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
MELISSA’S POV My fingers halted in their tracks as Listowel’s eyes suddenly flared open. Without a second thought, I withdrew my hands from his face but he managed to hold my wrist mid-air. “Could it be that he heard me?” I thought in my head as I tried to wrestle myself free from his grip. Clearing my throat, “you're awake?” I nervously asked, my voice shaking. A smile swept across Listowel’s face as his gaze swung left and right on my face. “You… you’re here,” he mumbled. I felt relieved as soon as his deep voice hit my ears. My vision was blurred with tears as I answered him, “Of course I will be here. You nearly died because of me, you idiot.” The smile on his face broadened and something flickered in his eyes when he noticed that I was crying. “Why are you crying? Which of us is the patient here?” he teased. Sniffing back, I replied, “I’m not crying. It just… hormones..” His hand shot up, wiping the tears from the corner of my eyes. “Melissa,” he weakly mention
LISTOWEL’S POV I sat upright on my bed, scrolling through my phone as Melissa also lay down on the couch. I noticed the stress drawn all over her face so I asked her to sleep for a while. My mind trailed back to the sheet Melissa had handed to me earlier. When Melissa asked me if it was content, I had lied to her that it wasn’t anything important and that the jerk who had poured the acid on me was probably writing a love letter to his lover. Melissa didn’t press further. We only laughed it off and I guess I was able to convince myself it is no big deal. When in actual fact, my heart has been pounding with rage. I’ve always known Wendy to be a bitter person but I never expected her to go to the extent of deforming someone. Paying someone to deform a rival is no different from murder. If she had the mind to do this, killing off someone would be a small thing for her. Since the criminal is on the run, I might not get anything to use against her. No. I have to catch tha
A few minutes after assisting Listowel to climb back into his bed, the nurse from earlier entered, her breath rugged. As soon as her eyes fell on me, she asked, “Oh miss.. where have you been? I was looking everywhere for you. I thought you’ve even left your boyfriend behind ....” Listowel and I looked at each other’s faces before I turned back at the nurse. “Oh, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I just stepped out for fresh air. Also, we are not a couple. He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just acquainted,” I clarified with a straight face. “Sorry, ma’am. My mistake..” “It is fine dear.” By the way, the doctor has a message for you. “Me?” I asked, stunned. “Yes, please. I will do you the honor and break it to you since he’s not here..,” Sure.” Considering Mr. Gordon’s current condition, she commenced, ” The doctor thinks it will be best to have someone he’s familiar with to assist with this recovery at home even if it is just tonight. Since you’re already h
WENDY’S POV I've been refreshing my phone for the past two hours, hoping to come across an article covering LISTOWEL’S injury. But not even a single article was published about him. Heaving a sigh for the nth today, I tossed my phone aside and leaned into the chair. The utterance I had with Clinton filled my memory as I closed my eyes. Clinton was adamant about not allowing me to go out not to even talk of going to the hospital. He locked the room and threw the keys into his pockets, but I was still not having it. I wanted to go out and see how Listowel was doing. It took the intervention of an attendant at the hotel who came to open the with spare keys after hearing me bang on the door for help; to I was able to go out. I was even more pissed when I realized, Clinton, in fact, wasn't concerned about my safety at all. He only needed me to stay put so that his so-called, “competent” boy won’t be in trouble. I stormed out of the guest and headed to the hospital. Bani Me
WENDY’S POV It’s been fifteen minutes since I came to the Gordon Mansion. Grandma and I have been waiting for feedback from his men for a while now but still nothing. The old lady has been pacing up and down, asking for the progress of their search every three minutes. A buzz from her phone garnered our attention. We all turned our heads in the direction of the phone, anticipating what it was. Grandma picked it up and her face lightened up as she read what was on the screen. From her expression, I could tell it was good news. The men might have been able to locate Listowel. Just then, “They’ve found him!” She exclaimed with joy. “Really? Where is he?” I asked with a broad smile. But within me, I could feel my anxiety bubbling up. They said he was—.” She was still talking when her phone rang, causing her to pause. She gestured for me to hold on before swiping on the phone screen to answer the call. “Alright, that’s good. Tell him to call me when he’s changed. Bye
WENDY’S POV As we sat in the car, driving back to her mansion, Madam Gordon inched closer to me and placed my hands in hers. Smiling from wall to wall, she asked, “What do you think of having the wedding by the end of this month?” My eyes shot up in disbelief and it met hers. Was she for real? Was she the one seriously setting up the wedding date this time? My heart pounded against my ribcage in delight as I parted my lips and exclaimed, “ Really? I will be the happiest woman on earth if the wedding finally pulls through,” Patting the back of my hands, she said, “I will also be more than glad to have you as granddaughter-in-law.” Tears welled up in my eyes as she said those words. What changed? After all these years, Madam Gordon has finally recognized my efforts and wants me to be his granddaughter-in-law. “Thank you so much,” I said and opened my arms to hug her. “Wendy dear, you're the perfect wife for my grandson. You've been through it all with him and it is ab
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
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