LISTOWEL’S POV The conference room was suffocating. The air hummed with tension so thick it was almost palpable, and every gaze in the room seemed to be aimed at me. I leaned back in my chair, outwardly calm, though my chest felt tight. I’d been through a hundred board meetings in my time as CEO, but this one was different. This one wasn’t about strategy or projections; it was about survival. I scanned the room, noting the familiar faces of the board members, most of whom avoided meeting my eyes. At the head of the table sat my grandmother, her icy glare directed straight at me. James and Daniel were to her left, their smug expressions irritating me more than they should. They whispered and chuckled to each other, completely at ease. Mr. Maccini, seated next to Grandmother, maintained his usual unapproachable demeanor. His presence alone was a threat. With his shares and my grandmother’s influence, it was clear they had worked tirelessly behind the scenes to have me impeached as
Wendy’s POV My Grandpa had been doting on me evet since I tried to kill myself. I had cut my wrist and was lying down in a pool of blood when the maid came out of nowhere and shouted for me to be taken to the hospitalZ Since then, my grandfather has been trying to feed me, and even put me to sleep. The warmth of the food on my tongue didn’t soothe me; I pushed the plate away. “I’m not hungry,” I muttered, staring down at the half-eaten food. “Stop this, Wendy,” Grandpa said, his tone firm but laced with concern. He was always so damn concerned about my well-being, but never once had he asked about my heart—about how Listowel had thrown me aside. “You can’t keep on punishing yourself like that” I shot him a bitter look. “I’m not punishing myself. I’m trying to figure out what’s left of me,” Grandpa sighed heavily, his brow furrowed in thought . “We’ll fix this, Wendy. You just need to pull yourself together. You need to go back to Italy and clear your head. Go to sch
Listowel’s POVIt's been three days since the meeting was held. I still held my position as CEO. But I hadn’t slept in two days. Two damn days. And it felt like the world was spinning slower, dragging me with it. I’d been to Melissa’s house, again and again, hoping, praying, that this time she’d open the door. That time, she wouldn’t turn me away.But nothing had changed.The silence from her side of things felt like a rejection I couldn’t escape. Every time I approached her house, I was filled with this aching sense of defeat, as if she had put a wall around herself that I couldn’t break through.I had thought I could live without her. But now, I wasn’t sure I ever would.The sound of my phone buzzing on the desk cut through my thoughts. Kevin’s name flashed on the screen. I answered it, not even bothering with pleasantries. “What is it?”“Sir please, I’ve got something,” Kevin’s voice was steady, but there was a tension in it. “We’ve been able to track down the guy who did the att
I sat in my dimly lit room, my fingers nervously tapping against the wooden desk. The silence felt suffocating, and the weight of everything going wrong pressed down on my chest. It seemed like everything was falling apart, and I couldn’t see a way out. Then, my phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence. It was Clinton. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to breathe slowly before picking it up. “Clinton,” I said, my voice low and shaky. “Wendy,” he replied, his voice calm but tense. “Listen, Tony has been arrested. Listowel traced and got him. This is bad. Really bad.” My heart clenched. Tony. He was the one who poured the acid on Listowel. He was supposed to be my tool, my ally in getting revenge. And now, he was in custody. The thought of losing him made my stomach turn. I couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything I’d done to get here. “What do you mean, they’re onto us?” I asked, trying to keep my panic in check. “Listowel knows that you and I are i
MELISSA’S POV I had been sitting by my laptop for hours, staring at the screen, trying to keep my mind occupied. But my thoughts kept drifting back to the same thing: my decision. I needed to leave Aphrodite City, leave everything behind—leave him behind. Listowel. The man who had once been my husband. The man who had destroyed me then tried to put me back together only to tear me apart again. The one who had used his influence to get me to work for his company. The one I could never forget, no matter how much I hated him. But this time, I was doing it for myself. I was doing it for Crystal. She deserved a fresh start, a life without the constant reminders of the toxic mess that had been my marriage. She deserved a life away from him. I’d already looked into apartments in the U.S. I had found a few options, but nothing felt final, nothing felt right. The uncertainty made me uneasy, but I had no choice. I was determined to go. I scrolled through job listings on my laptop, glan
MELISSA’S POV I pulled up at the parking lot of Legalstone Solicitors. As expected of an infamous company like Legalstone, the interior and ambiance screamed luxury. From the model of cars parked here, no one had to tell you the employees of this company are filthy rich and well-to-do. Well, it isn't anything unexpected because eighty percent of the attorneys who work here come from wealthy generations. The other twenty percent are also self-made business moguls, who ventured into law probably for the fun of it. That's why someone like me never dreamt of working for Legalstone Solicitors. I've not even once imagined myself working here. Never. But here I am today, clutching an envelope and some files in my hands, riding the elevator to the 18th floor, where the interview is to be scheduled. The ride was smooth yet slow. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as I leaned my back on the horizontal pole in the lift, anticipating for the door to chime open soon. While wai
