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
MELISSA’S POV Waking up, I blinked severally as the morning light hit my eyes. My eyes darted around for a while as I stretched my body but then something hit me in the process, causing my arm to half midway. This wasn’t the guest room where I had gone to sleep. My breath caught in my throat when I realized I was in the master bedroom How did I get here? I sat up quickly, the silky duvet slipping down my body while I continued to glance around, trying to make sense of the situation. My legs swung over the side of the bed as I attempted to stand up. My heart jumped when my gaze landed on him. Listowel was sleeping on the couch, his tall figure awkwardly trying to fit in. One arm dangled off the side, and his head rested at an uncomfortable angle against the armrest. The blanket half-covered him, and his usually commanding presence was replaced by an innocent child-like expression. I froze, unsure of how to process the sight before me. “What is he doing here? An
LISTOWEL’S POV The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air woke me up. Rubbing my temples, I frowned and let out a groan when I tried to stretch myself. I could feel the ache in my arms but that was the least of my worries. I wanted to go downstairs and have some of the coffee. As I came out, my eyes caught the neatly set breakfast table. A plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee sat waiting. For a moment, everything felt like the olden days. This was how Melissa treated me. She would wake up early before and prepare breakfast all the time. She always made sure I had eaten before I set off to work. But the last time I got to eat her meal or woke up to see this setup was the day I announced Wendy’s return to her. Oh, how stupid I was. “Melissa…” I murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I descended the stairs. But as I approached the table, the smile faded. A folded note lay beside the cup. My heart sank even before I opened it,
WENDY’S POV I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, my fingers running over the luxurious fabric of the gown I had just chosen. The silk shimmered under the boutique lights, and for a moment, I imagined the gasps of admiration my friends would let out when they saw me in it. This was it. The wedding dress of my dreams. It would be my moment. I was going to be the center of attention. No one would be able to take their eyes off of me and most importantly Listowel was going to be mine, officially. Grandma Gordon stood beside me with a warm smile. She nodded severally, saying, “It’s perfect, Wendy. I’m so happy for you.” My heart swelled with pride as she complimented me. All those years of struggle, of waiting, of pretending… was finally paying off. I can't wait for the d-day, so that I flaunt my marriage, and show everyone that I won. “Thank you,” I replied with a smooth proud tone. “I want everything to be perfect for the wedding,” I said as I took one more look at
WENDY’S POV I stormed into Listowel’s house without a knock, my heels clicking loudly while the gown I was wearing trailed on the floor as I made my way into his room. I could feel my heart racing, blood pumping hot and fast through my veins. “Listowel,” I shouted, slamming the door shut behind me. “ We need to talk!” Listowel, who was at his study, came and stood by the door, his arms crossed over as he glared down at me. His jaw tightened as he looked at me but he didn't utter a word. ”If you're man enough, you wouldn't have broken up with me over the media! You're such a coward,” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “I don't have the time for this,” he said, his voice low and controlled, “Leave.” “ You know what, this the perfect time,” I spat, holding the front of my gown as I made my way upstairs. “I’m tired of being treated like this, Listowel! Do you think you can just throw me aside? After everything I’ve endured because of you? After everything my grandpa has done for
MELISSA’S POVThe water cascaded down my body. It was warm but it couldn't ease the storm brewing in my mind. The unplanned kisses and the laughter Listowel and I shared while he was at the hospital filled my memory. “Melissa,” I whispered to myself, leaning against the tiled wall, my wet hair plastered against my back. “You can’t let him pull you back in.”I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried myself. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye. As I stared into my own eyes, “You deserve better than this Melissa. He's the only man in the world. You can always love again,” I thought to myself. I wrapped the towel around myself and headed to the living room. I turned on the TV and switched the channel where they were playing music. My attention was not even in the music that much but a breaking news caught my attention. “News Flash—billionaire Listowel Gordon has officially ended his engagement with socialite Wendy Maccini. Sources close to the Gordon family confirm…”I
