3RD POV:Mel, Simia:“Are the rumors true of the ongoing relationship between Jonathan Knight and Freda Morgan?”“Is it true, Jonathan Knight is not attracted to women?”“What happened between Scarlet and Jonathan Knight? Is it true they secretly married and have secretly gotten divorced?”Reporters flocked around the restaurant where Mrs Jessica Knight and her friends came to have dinner. The security guards guarded Mrs Knight from the aggressive reporters but her face was scrunched up from the obnoxious questions and she was left stunned by the second question wondering,Where did that even come from? This was becoming too much…“I'm sorry about that, Mrs Knight. I have no idea how the reporters came to know about your whereabouts.” The new driver, Corby, apologized and Mrs Knight heaved out a sigh.“They are the parazzi and they are everywhere. It has nothing to do with you. Let's just go home.” She assured him as he started up the car and he nodded slowly letting out a breath.As
3RD POV:THE NEXT DAY:AT NOON:Today was the press conference set up by Jonathan's team, as a promotion for the competition highly recommended by the television channel who needed viewers to tune in every single night throughout the event. Everything was already set up for the night, billboards were out, media houses were prepared to come interview as well as promote. It was going to be a successful event, everyone was certain of that.What was the worst thing that could possibly go wrong when everything was already in place?Jonathan was standing behind the camera, as his assistant was running down some of the questions that might be asked. He was in designer simple black pants and his signature blindly button down white shirt. His face wasn't as empty as they were years back, he had connected beards and his hair was combed out always, making him look handsome and more appealing.Freda smiled seeing him, she adjusted her new gold hoop earrings and walked towards him.“Wow….Who is th
IRIS’S POV:That Same Day:It was a warm Afternoon, the weather was different from back home just like I remembered but it wasn't as much as I could remember, the sun was out and bright, the city of Mel was simply exquisite and I was amazed at the fact that the only time I stayed at the city was some days to my wedding, and I was too occupied to enjoy its serenity and beauty. The apartment Gabriel and I stayed was about thirty minutes away from the city, private estate for his status.“My sister has always loved the neighboring city. Let's get married there, I will have my team set it up and trust me, it would be spectacular. Just let me go tell her.” I remember vividly how he kissed my head afterwards and like a kid, he skipped away hastily going to inform his little sister, Tamar, all about it. Without even sharing more details nor asking if I liked it. His sister and relatives liked me. Another reason why I didn't even bother objecting was because I hoped it would at least bring s
IRIS'S POV:I sipped out of my milkshake and laughed but he looked at me with the most expression ever, making me laugh even harder.“You two love each other and that's amazing to hear, because you know she casted a spell on you. It's admirable you can't get her out of your mind even after over two years…” I trailed off thinking to myself about that gigolo who I couldn't also get out of my mind, nor picture another man making love to me like he did.It was so sad, wasn't it?“And how busy are we talking?” I questioned, shaking my head to dispel the thoughts. “Definitely how you get busy with the kids, work and your secret creations.” He responded and I frowned looking at him with disbelief. “I'm not even kidding….I need a vacation soon. But talk to me, how's Sophie? Is she seeing anyone?” He inquired and I shrugged sipping out of my drink, noticing various security guards by a table close by and another by the door. I'm certain there were some others, and as usual I was not complain
3RD POV:COMPETITION DAY:The spectators, bright excited parents, guests, media personnels, friends and family all took a seat in their places, astonished by the magnificent hall, from the exterior to the interior. This was one of the top ten ranked halls in the world with over three hundred people capacity, it was used for concerts, competitions and huge conferences amongst other things. The hall had a grand space adorned with extravagant chandeliers casting bright light, and white light bulbs, and a dozen of high quality cameras from each angle by the network television channel. The podium had a two work table work space, with pots and pans of various sizes, mixing bowls, spatula and whisks, and the ingredients for the meal they were to prepare was all sealed in the pan.Tickets to the hall were all sold out, and parents as well as well wishers were getting seated waiting in anticipation for the event to begin.“Are Grandpa and Grandma coming?” Jason inquired, hopeful as Iris bent
3RD POV:“I'm sorry…my hands are a bit sweaty.” He mentally yelled at his sweat glands in the moment. But it was usually for when he was shy and nervous.“It's okay, Jason, it happens to all of us.” She chuckled and he laughed as well, relaxing at that information.“Well, Good luck out there. Hopefully you will be number 3 and I will be number 1.” She said and Jason responded, “We will see about that.”He smiled to himself as she walked off, thinking She's so cute but I need to focus and win. I will get to train under Jonathan Knight.He reminded himself anticipating meeting his idol.********TWO HOURS LATER:Sounds of violin bounced through the corner of the hall, a sound that will keep you anticipating and focused on the kids. The competition had begun over an hour and thirty minutes ago, and Jason had grinned from ear to ear when he saw everyone there cheering for him in excitement and reading the signs board from everybody's cardboard, and Mariana and Miguel stood up from their s