MELISSA’S POV I froze, my eyes moving in between the interviewers in a daze. Since when did interviews become so simple like this? Swallowing a chunk down, “Umm… you mean tomorrow? The day after today?” I asked while blinking. “Yes dear, no need to waste time. You can start working right away. Here at Legalstone, we do our best to be efficient. Besides, you were highly recommended so the interview was more of a formality,” a gentleman from the interview board remarked. My confused face contorted into disgust as soon as I processed his words. What does he mean by I was recommended? By who? I’m certain I know not even one person who works at Legalstone so who could have probably invited me? Could this be Listowel’s doing? Recalling his name alone made my mouth turn sour. Masking my disgusted look with a smile, “What do you mean by that? The gentleman’s brows raised as he also asked, “By what?” Tilting my head in the puzzle, “What do you mean by what you said earlier… that I
MELISSA’S POV “Yes, even I am surprised because that is very rare of him. He hardly commends his staff not to talk of making recommendations. You must have made quite the impression on him?” “I see…” I said, wondering who this Giovanni of a director is and what could have probably been his reason for the recommendation. The lady didn’t say anything again, but I could sense her unwelcoming demeanor even though I wasn’t paying much attention to her. As the elevator rode downstairs, my mind swirled with different thoughts. I was trying to figure out where in particular I might have met this director or how he got to know me. After a couple of minutes of trying, I finally gave up and silently prayed that my recommendation was based on my portfolio and that things would not end up like what happened at Gordon Inc. “I hope it wasn’t a selfish decision,” I said and immediately covered my lips with my hands as I realized the words had flown out of my lips unconsciously. “We
LISTOWEL’S POV A deep sense of relief washed over me as I tapped on the send button. A slow grin played at the sides of my lips as my phone started buzzing with notifications again. Yes, they must have been shocked. I doubt any of them expected the ‘high and mighty’ Wendy Macinni will open her legs for a bartender. I mean, it is not bad that she’s with him. But what makes it unbelievable is the fact Wendy thinks highly of herself and looks down on others. It is just unimaginable for her to be with the same people she disrespected. And oh, I don’t even care whether she stays with him or not. What pisses me off is the fact she’s trying all means to trap me. And that’s one thing I will never allow. I’ll rather die than have her carry my child. Even though I still don’t have the proof that she drugged me the other day, I’m certain that the baby she’s conceived is not mine. Now that I’ve got to know she’s not worth my mercies; I’m going to deal with her ruthlessly! She’s alrea
With my hands crossed over my chest I stood still beside the ceiling to floor glass windows in my office, staring at the landscape of Aphrodite. The fact that I was staring at the landscape beneath me didn’t mean I was admiring it but rather was staring plainly at without having any thoughts of it. My mind was currently a mess and it was swirling with thoughts of the unthinkable. My phone which was lying on the desk behind me was ringing incessantly with calls and notifications from the media houses, relative, business partners and bloggers. Apparently there were news circulating throughout the whole city that the next heir to Gordon Inc has been conceived so they were all reaching out to find out if it’s true. A slow smirk, a chuckle, and then a laugh laughter erupted from my lips echoed throughout my office. Even though the laugh was humorless I couldn’t stop myself from producing it. I laughed and laughed until my chest hurt. I mean, wasn’t it ridiculous enough for them
The alluring smell of hibiscus drifted through the garden as I sat in my garden, enjoying the breeze. The fine porcelain mug which contained the bitter leaf tea I was sipping swirled gently in my hands as I sipped on it.Placing down the mug, “That rude little brat!” I cursed under my breath. I couldn't believe I almost fell for her lies and actually shipped her to be the next lady of the Gordon Group.Even the thought of her makes my skin crawl. How could she have stooped so low? She really was going to hit me with the wine bottle? Wow! She wants to my grandson with such rotten manners? Over my dead body!Taking in a deep breath, I stood up and made my way into the mansion. I've baked myself enough; the rest of the sunrays has no vitamins.I reached for my phone from the dining table as I realised its been chiming with notifications for a while now. Assuming it was blog notifications, I ignored it. It is like generation only mind other peoples business for a living. There's always