LISTOWEL’S POVThe incessant ringing of my phone got on my nerves as I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the forecourt of my company building through the floor to ceiling glass window. I ignored the vibration at first, but whoever was on the other end was relentless. I glanced at the screen and it was my Grandma.With a deep sigh, I leaned back in my chair and swiped to answer.“Grandma,” I said flatly, already bracing myself for her tone.“Listowel,” she barked, her voice stern, “come home. Now.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn’t need this right now. “I’m busy, Grandma.”“Busy doing what? Chasing after that girl who’s clearly moved on?”My jaw tightened. She knew exactly what to say to push my buttons.“Don’t start, Grandma,” I warned, my voice low.“I’m not starting, Listowel. I’m finishing. If you don’t come home today, I will call an emergency board meeting. Let’s see how long you keep your position as CEO.”A chuckle escaped my lips. “Do whatever you want, Grandma. I do
MELISSA’S POV The cab ride to the airport felt like the longest twenty minutes of my life. Every bump on the road jarred me, not because of the roughness of the ride, but because of the weight of my thoughts. Leaving Aphrodite again felt like the only option. This time I wasn't leaving as a broken woman. But as a woman who had something to protect. I wanted to protect myself and my daughter Crystal. The fact that Wendy was able to hire someone to come and hurt me even when he was still with Listowel, I can’t imagine the kind of thoughts she could have now that Listowel has broken up with her. I will not sit here and wait for something bad to happen again before I take action. Although I have no intention of letting Listowel know about Crystal, if Wendy manages to know just like how she got my address; she might lose her mind and hurt my daughter. Nothing could be as dangerous as a scorned woman. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “ Are you okay, miss?” I no
MELISSA’S POV Listowel had called out after me several times, probably confused at my reaction. But I paid no heed to him. I threw and sunk myself onto the bed. Even as I pressed the pillow hard against my ears, I could still hear him calling my name and asking if he said anything wrong but I didn't bother explaining anything to him. I could only thank my stars he was still oblivious and had not suspected anything. ****FLASHBACK ENDS*** Something flickered in me as soon as my eyes fell on the pink sticky note on the dining table. It bore Listowel’s handwriting. Yes, I still remember his handwriting because since I worked with him. Back when I was working at Gordon Inc., all my work projects had to be approved by him before any other proceedings so I pretty much recognize it. A broad smile formed on my face as I read the message. It read; “Hey, you had a good sleep? I made your favorite breakfast. I know I’m not the best cook but make sure you finish everything.
MELISSA’S POV A soft yawn escaped my lips as I sat up on my bed. My eyes darted, searching around for only God knows what. I live alone so it was so unusual for me to wake up and dart around like this. It felt as if I was expecting to see someone. Slightly lifting my hands, I stretched myself before rising up and heading to the living room. As I opened the door that separated my bedroom from the rest of my apartment, I was greeted with an appetizing aroma. My brows knitted together as I tried to process what was happening. Halting in my tracks, I squinted my eyes as I tried to figure out if what I was seeing in the dining area was real. To make sure I wasn't daydreaming, I rubbed my eyes a couple of times but as the savoring aroma that had engulfed the room filled my nostrils, no one had to tell me that whatever I was seeing was real. Yes. For the first time in months, since I moved into this apartment, there’s an actual breakfast on my dining table. My eyes flicke
KEVIN’S POV The thick silence that engulfed the car was too loud to ignore. For a split second, I thought the boss was ignoring me and probably didn't want me to disrupt what he was doing on his tablet so I kept my lips shut and drove out of the garage to hit the road. Listowel usually listens to the early morning news on his way to work so I turned on the radio and lowered the volume to a level that helped balance his attention on both the tablet and the radio. I had not thought much of it earlier but turning on the radio kind of eased the tension in the car. It's been a few minutes since we hit the main road but Mr. Gordon had still not asked me to continue with what I was about to tell him earlier nor has he made any sound. I had not thought much of it earlier but turning on the radio kind of eased the tension in the car. Suddenly, “What was it that you needed to tell me?” his deep commanding voice echoed from the back seat. He removed the glasses he had on and
KEVIN’S POV My head throbbed as I sat on my bed this morning. The hard liquor I had consumed yesterday was definitely the cause of the pain. Yes, I had threw up the one Wendy made me drink while we sitting at the counter so it was so odd for me to have felt this way. But the truth, I went back to drink more last night. My chest tightened with fury as I tried to recall the events of the previous night. A pang of guilt washed over me as I also recalled my indifferent attitude towards my boss these past few days. I felt mad at myself for doubting him and believing that Wendy deserved better. I couldn't help but replay the scene I had witnessed last night. Wendy, whom we all knew to be obsessed with Listowel was tightly entangled in another man’s arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Initially, I thought I was hallucinating so I got off the car and hid closer to have a proper look. It was indeed her. Even though she had on a scarf which had covered most o
