Lucille’s POV
A surge of gratitude rushed through my mind. My brother, Lucas didn't end the call. For a few minutes, the call was silent and I had the time to regain myself and prepare myself for what was about to come. I held onto the wall for support and in that moment, another voice rang out on the phone. “What is it?” It was Lucian King, my father. “Hello, Father. I–” “Go straight to the point. You have three minutes.” He cut me off rudely. He was still so angry with me after all these years. Why wouldn’t he be though? After all, I was the reason why he lost the love of his life. I knew I had no time to waste, “I know who killed mother.” Those words were heavy in my mouth. The weight of it slumped my shoulders. The weight of those words could also be heard when my father started to breathe heavily. He was silent and I anticipated his response. “Aren’t you done destroying this family, Lucille? What more do you want?” His words cut through me like a knife but I wasn't the only one hurt, he was too. “I'm sorry, father.” I couldn't control my cries and I bawled out my eyes on the phone. “Please, forgive me,” I whispered. “I have always blamed myself for mother’s death and would never think of calling you. But I just found out the truth and I just want to let you know. The killer is out there still living her life and we are plunged into misery.” “Please, father. You have to listen to me.” It was already a miracle that he had not ended the call at this point. This showed me that fate was on my side and I only needed to push further. “You say you didn't kill my wife, who did then? Do you have proof? The last time I checked, you were the one who fed her the medicine she took and you even confirmed it.” He scoffed. “Don’t play games with me, Lucille. Even if we have not talked in years, I can find you wherever you are and throw you in jail.” He threatened. Of course, he was Lucian King, the hidden billionaire who could do and undo. “Now, for the last time, do you have proof?” That question would entail a lot and I wasn't ready to fumble it. “Yes, father. I have proof.” I affirmed. “Cool. Where are you now? Your brother will come–” “I am at the hospital, father. The same person who killed my mother made an attempt on my life. We must bring her to book.” I cut through his words. I heard him sigh, “What hospital?” I told him and a few minutes later, the call ended. The phone in my hand suddenly felt so heavy as well as my heart. The call went smoothly much more than I expected. He asked for proof. Of course, I didn't have one, other than my knowledge of the past life. But then I was going to give him the proof he needed. With my back on the wall, I slowly slipped to the floor. I curled up, my knees touching my bowed head while the phone fell on my thighs. The cries I was trying to suppress earlier poured out, my tears staining my hospital gown. I sat there for a few more minutes before the door opened and the nurse walked in. “Mrs. Lucille, are you there?” She didn't find me on the bed, so she came toward the window to see me curled up. However, I hated that she called me Mrs. Mrs. What? Mrs. Cheater? Since Brandon was a cheater. I almost rolled my eyes, the tears in my eyes drying up. “Are you done with the phone?” She asked. “Yes, I am. Thank you.” I replied, handing it back to her. “Come on, it's late. You will need to get back in bed.” She said. I let her help me up toward the bed and I got in. She tucked me in and soon, I was left with my thoughts. ___ Morning came and the nurse was dressing my wounds when I asked again, “Can I borrow your phone again?” “Really?” She chuckled. “You didn't get enough time talking to your husband, huh?” “Yes, I didn’t.” I grinned. Seeing me so eager to talk to my ''husband'', she handed the phone to me without complaint and then left. I took it and took one glance at my bathroom door with a determined look before punching a new number into the phone. I wasn't calling my father this time, I was calling someone else. “Hello, who is this?” A sweet female voice rang out on the phone. Immediately, I changed my voice, “Hello, is this Vanessa Williams? We are calling from Eastbourne Hospital and Lucille has asked us to call you. You see, the accident has taken a toll on her and she might not survive, so she listed your name as the person she would want to see.” I had formed those words in the spur of the moment and hoped she was going to believe me. “Really?” She sounded surprised. “Are you sure she said that?” “Yes,” I answered. “We would like to confirm whether you are coming or not.” The phone went silent like Vanessa was about to say no. In my heart, I begged all the gods I could think of, so she would accept. And her next words made me cringe. “Of course, I will be there. Lucille is my