Lucille’s POV
My eyes widened as I looked up at Vanessa. Her face paled slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Which mommy?" Brandon asked. "Do you really need to ask?" I yelled, glaring at Vanessa. "She must have poisoned him. She's nothing but bad news." "Liam, which mommy?" He persisted. Liam pointed at me, and my heart dropped. "I ate some of Mommy's cake while you were...fighting," He whimpered. "There's no poison in the cake," I protested, panic gripping me. "I made it myself at the hospital's bakery. There's nothing he's allergic to in the cake!" "What did you add into the cake?" Vanessa spat, her tone accusing. "Did you want to hurt him, so he could join you at the hospital?" "Of course not!" I spat,desperation choking my words. "I would never do anything to hurt my child." But Brandon wasn't listening. "Give him to me!" Brandon snarled, pulling him away from my hands. "If anything happens to my son," He sneered. "I'll make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars!" As he rushed out of the mansion with Liam cradled in his arms, Vanessa tried to follow. But I grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She fed him a cake, what if that cake was poisoned. I would die if anything happened to my child. "What did you do to my son?" I demanded, angrily. With a smirk, she faced me, "We can never tell, Lucille. Maybe you will end up killing your son like you did to your mother." "What did you just say?" I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. "You heard me right," She scoffed, yanking her hand out of my grip. "Did you..." I trailed off as realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Vanessa was there with me the day my mother died. I could have sworn that I gave her the right dose, but the autopsy results made me think otherwise. "You killed her?" She burst into a sick laugh. Fresh tears filled my eyes as her laughter sent chills down my spine. "It took you so long to figure it out," She chuckled darkly. Anger surged through me, my blood boiling over. Without thinking, I slammed my fist into her face. "You bitch!" I yelled, my breathing heavy and ragged. "You killed my mother! How could you!" I struck her again, venting all my years of guilt and anger. For so long, I had felt guilty about my mother's death, believing it was my fault. "You are so evil, " I screamed, my voice cracking. "You deserve to rot in hell. I'm not going to let—" Before I could finish, I felt a brutal and sudden shove. My body flew backward and crashed into the glass table. Pain rippled through me as shards of glass pierced into my body and head. I landed on the cold floor, helplessly. Blood trickled from my head, and my body refused to move and tears slipped out of my eyes as realization of my helplessness hit me. "You're the one who's meant to rot in hell, not me," She said, her voice dripping with hate. She knelt beside me, her face twisted with spite. I tried to call for help, to move, to do something, but my body wouldn't respond. "But before you die, let me tell you how I killed your mother," She sneered, leaning closer. "When you gave her that first dose, all I had to do was get close and inject her with something else. I watched her die with a smile on my face." Her words sent a million daggers into my heart. "I just hated your perfect relationship with her. I didn't even have a mother to call my own," She spat, her voice laced with bitterness. "I loved watching you drift away from your family. Why would someone like you, a worthless wretch, get so much love?" She hissed, grabbing my chin. "And now, I'm going after that little brat of yours. I'm going to kill Liam, and there's nothing you can do about it," She laughed evilly. My son. My precious Liam. I couldn't let her hurt him. But what could I do? I had already lost so much to her. From when I was ten till now I was thirty, she had been like a shadow that stole everything from me. Now, I couldn't even my protect my own child. "Just die, Lucille." She said coldly, pressing her hand against my nose. The little air I had was cut off. I felt the cold grip of death tightening around me. I began wishing for a second chance. A chance to protect everything I had left. A chance for revenge. __ My eyes suddenly snapped open, widening in shock as Brandon's lips moved closer to mine. Irritated, I stepped back aprubtly. I glanced around confusedly and realized I was in a church. How was I here? The last thing I remembered was lying in my own pool of blood. I was dying...wasn't I? "Baby, what's wrong?" Brandon's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at Brandon and noticed he was in a familiar wedding suit. I shifted my gaze around, and there was Brandon's parents and other guests, sitting in the exact positions they were on our wedding day. "Lucille," The priest called softly. "Please kiss the groom." Groom? My heart raced. What was going on? I looked down at myself and froze. I was in a white wedding dress, holding a bouquet. This was my wedding day.Lucille’s POV A scream tore from my throat as I threw the bouquet on the floor and ran down the aisle. I heard whispers and voices calling my name, but I couldn't stop. Panic gripped me and tears filled my eyes. "What is happening?" I whispered to myself, shaking uncontrollably. "I was dead." My escape ended abruptly as I bumped into something hard. I whimpered, stumbling back before looking up and freezing. Before me was Martin, my first husband, one of the wealthiest CEOs in the country. "My, my...look who's running from her own wedding," I heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Kent, my second husband, an ambitious real estate mogul. They were both staring at me with an unsettling intensity. "Why are you..." "You're looking hotter than ever," Martin whispered, trailing his fingertips on my bare shoulder. I felt chills through my body, and stepped back, clearly uncomfortable. They were at my wedding before, because they were invited by Brandon's rich parents who d
Lucille’s POV Loud beeping sounds echoed in my ear as my heart raced faster in my chest. But I couldn't move my body and the darkness that overwhelmed me caused more distress. I tried to flutter my eyes open, but I couldn't. Was I dead again? Had I wasted the second chance given to me so easily? Or was I in a coma? I hoped it was none of these. I had to be fine to take my revenge, which would be a million times worse because Vanessa attempted to kill me. It was evident that even in this life or the past, I was still in danger as long as Vanessa was free. I struggled more to move and my fingers flicked. Slowly, I clenched my fist, mustering all the strength I could until my eyes were forced open. I gasped in relief as my blurry gaze met with a white ceiling. The antiseptic pungent smells evaded my senses strongly, but at least I was alive. It took twenty minutes of me staying still and trying to regain my energy before a nurse walked in. "Miss, how do you feel?" I heard a soft
Lucille’s POV “No!” Brandon yelled. “No, Lucille… I will never let you go.” He shook his head, holding onto the edge of my bed. It was obvious he was struggling so hard not to touch me. If he did, he would definitely crush me. “By the time you get out of this bed, we are going back to the church to continue our marriage. I love you too much to let you go.” He whispered, his eyes red. He looked like he was going through a lot like a truck had run him over. He was wearing a suit, the same from their wedding. His hair was disheveled and he looked like had not gotten a shower in days. Anyone who saw him right now would think he loved me dearly but then, I could never forget how he kissed Vanessa in my past life and defended her. Out of them all, Brandon was the only one I caught in the act. Kent and Martin only presented me with divorce papers, saying they had found someone else, Vanessa. Brandon was the one who hurt me the most. I stayed married to him for five years and even ha
Lucille’s POVA 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 on
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
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