THAT SAME DAY:JONATHAN'S POV:After going on a break, the guests and I tasted each of the kid's meals. Some were just plainly…horrible and by the looks on their faces, they knew that as well. It was probably because they didn't expect what they were asked to prepare. I had almost barfed after tasting one of the “grandberry pie” one of the contestants made but Freda had just hurriedly handed me a napkin.When giving my review to the kids and telling the world what I thought about the creations, I refrained from saying too much. I loved kids and I know if I said much, I would be blunt and come off as mean to the rest of the world.There were about five of whom did extremely well and this last round was the top six to prepare my popular dish, Chef's Ris. I anticipated tasting and watching Jason Fletcher prepare it.He was simply outstanding and I hoped he would emerge as the top three. It was quite obvious that he would.He reminds me of myself at his age, focused on cooking and making
JONATHAN'S POV:Vee was getting a divorce from Tristan after he had walked in on her having sex with another man in their matrimonial bed. She treated him like he was the one in the wrong and it had been sad and hurt for a while now. But she still seemed to have a lot of demands for him nonetheless, but it seems like she's oblivious to the type of power his family yielded and the power my family and I held as well.Everyone at the table then turned to look at him with pity offering their apology while his mother still gave him a look of ‘I told you so.'Well everyone definitely told him so but things between them seemed perfect for over seven years. But it wasn't really.“That's enough about my brother. Let's make a toast to my other brother, Jonathan Knight, creating opportunities for kids all over the continent and soon the whole world at large. You're an inspiration and role model to many and there would be another party thrown tomorrow to celebrate the conclusion because you truly
3RD POV:A WEEK LATER:“He was let go because there was no evidence against him, and his alibi matched. We should have known he would be of no news. Reports say he sat in the questioning room, silent with a smirk on his face, until his lawyer came and took him away.” Jonathan explained, dressing him in a suit as he had dozens of meetings with sponsors, senior and junior chefs, executives and he was also to be at his father's company for a shareholder's meeting, since he owned large shares he had to be there.“That's totally insane! He's trying to mess with us and I don't like it one bit, especially with the kids involved.” Carl pointed out, over the phone as he was just checking in on Jonathan and the kids.“I don't even want to leave their side for a second but they have school to catch up with and they feel so much better. I need to find out who that woman is and since only Scarlet comes to mind, we have to find her.” Jonathan said in finality and Carl hummed in agreement.They spok
3RD POV:TWO WEEKS LATER:“You poisoned the kids? Did they die?” Loud questioning came from the abandoned duplex out of town, with little to no internet and power majorly supplied by the solar panel gotten from Iris's company.She packed up her hair in a messy bun and yawned, “I did and those little bastards didn't. You know I have always hated those two kids since I laid my eyes on them and it was going to be easier this way. Getting rid of them as well as having Iris crying her eyes out. It's so annoying seeing her grinning from all directions of the camera, I just wish I was able to stay longer and see the tears rolling down her fat cheeks.”She tossed the little transparent bag of poison on the table stand in her room while he sat on the bed laughing at her words while keeping his eyes on her as she stripped out of her clothes. “Well, as long as there are no cameras that capture your face, it's great to keep them on their toes and have fun with them. However, you need to keep me
IRIS'S POV:Now I felt totally horrible and I ran through my face, everywhere was as silent as a graveyard which was definitely a wrong comparison given the situation at ground. To make matters worse, some medical personnels came out rolling a covered body out but stopped when they saw us. I could hear a sniffle coming from someone which I would guess to be Sophie, she hated situations like this.“I'm so sorry.” I coughed out and he smiled tightly.“I totally understand and I'm sorry for all the trauma and pain I caused you in the past, and what Gabriel is doing to you and your family. You still hit as hard as before I see. “ He joked trying to lighten up the mood as he adjusted his suit, and there was a cut on his lip.“Thank you for the suit and for this hit. I needed it more than you would ever imagine.” He looked surprisingly sincere, looking so hurt and he walked off. I could feel everyone's eyes glued on me and waiting for my next move.I closed my eyes for a second before hurry