friend after all. I am the only one she has.” With that, the call ended and I let out a sigh of relief. It really took everything in me not to curse at that bitch. Me? Her friend? She must be dreaming. Now, I just had to sit back and wait until she got to the hospital. Before I made the call, I calculated my moves and I knew the odds of her accepting to see me was higher. There was no way she would pass on anything that concerned me. Back then, before she started to send troubles my way, I thought it was a show of love for me and I had only her to rely on. I never knew she was the termite, the silent destroyer, eating into my wood, my life. I waited for one hour until I got a knock on the door and she walked in. Immediately I saw her, memories flooded my mind again. My body and mind weakened and I was tempted to cry. But I shook my head, holding myself up. Just as always, Vanessa was dressed elegantly. She wore a green emerald dress, studded with pearls, and her hair was styled beautifully like she was going for a party. “Are you wondering why I dressed up so beautifully?” She asked, sashaying toward my bed, her heels clicking on the floor. “Why?” I looked from her heels, straight to her face. Vanessa was beautiful but the person behind that beautiful face was a heap of cruelty. “Because I am here to celebrate your death. The hospital called and they said you were on your deathbed. I thought to come bid you farewell.” She smiled, combing her hand through her hair, sassily. She then continued, “But looking at you… you don’t look like you are dying.” “What? Do you want me dead that bad? Don’t you want me to marry a few more men so you could sleep with them all?” I said, my tone biting. “Watch your mouth, Lucille!” She pointed at me, her eyes blazing with fury already. “And what if I don’t?” I taunted further. “Then I will have to finish what I started.” She dropped her bag on my bed and immediately started to crack her knuckles. I tried not to be scared by her actions because I knew she could do me harm. “What you started, huh? Do you mean when you started ruining my life right from my mother’s death, or when?” She looked taken aback by my words. “How did you know that?” She pointed at me with a frown. “Know what? That you killed Mrs. King?” I chuckled.Lucille’s POVVanessa looked taken aback by that question and she glared at me. She started to walk closer to me threateningly, her whole presence shooting venom. “Mrs. King? I killed Mrs. King, huh? Are you trying to accuse me of the crime you committed?” She turned the question back to me. Just as I thought, she was never going to admit it so easily. Getting her to confess wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't the same as my last life. “Have you forgotten, my friend?” I smiled even though she tried to intimidate me with her venomous eyes, I stared back into them. “Forgotten what?” She looked confused. “You told me yourself… the day you pushed me to die…” I said, my eyes containing a dark chilling look. I was recounting the incident that happened in my past life.“You must be out of your mind, Lucille. Yes, I want you dead but I am not stupid enough to tell you that I killed your mother.” She snapped. “So, are you admitting to killing her?” I put words in her mouth. “Yes!” She sn
Lucille’s POVIt was finally the day I would be discharged from the hospital. The past days had been me recounting my experiences with my father and Lucas. I was ready and the nurse had come to bid me goodbye. I made sure to get her a new phone and also thanked her for lending me her phone. “Aren’t you going to wait for your husband?” She asked. Since the day Brandon left, he had not come back, contrary to his words. I was glad that he thought of staying away from me for now. At least, I had some time to bond with my family in the hospital. Together, we vowed that Vanessa would be brought to book one way or the other. “No, I won’t.” I shook my head at her. I was actually waiting for my brother to come pick me up. My father had gone on a business trip, leaving Lucas to take care of me. There was a knock on the door and Lucas opened the door with a smile on his face. “Who is that?” The nurse whispered, looking starstruck. It was the second time she had seen Lucas. “That’s my broth
Brandon’s POVAs my body slammed on the bed and Lucille was dragged out of the hospital room by that damned man, I wanted to run after them but I held myself back. I needed to be sure I wasn't going crazy over her attitude. I loved Lucille with everything in me and I never minded the fact that she had been married twice before. Now that she found another man, I didn't want to let her go, never. I thought leaving me at the altar was the last straw but then she was already seeing someone else. I hated the idea of being cheated on but I still wanted her. Lucille showed me love even when she was broken from her past marriages. She was the first woman who didn't mind my wealth. She was broken and she needed love and I needed love too. We were two peas in a pod and now she just wanted to leave me just like that? No way! I took out my phone and made a call to my friend, Mason. On the first ring, he picked up. “Can you check on someone for me?” I asked, going straight to the point. “Ye