WENDY’S POVI looked up at Listowel feigning tears, “You can hate me all you want. You can view me as the worst person to ever lived. But don’t forget this Lis. You’re going to be a father, Listowel. You can’t just turn your back on that.” I stated.He glared at me with for a while without uttering a word. His lips were tight, the veins on his forehead popping as if he was going to explode any time soon.He had returned back from downstairs and I could only guess things didn’t go well for him. Melissa must have pushed him away.Good. Now he knows how it feels to be rejected. Feigning pity, I moved my fingers seductively on his chest as I sobbed, “ Come to me. Let’s watch our baby grow together.”The grimace on his face deepened as soon as the words flew out of my lips. “Get your hands off me,” he growled. His low voice sounding more deadly than I anticipated. He looked like he was using all the energy in him to suppress the fury bubbling in his chest but I couldn’t care less. He
LISTOWEL’S POV My heart jumped to my throat as soon as I saw Melissa by the doorway. She was standing still, her face drained of blood as she locked eyes with me. My chest tightened and I could feel my heart aching badly as I saw her beautiful eyes turn red and then teary. No. She wasn’t supposed to hear this. Not now. Not when I was still unsure if what Wendy was saying was true. Pushing aside my desk, I sprang up to my feet and ran towards her. “Lisa….” I whispered, stretching my hands to hold her still. But before I could touch her, she took some steps back, her bloodshot eyes producing more tears than I could imagine. Her lips parted as she tried to talk but only a sorrowful sound came out. Covering her mouth, she shook her head slowly before turning to her heels. I ran after her but the elevator door closed before I could get in. When I managed to meet her downstairs, she had wiped the tears off her face, her expression hard and serious. Slowly, I approached her, prevent
WENDY’S POV Early the next morning, I returned to the mansion, the expression on my face that of anger. I was ready to scold my grandpa for his hypocrisy. But upon my return, he had already left for a meeting. He had given the keys to the maids and instructed them not to give it to me. One of the maids dared to challenge me when I demanded the key, infuriating me the more. And yeah, she was fired from working in our mansion that very day. I hate nobodies who tend to act pompous when they get little authority. With the pretense of delivering coffee, I made my way to the guest room. Luckily, Listowel was asleep so I thought to myself that I still had the chance to execute my plan. Quietly, I sneaked into the bed after undressing. My fingers trailed on the green veins lining up on his big muscles and arms. Oh, how I miss the old days! Doing this would have made him curl me up on his chest. A sudden turn he made jolted me out of my thoughts. Slowly, he sat up on t
WENDY’S POV My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as I made my way out of the restaurant. Luckily, the bodyguards my grandpa had recruited to watch after me were at the scene. They rushed in and seized the phones of the people around, threatening to sue any of them who would post it online. Sitting in my car, I let out a steady breath, trying to calm myself from the embarrassment from earlier. Gazing keenly into thin air, “Madam Gordon, harden your resolve because the next blow that's coming your way could end you paralyzed.” I gritted. Reaching for my phone, I scrolled through my contacts, looking for our family doctor’s contact. I hesitated for a split second before tapping on the green dial sign. This was the only way for me to get the upper hand. The call went through after the ring and Dr. Mensah’s voice came through the line. “Hi…” I breathe out. “It is Wendy…” “Wendy dear, how are you?” he politely asked, even though I hate it when he treats me like we ar
MELISSA’S POV The clock struck five and it was already time to close. I shut off my monitor and started arranging my desk, bringing the day's work to an end. I grabbed my bag and put in it some accessories before I stood up and adjusted my dress. From the glass windows, where I was checking myself, I could see a blue folder with a stack of documents inside. I let out a gentle sigh as I remembered what I told the owner the other day. I remember telling Listowel that I was gonna give it to a dispatch rider to deliver it to him but there here it was, still lying on my desk as if all the riders in town were on holiday. Well, I changed my mind at the last minute and decided to go give it to him in person. Yes. Yes. I know. I know that seeing him often was gonna disrupt my healing journey but….. I forced a chunk down my guts as I inched closer to pick it up. These documents seem to be important and it'll be thoughtless of me to leave them in the hands of a random rider. Wha
A wave of gasps erupted from the people around me as the liquid drenched my designer dress, turning the white fabric into red.My lips parted widely, my eyes closing shut as the wine dripped from my hair to my face and onto my dress. I froze. For a moment, I couldn’t move or utter a word.Was I just hallucinating or that dang old bat had poured the wine on me?I let out a slow breath, my fingers curling into a fist beside me as I stood properly. “What the hell do you think you’re—“ I yelled, but my statement died on my lips as her palm vehemently clashed against my cheek.My head snapped to the side, my hair flying everywhere as the sting spread through my face. My hands shot up to caress the area she had just slapped, glaring at her with deadly fury. Whispering, the onlookers started inching closer to the scene; their phones shot up in the air as they started recording. I raised my hand, intending to return the favor. These people were recording and I hate to be the one at the m