IRIS'S POV:THAT EVENING:“I came as soon as I heard and Bonnie stayed back with the baby. What are they saying?” Carl joined us in the hallway, greeting everyone who was just as anxious. I remained silent and to myself wiping away my tears, ignoring everyone's word of comfort and encouragement, just thinking long and hard of what had possibly gone wrong. As the twins were rushed in about thirty minutes ago, we all overheard the doctors and paramedic suggest that they were most likely poisoned and Jason's condition was more critical than Jamie.From where? By who? When? “I should have been more cautious and careful. If anything happens to them, I will never be able to forgive myself.” I thought outloud and placed my head in my hand, trying my best not to break down into tears and I could feel Jonathan's muscular arm instantly pulling me.“It's not your fault, Iris. They are going to be fine.” Mariana and Sophie said in unison, just like the twins and I imagined never getting to hear
JONATHAN'S POV:THAT SAME DAY:“Thank you, thank you so much, Sweetheart. This would have never happened without you.” I kissed my wife repeatedly on her forehead, cheeks, lips and neck and she giggled melodiously, looking so gorgeous. Whew…My wife is breathtaking. Even with little to no make up.“It's all you, love. You are so talented, passionate and amazing, it's only right you get your flowers and deal with whoever attempts to tarnish your image.” She spoke sweetly and I held onto her waist firmly, unable to wipe the smile on my face.The switch in people's words and reactions to me was quite amusing. My assistant had read what was being said now and I was just glad, the restaurant would continue receiving customers as this also affected the sales of the restaurant. “I love you so much, with everything in me!” I told her with absolute sincerity, and she cupped my cheek, pressing her lips on mine and kissing me softly.“I love you too, and the kids and I are so proud of you.” She
IRIS'S POV:“In the absence of any confessions or words from either of these great chefs. Let's begin….” The announcer stated, and began cutting down along with every other person in the audience as well as the kids who were just so energetic from all that sugar intake.“3….2….1…” And they began, grabbing their utensils and everything needed.The hall was not so large, it had a capacity of two thousand people because as soon as the tickets were out they were instantly sold out. Many referred to the competition as the ‘greatest battle of the sexiest chefs.’ And what was better than watching it in person…The hall was dimly lit, and the spotlights were on the contestants who had their eyes facing to the audience and the judges who also watched how they had prepared it. I wasn't even as tense as I should be, because one of the judges was present at the revealing of this new meal and he had been one who gave Jonathan thumbs up.But I feared whoever was behind bribing Chef Ryan could also
IRIS'S POV:A WEEK LATER:“Good morning everyone. I am Iris Knight, wife of Jonathan Knight and I will answer a few questions after sharing some words.” I spoke in a very assertive tone, speaking into the different microphones before me. “Chef's Ris was made inspired by me because I am my husband's taste, which is probably why a single bite of the meal will always make you moan or groan at its blended delicious taste. Chefs who have been in love could probably understand what I'm talking about. Chef Ryan who knows if he has or would ever experience the love Jonathan and I share, what if he truly has, won't it be great if he gathered with us by tomorrow night with it being publicly streamed, in order for the whole world to see the same passion and ease in his eyes as he cooks. We've all witnessed Jonathan Knight prepare this meal confidently for years, how come we haven't heard or seen Ryan Jared do the same? If he doesn't, it displays how much of a liar and fraud he is right?” I chuc
JONATHAN'S POV:A WEEK LATER:Bonnie had given birth to a baby boy, and though premature, all four of us had concluded that he was going to be so bad yet great like Carl was. If I hadn't admired Carl before then I totally did now, he had been making sure Bonnie was doing well after the surgery as well as questioning the doctors about the most minimal things everytime he goes online to read something about premature birth. He had also been flooding her with gifts and he shared with Tristan and I that it was finally time to get her the luxurious car she had requested for because she duly deserved it as his greatest fear which was losing her didn't come to pass. Iris also had been so attentive to Bonnie's needs, talking to her about her feelings and worries as a new mother and I had seen them both crying one time. It still broke my heart till this day that I was unable to be there for Iris and be by her side through postpartum.I just hope there will be a next time and I will be there.
JONATHAN'S POV:TWO DAYS LATER:“Jonathan Knight, are the rumors true?”“Chef Ryan has made a whole lot of allegations against you, what do you have to say?”“Are the Knights really thieves of ideas?”“Is this how you plan to portray yourself to your kids?”The paparazzi came all at once as Tristan and I exited out of my office, we ignored them and my security hurriedly pushed them back in order for us to walk past, handing us glasses which I was so thankful for because the cameras kept flashing repeatedly in both our eyes.We successfully entered my black SUV and I heaved out a breath.“What the hell?!” Tristan exclaimed as one of the female reporters clung out at him, preventing him from shutting the door.“Give us something…anything, Mr Knight. Just a word.” She pleaded, sticking her head through the door which was almost getting closed and my security carefully pulled her away.Tristan and I looked at each other after locking the doors and laughed out loud. My driver soon started