Lucille’s POV“This is your room… your former room actually,” Lucas said to me, his smile not leaving his face ever since we got back to the King’s mansion. “Go in…” He opened the door, and the first wave of scent that wafted into my nose was the same scent I used to get whenever I got into my room years ago. A fruity vanilla scent. I took a step inside to see that everything was just the same. I was certainly a girl living her life. They had not touched or remodeled anything. “When you left when you were 19, father and I chose to leave your room this way… well we were too hurt to do anything about it. And we just left it the way it was.”“A while back, Father started to clean your room himself. He missed you so much but could never bring himself to call you. And when you called days ago, he was happy.”“I finally saw him smile genuinely.” Lucas’ words were supposed to be happy and heartfelt words but why did they make me cry? I hurt my family so much and they still continued to l
Martin’s POV“I… I…” Lucille stuttered, blinking her beautiful eyes at me. She looked totally confused. “What are you saying–”“Shhh…” I put a finger on her lips, so gently, looking at her with a gaze filled with longing. My hand slowly moved to hold her jaw and I pulled her closer to me. She didn't flinch or resist. I was aware of the grip I had on her and I didn't break eye contact with her. I then moved my lips closer, aiming to have hers on mine. It had been a long while since I tasted those soft lips and I craved it, so badly. I was so close to her, our lips were so close and I could literally feel her warmth on my lips. Suddenly… bang!My back landed on the car, and I groaned due to the pain that shot through my body. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” She took off my suit jacket and sent it straight at me. Her anger was evident with her face turning redder. “Do you think you can just come here and do whatever you want?” She spat. “You called me out here, stating that yo
Lucille’s POV I rushed back into the mansion, feeling a wave of irritation wash over my body. I couldn't lie that his embrace wasn't soothing and addicting, as he covered me whole. What I was annoyed about was that deep down inside, I recalled the sweet memories we used to have. If only he was not a cheating bastard, things would have been different. I wouldn't go on to marry Kent or even Brandon. Martin was my first love and it took me a lot to let him go in my heart and move on. And then I met Kent who made me believe in love again. However, it didn't last at all. The end of my marriage with Kent made me think I was cursed. But Brandon came into my life, breaking that curse. He made me trust him so well, that I got pregnant but in the end, my heart was shattered again. Now that I looked back on everything, I wondered how I was capable enough to love three different men. My heart used to yearn for love, especially after I got kicked out of my family. However, I knew bette
I took a deep breath, looking from him to the paramedics. “Just take me home…” He whispered. However, there were things involved. If he didn't want the press involved, we would have to get his car away. He wasn't in the state to drive, I also couldn't drive two cars. The toll of my accident was still evident but then, I couldn't leave him in this state. I quickly thought about it on the spot and I texted Lucas to come get my car before I helped Martin into the passenger seat. By the time I was done, I was breathing heavily and I used my last strength to drive away from the accident scene. Even though Martin and I had been divorced for a few years now, I still knew where his mansion was located. The drive was a bit long and I saw that he had fallen asleep in his seat. As I got to the house I was let through and his servants came out to help me get him inside. We settled him in bed but the butler was a bit worried about him. “Is he going to be okay? I'm glad you were ab
