Emily's POV“Ah! Help! It hurts!” Brenda screams as she falls down the stairs.The crowd in the lobby came from all directions as she cried out in agony for help.I freeze at the top of the stairs on the second floor, not understanding why she had fallen. Today is my adopted sister Brenda's birthday party, and many guests comes to celebrate with her.“Brenda!” Mum shouts from behind me. Before I can turn around, she pushes me out of her way. I fall and twist my ankle as she rushes towards Brenda to help her to her feet. Then she turns around and fixes a death stare on me. “Have you lost your mind?! What are you doing being violent towards your sick sister?! ” Mum scolds me with contempt while Brenda stands beside her with an apologetic look on her face and I know she is not sorry about anything. “Are you trying to kill her so you can take her place?!” My mom doesn't trust me at all. That's where I am in this family.“I didn't push her, mom please listen to me.”I begs.“That's enough
Immediately, I drop the glass of champagne and don’t care what anyone thinks of me as I push my way past the number of people in front of me to the stage. I am almost out of breath by the time I stop in front of the ‘couple’.Oliver looks shocked to see me with his brows shooting to the top of his head. On the other hand, I catch a smug smile at the corner of Brenda’s lips.At the same time, she lifts her left hand and plants it on my boyfriend’s biceps and that is when I catch the diamond ring on her middle finger which she intended for me to see.Rage brews like an incoming storm in my belly as I finally wrap my head around Brenda’s orchestrated plan within a minute.My boyfriend threw my adopted sister an engagement party and in turn, she invited me without his knowledge. She told me it was a surprise engagement party, and thinking about it now, she never said it was for me. She meant that I would be surprised by the party and I must say that I’m indeed shocked.“Emily, what are yo
7 AM.The sound of my alarm wakes me with a splitting headache. I feel a dull ache between my thighs as I fumble for my phone to turn off the blaring noise with a hand on my forehead.It is not until I hear a deep breath exhale behind me that I suddenly realize where I am. The memories from last night’s events come crashing into my head as horror fills my gaze.I slowly turn around to see the handsome face of the man who took me to the realm of ecstasy and pain last night. I am almost distracted by his looks.I can’t believe I slept with a stranger last night. I will never say he forced himself on me. Indeed, he seemed pretty much out of it, plus I was so drunk and heartbroken, so the sex naturally happened, but why do I regret my actions now?My eyes brim with hot tears as I think back to everything I’ve been through in less than twenty-four hours. Although it’s nothing compared to what I’ve suffered all my life, I can’t help but cry within me.In a moment of weakness, I emba
Oh. Good. Lord! I cry in my head. I can literally feel everything inside of me screaming to duck or maybe open the elevator doors and run away, especially when he gives me a stare. If not anything, he looks taken aback by my reaction, and that’s when I recall my mouth is open. I close it before it can swallow a fly. The man standing before me is tall, has broad shoulders, a clean-shaven beard. His hair is sleeked backwards in a Pompadour style and he’s dressed in an expensive grey suit. I know I shouldn’t be paying so much attention to him, but he is hunky and exudes a powerful aura. I can’t believe he is the same man I slept with last night. Although he screams all shades of perfect, I am upset I gave my first time to a total stranger when I wasn't even ready for it. But most importantly, I wonder what he’s doing here at TRANSCORP. He looks away from me and fixes his gaze on the door as he shoves his hands inside his pants pockets. Clearly, he doesn’t recognize m
No matter the level of anger currently swirling in my chest like a jolt of electric current, I refuse to utter a word to Barbara Collins.It is hard for me to pretend to be unaffected by the revelation she just made, and I am almost about to lose my mind by merely sitting next to her.The air she breathes constitutes a lot of nuisance to me, and I personally think it should be cut off. Permanently.I grit my teeth and keep my gaze on Stella who is standing behind a podium sorting through some files.As we had earlier uploaded our resumés while applying for this vacant position through the mail, we were not required to come for the interview with any other document besides our ID. This is why I had no reason to go straight home from the club to pick anything.“Good morning, everyone,” Stella greets, immediately calling our attention to her. “As I earlier introduced myself, I am Stella, the current personal assistant, the position you all are vying for.”‘Oh!’ I mouth. I thought s
