Violet’s POV“I… I’m sorry,” I heard Jason say. His voice reached my ears vaguely. “Vaguely” because my senses were at their lowest. The only prominent sound that filled my ears was that which escaped my lips as shaky breaths. My eyes were clouded with hot tears effortlessly streaming down my cheek already.This revelation felt so sudden. To put more accurately, it felt like a knife. Plunged right through my back. I felt betrayed; anguished; torn apart; heartbroken! How could they?!The same people I considered family never bothered to reveal the truth to me until today. What were they thinking when they saw me stuff myself with lies all these years? How did he feel watching me with arms crossed as I took care of a child I always thought to be someone else’s while grieving my loss? Did it feel like the movies? Was there popcorn to go with it? “ Violet…” Jason’s pleading voice again pierced through the turmoil in my head that ravaged my sense of reaso
Jason's POVI ran outside hating how Violet had sounded, I knew my grandfather had his reasons for keeping Vince away from us but I would be a fool to ignore the nagging voice in my head telling me he kept it to himself for way too long. The air outside was less stiff, not as clouded with choking emotions from hidden truth, yet somehow felt just as horrible. I searched round for a familiar figure, that lovely hair colour, but nothing. She either wasn’t here or if she were, she must be very good at staying invisible.‘Shit’ I cursed seeing and feeling nothing but air slapping my bothered face. How did she even move that fast?I rushed the final steps to my car and hopped into the trusty bentley. Slamming my head a few times against the steering wheel, I couldn’t help but hate myself even more for being so stupid, I should have suspected something. Argh! where could she have gone? The mansion? Worth a try. Slamming on the accelerator, I drove full speed
Jason POVI pulled out the now crumpled piece of paper that would solidify whatever Violet had explained because if I were in the boy’s shoes, I would most definitely not believe shit. As if expecting it, Vince grabbed the paper immediately it left my pocket and skipped up the stairs yelling.“I’d make sure to keep it safe!” he said, just before we heard the sure slam of a door.Once Vince was gone, it was too hard to ignore that we were both alone now. The hallway had become so quiet that I was certain if the keys currently poking my thighs were to drop, it would sound like a fucking earthquake was taking over the hallway.“Val, I’m so sorry. I should have suspected something, should have been more vigilant, checked on you, made sure you were okay after…” I trailed off, not entirely sure it was a memory she’d like to revisit. I swallowed every reason to shut up.“You wouldn’t have had to go through all of that, or at the very least, not alone.” I rambled on, the guilt I felt overshad
Third povFlash backsGrandpa Gomez's hands settled on his desk as he scanned the document before him. His private investigator had been investigating the murder and it had been staged by a rival family and company; The Porter Hughes family.Grandpa was lucky he had his spies and investigators everywhere, he'd have been arrested instantly."They are planning to frame you for his murder." His private investigator said.He glanced up at him with eyes hard as rocks.He knew The Hughes hated his guts and were ruthless but to try and pin a murder on him was going too far too fast.They'd always been in competition in business and other areas but murder? That was going too far."Why?" Grandpa Gomez asked, his face contouring into an angry frown."My guess is as good as yours. Business," the man answered with a shrug.He'd been working for Grandpa Gomez for a while now and he had to admit that the Clarksville were a more sophisticated bunch than his other clients."Of course, Damn fucking
Third povFlash back.Three decades ago.Mr. Gomez was doing his usual bouts in the factory when his manager walked up to him."Gomez!" He called, looking enthusiastic.Mr. Gomez turned to look at the manager with a faint smile and eagerness. He was always grateful to this kind man. "Yes, Manager Rio?" He gave his full attention to his manager."The owner of the factory is here." Manager Rio whispered into his ears.There was a nervous look on Mr. Gomez's face which he tried to conceal. Then he heard manager Rio's next words. "He's going round and supervising, I put in a good word for you, don't blow it." Manager Rio advised him. Gomez nodded in appreciation."Thank you manager, I'll do my best." Gomez smiled and went on to do his job as naturally as he possibly could.Everyone in the factory knew he was the best supervisor in the factory and everyone's favorites too. Gomez had been dreaming of a promotion for a while now. He was making good money but he was an insatiable man. He
Third povGomez was filled with anger as he pulled himself from the ground and dusted himself clean.The man that had attacked him had been gone for five minutes straight. He'd only been able to stand up noy"Bastards." He groaned as he discovered they had actually broken his leg. He limped down the stairs.He didn't have a choice now. He had to leave or they'd kill him. He knew that the Porter Hughes family weren't people to mess around with.He knew pursuing anything further from their daughter will lead to his demise. If they could send thugs after him, they could definitely erase him from the world with just a snap of their fingers.With his hand on his waist and his face to the sky, his eyes watered just a little bit. The thought of leaving his lover broke his heart into pieces. He felt like someone was ripping his heart out with a sickle.Gomez took a deep, shaky breath and wiped the tears that had escaped his eyes and then schooled his facial features into an impassive mask."I
Jason's povI was filled with mixed emotions as my grandfather finished telling his story. Not only was I speechless, I was conflicted emotionally.I didn't know what or how I was supposed to feel about his story. It was a sad one. One that got progressively worse as he continued.Before I had come here, I had concluded on my hatred for him. He'd hurt me and Violet so bad that it couldn't possibly be forgiven. But now that I had heard Grandpa's story, I felt sad for him. I still hated his guts but the fact that the love of his life had been stolen right from under his nose simply because he was poor broke me.I couldn't imagine losing Violet, I couldn't even imagine being without her. I wouldn't survive it and I wouldn't want to. It wasn't my story but I felt empathy for him and at the same time, a deep sadness took over me and I felt the urge to smash something in that instant.Why was I so angry on his behalf? I wondered. The man was a repulsive man and he'd put Violet and I throug
Violet's pov.I stared down at Vince's sleeping form. I still had not gotten used to the fact that I was his biological mother. Of course I'd always felt the connection between us was more than just stepmother and stepson but never in my wildest dream did I think I could possibly be his biological mother. I was still mad at my father, in fact the mention of his name got me annoyed.He had betrayed me in the worst way and I couldn't possibly find it in me to even want to look at him. I still couldn't remember anything that had happened that year and the notion pissed me off. It pissed me off to know that my father had known about everything but had kept his mouth shut about it. It was the worst kind of betrayal.How could they have taken my free will from me just like that? Grandpa Gomez, I understood. He wasn't exactly a good man and he wasn't under any obligation to inform me but for my father to have kept it a secret too was unforgivable.I stroked Vince's hair, as he breathed ev