Lucille’s POVEven though his calm and soothing voice gripped me, I shook myself off that trance and pushed him off my body. I was frantic, standing up from the bed, aiming to escape from him. However... Bang! My toes hit the edge of the bed in my haste and I went flying forward to the floor. “Ahhh….” I let out a loud and fearful scream as I saw the ground in view and how I was going to hit my head and this brought back memories of how I fell to my death in my past life and how I was flung off the road when I was hit by Vanessa. I closed my eyes as a feeling of dread overwhelmed me, I couldn't hold onto anything to stop my fall and the feeling that I was going to die again appeared in my head. Maybe this was why Martin had told me he didn't want to see me die again. Maybe this was… bang!My body hit a hard surface and I let out a groan, however, it wasn't painful. It was oddly comforting. My body curled up in this comforting moment and I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was
Lucille’s POVI looked at Vanessa, knowing she wanted to be the perfect woman before Mrs. Wallace. Her association with Brandon came much more earlier than I expected. And even though I wanted to divorce Brandon, she still wanted him. Then why don’t I let her have him? Maybe she would finally stop going after me and Brandon would also be on his own. “Answer the question, you bitch!” Mrs. Wallace yelled, bringing me out of my thoughts. Brandon also came forward, trying to drag his mother away. “Mother, that’s enough.” He said, staring at me apologetically but I didn't even acknowledge him. Was he trying to play the good cop? I scoffed in my mind, knowing the devil that lay beneath his goodness. “Mrs. Wallace, you wanted to know the truth, right?” I spoke up, looking at her with a smile. “Yes! Tell me! Did you cheat on Brandon?” She flung his arm to the side, staring at me intently. I didn't know why she was so concerned and particular about knowing the truth. Even Brandon stood s
Lucille’s POVAfter a few talks with my father, I left to my room with him promising to send the details of what I would oversee in the company. While I was away from home, I went to college and graduated with a business degree which would come in handy now. Everything was set as Lucas and I were going to be at the forefront, overseeing the family business. However, all that wasn't a big deal for me. What went through my mind were those photos and why the date coincided with the date my family was going public. It may be that I was just overthinking and there was no correlation, but when I recalled how calculative Vanessa was, I knew her moves were not just taken lightly. Was her family maltreated in the King’s mansion? I didn't know about that. The only thing I could do was ask questions. I nodded at that thought and was about to walk out of my room when there was a knock on the door. “Lucille, are you in?” Lucas called out.“Yes!” I answered immediately and quickly went to open
Lucille’s POVKent’s head snapped in my direction and he had an apologetic expression on his face. “I'm sorry, beautiful. I was just jealous.” Kent said, his eyes showing sincerity. One thing he was known for was that he was very aggressive in showing how he felt. He was the stark opposite of Martin. “So you both want to be at loggerheads with each other?” I arched a brow, curiously. “Yes.” They nodded. “Over what?” I frowned. “You!” They answered in sync. I froze for a minute but in the next second, I let out a chuckle and then a scoff. I looked from Kent to Martin, they looked so serious and didn't seem like they were going to stop. “Alright then.” I shrugged. “Fight each other…” I spread my arms to my sides, showing nonchalance. Kent suddenly smiled hearing my answer but Martin looked at me with a suspicious expression. “Anyone that wins…” I let out a cunning smile and then smiled, “Should go to hell!” Kent’s face changed, his eyes dimming slightly. He didn't look pleased
Lucille’s POVEven though his calm and soothing voice gripped me, I shook myself off that trance and pushed him off my body. I was frantic, standing up from the bed, aiming to escape from him. However... Bang! My toes hit the edge of the bed in my haste and I went flying forward to the floor. “Ahhh….” I let out a loud and fearful scream as I saw the ground in view and how I was going to hit my head and this brought back memories of how I fell to my death in my past life and how I was flung off the road when I was hit by Vanessa. I closed my eyes as a feeling of dread overwhelmed me, I couldn't hold onto anything to stop my fall and the feeling that I was going to die again appeared in my head. Maybe this was why Martin had told me he didn't want to see me die again. Maybe this was… bang!My body hit a hard surface and I let out a groan, however, it wasn't painful. It was oddly comforting. My body curled up in this comforting moment and I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was