KEVIN’S POV“Ouch..” Wendy let out a loud shrill cry, as she clutched her stomach. “Why what is it?” Her cry caught me by surprise, making me spring up to my feet. I sprinted to her side and assisted to get up on her feet. “My…. my tummy. It aches. I need to go to the washroom now,” she answered, although her tone sounded a bit dramatic to me. I attempted to hold up and maybe escort her to the washroom door but she yanked my hands away. “Thanks but I can go by myself. It isn't really a big deal. I think I just had too much to drink.” she said, making me confused as to what she meant. “Alright… easy there,” I said, letting go of her hands. “I'll be waiting for you here then. No. No need to wait. You can take the lead.” she shouted as she made her to the ladies. “Woww…” I said, taking out money from my wallet and placing it on the bill. The harsh cold breeze greeted me as I stepped outside the bar. I shook vigorously my head in anticipation of getting the influence of the alcoho
WENDY’S POV I gently crossed my legs as I leaned back in the chair, patiently waiting for him to start talking. Because he was a bit drank, he wasn’t on the main point. He was only telling some dry jokes which did nothing but irritate me. But I had no other option than to laugh. Placing my arm lightly on his shoulders, “Oh my God, Kevin. You’re so funny. Enough of your silly jokes. Now let’s talk about your work.” I said in a flirtatious tone.“Why… why do you want to know about my work so bad?” He stammered, his head tilting sideways as he tried to maintained his composure. I let out an empty laugh before scoffing, “I hope I’m not asking too much questions. If you’re not comfortable telling me about it, I totally understand. I slowly bent my head as if embrassed and whispered, although loud enough for him to hear. “After all, I’m used to people looking down on me. They see me as not trustworthy.”He shook his head abruptly and replied, “No…, Wendy dear. You don’t have to think
WENDY’S POV The loud buzz of music playing at the club lightened my mood. My body twirled rhythmically to the beat of the music as I occasionally sipped the alcohol before me. Although my decision to come here was kind of impromptu, I was enjoying myself regardless. I still had the glass of whiskey I had poured for myself since we arrived here fifteen minutes ago in front of me, barely touched. Yes, in as much as I was enjoying the music, I knew better than to booze. I only lured Kevin here in order to get some information out of him. Afterward, I can go chill by myself with probably some high-profile personalities. Stealing a glance at Kevin who was sitting on my left hand, I figured he had finished the whiskey in a shot and placed his glass on the counter, waiting for another round. I didn't know what to expect when I asked him out but I must say he's really boring! For the past fifteen minutes since our arrival, he hasn’t said much. With how caring he had treate
WENDY’S POV A slight yawn escaped my lips as I stretched my arms lazily on the bed this morning. My mind swirled with plans of how I was going to get Listowel to myself once and for all. My lips curled up, a sly smirk forming on my face as I thought of a brilliant idea. “Interesting,” I muttered as I unwrapped myself from the tangled sheets and got up from the bed. Sprinting to the dresser, I grabbed my phone and dialed Kevin’s number. Yes, Kevin. I will slowly deceive him and turn him into a minion of mine. If I knew he was this gullible, I would have used him to my advantage long time. Clearing my throat, I rehearsed the soft tone with which I would call his name. I was certain it was going to melt him to give in to my request. The call went through and he picked up on the third ring. With a soft sweet tone, “Hii, Kevin,” I called out, trying as much as possible for him to not notice my pretense. His deep voice echoed from the other end of the call, “Hello, Miss Mancini
LISTOWEL’S POV She handed to me the blanket and pillow before saying, “It’s not a five-star hotel, but you’ll be able to pass the night here.” An unconscious smile tugged at my lips as I took them and sat on the couch. “Alright, thank you. Please turn off the lights for me.” Melissa didn’t say anything, she only hissed and turned to leave. But as she turned, the fluffy slipper she was wearing caught on to the ends of the blanket I was holding. Before she could balance her stance, one of her slippers flew in the air, while the other slid down, sending her tumbling to the floor. “Watch out….” I shouted as I charged forward, catching her in my arms before she could fully come in contact with the tiled floor. I held her firmly in my arms, waiting for her to process her thoughts. Her eyes were firmly shut as she was still expecting the impact of the fall. I guess she hadn’t realized she was seated on my lap with her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. I couldn’t hel