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,
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
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
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
LETICIA’S POV I hate to say this but Miss Muggins has been glowing and looking bright these days. Even after the drama Madam Gordon had come here the other day to create, she appears vibrant regardless. Anyways, I don’t really care about what goes on in her life like that. Well except for the fact that her presence in this company steals away the little attention I used to get from Mr. Giovanni. I remember how delighted I was at the time that she absented herself from work without prior permission. I remember how very well I was excited because I thought she wasn’t going to be spared. For that, I was very much sure of. I’ve witnessed quite a number of people being sacked from the firm without second chances because they didn’t hold up to their work ethics. That’s why I was so sure she was going to be fired and told her off the day she came to request for Mr. Giovanni’s telephone number. Rolling my eyes, “I guess she’s different,” I whispered lowly to myself. Gosh… Ever si