I took a deep breath, looking from him to the paramedics. “Just take me home…” He whispered. However, there were things involved. If he didn't want the press involved, we would have to get his car away. He wasn't in the state to drive, I also couldn't drive two cars. The toll of my accident was still evident but then, I couldn't leave him in this state. I quickly thought about it on the spot and I texted Lucas to come get my car before I helped Martin into the passenger seat. By the time I was done, I was breathing heavily and I used my last strength to drive away from the accident scene. Even though Martin and I had been divorced for a few years now, I still knew where his mansion was located. The drive was a bit long and I saw that he had fallen asleep in his seat. As I got to the house I was let through and his servants came out to help me get him inside. We settled him in bed but the butler was a bit worried about him. “Is he going to be okay? I'm glad you were ab
Lucille’s POV I rushed back into the mansion, feeling a wave of irritation wash over my body. I couldn't lie that his embrace wasn't soothing and addicting, as he covered me whole. What I was annoyed about was that deep down inside, I recalled the sweet memories we used to have. If only he was not a cheating bastard, things would have been different. I wouldn't go on to marry Kent or even Brandon. Martin was my first love and it took me a lot to let him go in my heart and move on. And then I met Kent who made me believe in love again. However, it didn't last at all. The end of my marriage with Kent made me think I was cursed. But Brandon came into my life, breaking that curse. He made me trust him so well, that I got pregnant but in the end, my heart was shattered again. Now that I looked back on everything, I wondered how I was capable enough to love three different men. My heart used to yearn for love, especially after I got kicked out of my family. However, I knew bette
Martin’s POV“I… I…” Lucille stuttered, blinking her beautiful eyes at me. She looked totally confused. “What are you saying–”“Shhh…” I put a finger on her lips, so gently, looking at her with a gaze filled with longing. My hand slowly moved to hold her jaw and I pulled her closer to me. She didn't flinch or resist. I was aware of the grip I had on her and I didn't break eye contact with her. I then moved my lips closer, aiming to have hers on mine. It had been a long while since I tasted those soft lips and I craved it, so badly. I was so close to her, our lips were so close and I could literally feel her warmth on my lips. Suddenly… bang!My back landed on the car, and I groaned due to the pain that shot through my body. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” She took off my suit jacket and sent it straight at me. Her anger was evident with her face turning redder. “Do you think you can just come here and do whatever you want?” She spat. “You called me out here, stating that yo
Lucille’s POV“This is your room… your former room actually,” Lucas said to me, his smile not leaving his face ever since we got back to the King’s mansion. “Go in…” He opened the door, and the first wave of scent that wafted into my nose was the same scent I used to get whenever I got into my room years ago. A fruity vanilla scent. I took a step inside to see that everything was just the same. I was certainly a girl living her life. They had not touched or remodeled anything. “When you left when you were 19, father and I chose to leave your room this way… well we were too hurt to do anything about it. And we just left it the way it was.”“A while back, Father started to clean your room himself. He missed you so much but could never bring himself to call you. And when you called days ago, he was happy.”“I finally saw him smile genuinely.” Lucas’ words were supposed to be happy and heartfelt words but why did they make me cry? I hurt my family so much and they still continued to l
Brandon’s POVAs my body slammed on the bed and Lucille was dragged out of the hospital room by that damned man, I wanted to run after them but I held myself back. I needed to be sure I wasn't going crazy over her attitude. I loved Lucille with everything in me and I never minded the fact that she had been married twice before. Now that she found another man, I didn't want to let her go, never. I thought leaving me at the altar was the last straw but then she was already seeing someone else. I hated the idea of being cheated on but I still wanted her. Lucille showed me love even when she was broken from her past marriages. She was the first woman who didn't mind my wealth. She was broken and she needed love and I needed love too. We were two peas in a pod and now she just wanted to leave me just like that? No way! I took out my phone and made a call to my friend, Mason. On the first ring, he picked up. “Can you check on someone for me?” I asked, going straight to the point. “Ye