** “Congratulations Miss Mugins, you've been selected to participate in the Silver Edition of the Legal Hour Conference! See you at Aphrodite City Soon!” That's how the message read when it came through the mail that morning. I couldn't hide the excitement I felt as I saw my name boldly embedded in the list of eligibles. My dream has finally come true. It is indeed happening. My dream of becoming a lawyer is finally here. Seven years have passed, yet it feels like a lifetime. It feels like yesterday when I promised myself, to come back to Aphrodite City as the best version of myself. I left this place as a broken woman, a woman whose heart had been shattered into a million pieces. I didn't know where to go neither did I know my next move. It was as if the world was moving while I stood still. Everyone and everything was progressing while I stood still, hiding in my shell. I spent years of my life caring for that one person to the e
LISTOWEL’S POVMy butler, Kevin, had informed me earlier about my invitation to the legal hour conference. If not for the fact that it is one of the most prestigious events in Aphrodite City, I would have turned down the invitation. I hate meetings and conferences. But this is a chance for me to network with other executives and presidents of famous brands, so I wouldn't miss this for anything. To maintain my influence and power in this city; I've got to mingle with these people. Within the blink of an eye, my car pulled up in front of the infamous Glory Palace, where the conference was going to be held. It is an 82-floor building, known for its serenity and perfect ambiance, purposely built to cater to the demands of the first-class citizens in the city. Kevin walked up to my side of the door as soon as he turned off the engine. With a slight bow, he opened the door to usher me out. Fixing the one stubborn button on my suit that had removed itself from its hole earlier, I headed
MELISSA’S POVAs I forced myself through the crowd, trying as much as possible to endure the curious stares of the people around, Wendy’s image played relentlessly in my head. She looks like a literal model. Her slim pretty face, her hair, make-up, dress and the jewelry she was adorned in screamed nothing but luxury. At a glance, anyone can tell she's a typical spoiled rich brat.The kind of glare she shot me when our eyes met is what startled me and caused me to pull myself from Listowel’s embrace. I must admit, I got frightened by her unexpected presence. I felt like I had taken something that’s not mine. Just like seven years ago, I couldn't help but think that I'd stolen her man. I did it once and I don't plan on repeating it. Things naturally crawl to their owners no matter how far they wander. Seeing her wrap her hands around Listowel’s arms caused a stir in my chest. It was as if she was asserting her ownership of him even when he had me tight to his chest. I swung the doo
MELISSA’S POVMy heart raced heavily against its cage as I exited the forecourt of Saint Glory. I turned left to join the main road, my car almost hitting someone else's. It was the honk of incoming cars that saved me from the commotion I was about to create. I couldn't think straight. My mind was only filled with the urge to run from him. “I have to get out of here” I whispered and sped off. But as I drove through the vibrant city, a series of unanswered questions lingered in my mind. I couldn't help but whisper them aloud. Why did Listowel pull me tight to his chest like he'd found a lost treasure? Why did he follow me to the parking lot? What did he want to tell me? Does he still think of me as the naive woman he met seven years ago? Maybe I should have stayed. I shouldn't have run away. I should have let him know that I’m no longer the 23-year-old girl he toyed with. I bit my lower lip in regret as memories of the past rushed in. *Flashback*I vividly remember the day my
WENDY’S POV “What is wrong with you?!” I shouted, wiping off the wine stain from my dress as I glared at her. You rather should tell me what rather with you after you see this!” she gritted, the thud sound of the documents she threw at me syncing with her last words. My brows furrowed in confusion before I lowered my gaze to look at the documents scattered on the floor. “What are these?” I asked in a low voice while I slowly bent to pick up one. “I should be the one asking you that,” Grandma Gordon sternly remarked. My eyes widened in shock, my heart jumping to my throat as soon as my eyes came into contact with the document. They were; God have mercy…. Photos of me with…with Clinton. And they weren't just regular pictures but intimate ones! Who took these photos? And how did she get it? Or could it be that she hired someone to tail me? Wait? Has Listowel seen these? Gosh, I’m doomed. Doomed for good. I bent and started picking up the rest of the photos on the floor,
WENDY’S POV I had come to the beach to relax for a while because of the turmoil that was raging in my head. Recently, Listowel has become a hot topic in the city as videos of her with his supposed girlfriend have become circulating online. Most people have been wondering who his girlfriend probably is since there haven’t been any clear pictures of her with him. Listowel can deceive the public by letting Melissa disguise herself and claiming her to be mysterious but he can never deceive me. I know very well it is Melissa and those mysterious claims are bullshit to me. I’ve been tempted severally to reveal to the world that the mysterious person he claims to be his girlfriend is none other than his mistress. Melissa Muggins. But whenever I give it a second thought, I realize I will be the one in the negative as compared to what Listowel and Melissa will lose. If I reveal to the public that Listowel is with Melissa, people will start hooting and mocking me. They
MELISSA’S POV *****SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD***** “Ughhhh…,” I let out a loud moan as LISTOWEL’S tongue moved slowly down there. I could feel my kitty slowly thumping up and down as it withered with pleasure. “Arghhh baby….,” I threw my head back as I cried. His tongue was doing wonders and it felt as if I was on cloud nine. Letting out a sweet cry, my fingers trailed through his hair as I struggled to keep lying in a single position. “Mmm…. It’s still sleek down there,” he paused and complimented before continuing, except this time he combined both fingers and tongue. My legs trembled, my nipples hardening as I felt my kitty squinting its juices. My breath hitched, the moans trapping in my throat as Listowel crawled up to suck my books while gently stroking my bud. “Oh…my…God…baby…Listowel….” My voice broke in excitement as I forced it out. “That’s it, scream. Scream my name baby,” “Good girl… I missed you so much Lisa,” he murmured, his touches and kisses adding more flames
****SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD*** MELISSA’S POV He inched forward, wrapping his hands around my waist as he pulled me to his chest. He planted a soft kiss on my hair, savoring its smell before trailing his soft lips to the side of my neck. My hands instinctively leaned on his shoulders while my fingers seductively played with his ears. Goosebumps spread throughout my body as I took in a deep breath to calm the desire burning within me. “Mr. Gordon….,” I slowly whispered, the lewdness of it catching me by surprise. I could feel the heat his body produced immediately when I called out his name. “Mmm…?” Listowel grumbled, as he gently nibbled my neck. “Call me that again,” he said, his rugged breath fanning on my face as he uttered. He pushed my body tightly to himself as if he wanted me to enter his body. “You still have this effect on me when you call me Mr. Gordon,” he added. The gentle trail of his fingers from my nape, my back, my waist, and then on my thighs sends an electric
MELISSA’S POV Without warning, Listowel pulled me to his side, the chair I was sitting in making a small screeching sound that earned us some attention. “What are you doing?” I whispered under my breath while scanning through the corner of my eyes at the people staring at us. “Just trying to sit closer to my girlfriend,” he retaliated with a proud look. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” I squinted my eyes as I asked. He only cut me a small smile. Just as I had thought to change the subject, suddenly, a bright light flashed across our faces. Instinctively, I tilted my head and tried to hide but Listowel held my hands firm as he leaned closer to me and said, “Don’t worry about these people. As far as your identity is not known, let them do whatever. Let them wonder. After all, the only thing that matters is that I know who you are and how lucky, I am to have you in my life.” The air around me instantly felt hot, my cheeks slightly turning red as I used my hands to fan my f
MELISSA'S POV It’s been two weeks since I accepted Listowel’s proposal to be his girlfriend. For the past few days, Listowel has been making me feel like I’m on top of the world. We’ve been hanging out a lot, having fun here and there. The kind of excitement that has been coursing through me makes me wonder if I deserve all of this happiness. Slipping my fingers through the silk scarf I was holding, I gently rolled it before wrapping it around my neck, adjusting it in such a way that it would be able to cover half of my face. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Listowel gazing at me with a mocking expression as I was checking to see if I was well-covered. He stretched his arms and reached for my hands, squeezing them as he said, “Relax baby. No one will recognize you.” Shooting him a glare, “It is easy for you to say since you are not the one who has to hide.” I said, feigning anger. "That’s why I told you that we don't have to hide. I'm ready to let the whole world kn
MELISSA’S POV I gazed at him, for one an exasperated sigh. I placed my hand on forehead, before saying, “Are you done here? Or do you have an another ridiculous stunt to pull?”His eyes raised and it met mine, sending knot in my throat. He looked both defeated and disappointed. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “What am I talking about?” I asked, feigning anger. Pointing to my phone screen, “The ridiculous plot of yours to use Nancy’s daughter…..,” I paused, letting the word I had just said to sink in. I couldn’t believe I have just denied my baby right now. I had just lied to Listowel just to protect my baby from being denied by him but I rather have ended up denying him.Letting out a slow stead breath, i continued, “As an excuse to enter my house without permission didn’t work, so stand up and get going..” As if he was deaf, he sat still, fumbling with his fingers. Moments later, his lips parted while he looked at me right in the eye and blurted. “I came to apologize.”
MELISSA’S POV“I’m not stepping out of here until you explain to me what’s going on,” he snapped.Putting my hands on my waist, I let out a deep breath as I muttered, “I will explain nothing to you so save yourself some time and get out of here. As you can see, I need to eat.”He didn’t budge, he only inhaled loudly as he persisted.“How old is she?”Turning my back to him, I turned to the kitchen where I took out my food and dished it on a plate. “Melissa, answer me,” he pressed, but I couldn’t care less.When he realized I wasn’t going to talk, he sat across from me on the dining table, staring at me as I ate in silence. As soon as the last bite of food settled in my mouth, “How? Old. Is. She?” He demanded.I sat still, staring at his weary face. I couldn’t tell whether the thought of having a child had drained the color off his face that much or the fact that I was refusing to tell him more about his child. Silence engulfed the room as I sat still, refusing to answer him. “Fou
LISTOWEL’S POV Was it my ears or did I just hear the girl on the phone refer to Melissa as mummy? My mouth flew open under the helmet, as I tried to process what I had just heard. Mummy? All this while Melissa had a child? And I didn’t know about it? But wait…. With who? I’ve had Kevin and the others look after Melissa for a long time. If they had seen anything as such; I’m sure they would have informed me. Besides, ever since Melissa moved back to Aphrodite, no man or even anyone has visited her here before so… “No, it can’t be,” I muttered inwardly as I gripped the door handle before she could slam the door shut. She resisted, attempting to pull it away from my hold but my grip was obviously tighter and stronger than hers. Rolling her eyes at me, “What are you doing?” She snapped, still trying to yank the door away from me. “What the hell are you doing? Let go of it before I call the police!” she threatened, her eyes burning with fury. She started pushing the doo