My worst fears don’t come true when Christopher Moore looks away from me. I release a deep breath I don’t know I’ve been holding. It will be terrible if he recognizes me.I am currently having a big battle with my mind on whether to go ahead with the interview for the position or not.It doesn’t feel normal to closely work with a man I had casual sex with. Everything screams awkward in my ears, but my current financial situation keeps fighting back.“Can we start the interview now?” He says to Stella who quickly agrees and introduces him to us.“…The interview lasts five minutes for each person. As soon as you hear your name from the speaker, please make your way into the room across. Thank you.”Stella and Mr. Moore head out first, leaving us to ourselves. Before Babara can turn to me, I stand up and move my chair to the end of the room until several minutes later.I’m the last person to enter the room across and when I do, Stella asks me to take my seat which I do.The inte
Christopher’s POV. 8:15 AM. With eyes narrowing and brows furrowing, I make a stop at the front desk on my way out of the club. I woke up naked this morning with spots of semen on my thighs and the bed. Someone definitely came into my room while I was delirious. “Who let a woman into my room?” I demand with an icy tone as my gaze moves between the two people behind the desk. I watch them exchange confused glances and something flashes in my eyes. Wrath. I don’t want to believe they don’t know what I’m talking about. This is an exclusive club and no one, I mean no one has permission to get into my bedroom without my consent unless they get the keycard from the management and I think that’s exactly what happened. I don’t have time to stall so I demand to see the CCTV footage from my room door last night but I don’t mind showing up late for the interview or leaving everything to Stella. “We are sorry, Sir. Unfortunately, the policy set by the management does not al
Emily's POVI didn’t think Barbara would be waiting outside the building for me because as soon as I step out, she rushes towards me.She just doesn’t know when to give up.“I saw the smirk you gave me earlier. Don’t rejoice so soon because I will definitely get this position and stomp all over your face!” Barbara says, stopping in front of me as she glances me up and down. “You lost your boyfriend to your adopted sister. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to lose this position as well. You know, celebrating double losses would be perfect instead of one.”For the records, Barbara is talking about the look I gave her after Mr. Moore crushed her confidence. I didn’t even know she saw it. Also, I had no idea she knew what happened to me at that party yet presented the situation to Mr. Moore like I was caught fighting Brenda for her man.At this point, I’m not even thinking for myself. Anyone but Barbara can secure the position of Personal Assistant to the CEO of Transcorp.I know Barbara thinks I
Emily.It is with so much relief on my heart that Christopher and I are walking right next to each other without any other human to interfere.Tessa is my best girl. She read the situation and then proceeded to an act. Mum almost ruined it though by trying to make Brenda follow us.I don’t know what she was thinking when she brought up that idea. I bet she didn’t know she looked empty in front of the Moore family for what she did.If I wasn’t so sure that Mum would never want to jeopardize her bidding relationship with the Moore family, I would have thought she was thinking of making Christopher interested in Brenda. I hope I’m not wrong.Because, I haven’t forgotten the fact that Mum was going to help Brenda marry Christopher instead after Brenda found out Christopher’s identity and cried to her that she wanted him.To think Mum had been foolish to even consider her request and even proceed to act on it.Today made me realize that there was probably nothing Mum could not do fo
Tessa.Mrs. Wilson being unable to read the ruin angered me in ways I didn’t know was possible.Even that fool naked Brenda pretended to be oblivious to the situation and sat there next to her mother, fluttering her lashes innocently; like she was some pitiful unloved lady ostracized by her family. If I didn’t know what Brenda was like, I would have fallen for her stunt but thankfully, I would never be deceived by her. But my family was different.They don’t know Brenda is a white lotus and a green tea bitch.And although I would like to expose that witch right in front of them, now wasn’t the time as it could ruin things for Emily. Besides, I can still deal with Brenda on my own.She doesn’t know whose lands she is stepping on.The awkward silence stretched enough to erupt Chris’s anger. He wasn’t a fan of Brenda, thanks to the true stories I told him about how Emily used to be bullied by her, and her mother.But before things could get out of hand; like Chris displaying an
Tessa. Grandpa’s talks were getting boring. From taking about the wedding, he shifted focus to business, engaging Emily’s dad in the conversation.Mr. Wilson’s eyes was full of smiles as he immediately connected to the conversation. After all, the business deal was the reason for his happiness, not his daughter’s marriage. I rolled my eyes inwardly as the silence on my part stretched. And that was when my gaze fell on my cousin, Chris. He was looking my way but I could bet it wasn’t me he was staring at.There was someone he had come to adore who was sitting next to me.From the corner of my eyes, I caught Emily looking back at Chris. And instantly, a smile appeared on my lips.These two looked tired of sitting at a place with no opportunity to interact with each other. Unfortunately for them, Grandpa was so old fashioned that he doesn’t have any innovative ideas in regards to this aspect.He doesn’t understand that the future couple need to spend more time together to know
