LISTOWEL’S POV The loud music playing at the bar was the perfect distraction to my thoughts. I came to this bar to reflect on my life and some choices I’ve made but the rhythmic music kept drifting me out. Humming the song, I periodically sipped the glass of whiskey that was on the counter before me. Moments like these always remind me of the past. The time when I lost hope of ever finding Melissa again. I remember how I used to drink myself to sleep every night, hoping that she would at least give me a call. Unconsciously, I asked myself, “I had it all, What went wrong?” as I drank the remaining whiskey in one gulp. The faint vibration of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. Tilting my head to check who the caller was, I ignored it immediately I saw the caller ID and resumed pouring more of the alcohol into my glass. It was Kevin. He has been sitting outside in the car for a couple of hours now, waiting for me. So I assumed he was calling to tell me that it was late
WENDY’S POV At the mention of that b***h’s name, I halted in my tracks. My terrified expression instantly turned into a grimace as I thundered, “So this is what it is about?” Listowel’s angry face and demeanor remained unchanged as he demanded, “ I said. What were you doing at Melissa’s house ?” “Oh… she called to tell you that I went there. Isn't it? So you've been talking with her over the phone behind my—” “Wendy! Answer my question!” “Listowel! What in the world has that bitch done to you? You don’t even care about the fact that you threw me, your fiancée, out of your office like a piece of trash without a fl—,” I shouted back but my voice faltered midway. “Why are you worried about her instead of me? What does she have that I don’t have?,” I asked in a low tone, my eyes instantly turning red as they welled up with tears. “Don’t change the topic, Wendy. What right do you think you have for you to go over to her house and threaten her?” Listowel asked again, ignorin
WENDY’S POV Clinton chuckled mockingly and asked, “Who on earth dared to step on the almighty Macinni’s toes?” “Are you going to help me or not?” I snapped. Clinton is jovial by nature but this many questions of his were actually wearing out my patience. My chest tightened in anger as I awaited his response. “Chill… have I ever said no to you before? You came to me because you know I will do it, innit?” A triumphant smirk tugged at the sides of my lips at his acceptance. Clinton, my sneaky link, is the jovial type. He will always joke around whenever I ask him for a favor but he ends up doing it always. “But, wait. I hope you're not thinking I will do it for free. This thing is not easy to come by and—” “How much will it be?” His words died on his lips as I interrupted. I will send you the cost and the other details over text message…” Rolling my eyes, “Gosh!! I know you are dumb but I didn't think it was to this extent. Do you want to send it via sms? Do I loo
LISTOWEL’S POV The throbbing of my head woke me up this morning. I can't really tell if it is because of the alcohol I took in last night or not. But all that I know was that the pain was too unbearable for me to keep on laying down. Bending over the kitchen counter, I occasionally sipped the medicinal tea that I just finished boiling and took my phone and started scrolling through business feeds and blogs. The medicinal tea bags are from my grandma. For years now, even though I have workers who come around each weekend, my grandma still insists on sending me side dishes. It wasn’t until recently that she added medicines and gins to it. The ringing of my doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts. From the front door camera, I could see the workers who clean my house every weekend had arrived. I opened the door and allowed them in. “Good morning sir,” the oldest among them all greeted me as they strode to the storage room. “Good morning,” I answered and headed upstairs. A
LISTOWEL’S POV I slowed down my pace so that I could keep a safe distance. I know how worked out she's going to be if she sees me. And that would be the last thing I will want to happen. Occasionally stealing glances at her, my chest ached from longing. Just when I was about to avert my gaze from hers, I witnessed an unusual encounter. A man, suspiciously wearing a black playsuit approached Melissa.MELISSA’S POVMy previous encounter with Wendy had me boiling with anger even when after I woke up this morning. I’ve always lived my life without regrets but currently, I’m beginning to hate the day I accepted LISTOWEL’S offer to be his contract wife. Yes, it is true that my life was rocky and gloomy at that time but the consequences of getting involved with Listowel are gradually becoming overwhelming.After much reflection on the chaotic life I’ve had these past few days, I decided to descend to the park downstairs and exercise a bit while getting things off my mind. Forty-five mi
MELISSA’S POV The wailing of sirens filled the air. At long last, the paramedics were here. I wiped the tears on my face before turning to look in the way of the ambulance. “Hang in there okay, you'll be treated soon,” I said in a tone that was so comforting for someone I claim to hate. The crowd pointed in our direction and the ambulance also followed along. Some men in their uniforms brought out a wheel bed that had IV drips attached to it. When they reached our side, they carried Listowel from my lap and put him on the bed before moving him to the car. “Are you coming along?” one of them asked when he realized I was standing still staring at them with tears in my eyes. “Yes, yes,” I responded before rushing to board the ambulance as well. In the ambulance, I knelt beside him while rubbing the back of his palms. Staring at Listowel’s face, a pang of guilt pierced through my heart causing me to pray silently that nothing bad happens to him. WENDY’S POV Laying do
WENDY’S POV Clinton attempted to calm me down but I didn't budge. Not until I have gotten to know why the person saved Melissa. “Is there a possibility that it was deliberate or perhaps an accident?” This question kept pricking my mind several times so I knew I had to get answers to it by hook or crook. Grabbing my phone, “Enter his number,” I demanded, shoving it into Clinton’s hands. “Whose number?” my blood started boiling as he asked. I cut him a deadly glare which immediately got him back to his senses. His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard as he entered his boy’s contact. Snatching the phone and pressing it to my ears, I rushed my hands through my hair as I waited for him to answer. Soon, “Hello?” Clinton’s guy deep voice resounded from the other line. “Yeah… it's Wendy. Can you give me more details on the guy that came to save Melissa? Was it an accident or deliberate action?” “Ummm… I can't tell if he is related to the Melissa girl or whatever her na
MELISSA’S POV “You will need to wait here, ma’am.” This is what the doctor had told me when they sent Listowel to the theatre two hours ago. I had to sign the authorization form by myself. Just as Listowel had instructed. He refused to give out any of his relative's contacts so I just had to do it. My left foot consistently tapped on the floor as I anxiously waited for the operation to be over. Everything in me can attest to the fact that this is the longest two hours of my life. I've been staring at the entrance to the Theatre for hours now, hoping that at least a nurse would walk through the door and tell me Listowel is fine. Just when I was about to avert my gaze, the door finally swung open. My heart leaped into my throat as I stood up on my feet and rushed towards the doctor. “How is he doing? Is he still in pain?” The words flew out of my mouth as fast as I thought of it. “Please calm down. Mr. Gordon is stable now.” The nurse revealed and I instantly felt as i
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