While I’m happy someone from the Moore family came to my defence which is proof they had accepted me, I couldn’t help but be mad at Mum.What she just displayed was evidence of how bias she was to Brenda. She just showed the Moore family that I am the less preferred. Which is stupid.I don’t care that Mum loves Brenda with all her life. At least, she should tame her emotions and obsession outside. Even Dad who was alert, seemed to disapprove of Mum’s actions in front of the Moore family. I could tell by the way he touched the back of her hand while gazing elsewhere.And I would like to think that he was more disappointed because she and Brenda had indirectly told them they didn’t like the work they did with my wedding invitation cards.Soon, the awkwardness hanging in the air disappeared along with Tessa’s presence. Tessa arrived with a warm smile on her face , especially after she saw me. But the second she noticed Brenda, I saw her smile crack.I perfectly understand my fri
I felt Brenda’s discomfort as Grandpa Moore engaged me in a conversation. I think she’s crazy for even wanting the Moore family’s attention on her. Brenda is nothing short of a heavily delusional psychopath who doesn’t have a limit to her actions. Why on earth would she be mad that all attention was on me now? Somehow, I wished that Brenda will be taken away from my side. I don’t like sitting beside her and assimilating her negative energy. It makes me more mad. Unfortunately, I don’t have any other option. From talking about work, Grandpa shifted the conversation, mentioning the wedding which was in a few weeks. Uncle Frederick’s wife mentioned the wedding invitation cards were ready. A minute later, their family butler brought a square-shaped box with a red ribbon at the top. “They arrived this morning,” Grandpa Moore revealed with a smile before turning to Christopher to give him a glance. Then Mum used the opportunity to say her thoughts. “I think we should unveil the
“Thank you for caring this much about my daughter,” Mum said, her eyes lighting up like fireworks. Then almost immediately, she dragged Brenda into the conversation. “Brenda, you have to thank Mr. Moore.” And as if Brenda was just waiting for the right moment to show herself, she took Mum’s leading and turned her attention to Grandpa Moore. “Thank you, grandpa for your well wishes,” she said softly before turning to Christopher’s uncles to do the same. “... I deeply appreciate your concern.” It was so hard keeping a straight face when anger was about to consume me whole. Brenda spoke so endearingly as if she was the one marrying into the Moore family. It can’t be jealousy driving me at this point. Also, I’m not being paranoid. I have every reason to be furious at Mum and Brenda. I don’t know who is more dumb between the two but finally after analyzing the situation, I realised that Mum was the foolish one because how can you try to get Brenda into the Moore family’s good bo
“The patriarch and his family are all waiting in the living room. I will lead the way,” the butler informed Mum and Dad while gesturing towards the building’s entrance. “Sure,” Dad muttered as he and Mum quickly started to walk behind the butler and in no time, my steps and Brenda’s fall into place behind our parents’. The Moore residence was nothing like anything we had seen. It had this vintage style to the building whereas inside the house, the decors and styles were modernized, making it look like there have been a renovation in recent times. Brenda and I couldn’t help staring at the intricate designs on the walls, and the beautiful sculpture pieces inside the building. But I made sure my fascination was masked with a subtle elegance. Stepping into the grand living room with a splash of pure gold used in the interior decor, we meet the members of the Moore family rising to their feet with welcoming smiles on their faces. Within a few seconds, my gaze swiftly moved from on
As Mum and Dad went over to the first car, Brenda got in next to me and slowly secured her seatbelt. Next, she turned to me, her lips parting several times before finally bringing forth a word. “Emily, how do I look tonight? Do you think my lipstick is a little too dull?” Instantly, my eyes narrowed into splits as I briefly turned my gaze to her. What nonsense?! Is this witch actually asking me how she looks tonight? Is she on something? What kind of delusion gave her the effrontery to even say a word to me, talk more of trying to make me gauge her looks tonight? There could be only one reason for Brenda being high this evening. Her senses have returned. I feel Brenda deserves a beating for her annoying thoughtless provoking actions right now. She only acts out of point and looks for my trouble when she was her usual self. I guess she has actually made full recovery from the surgery. My stare on Brenda conveyed my deep hatred for her and I guessed just for a tiny
My question seemed to stop Mum right in her tracks. She stared at me for a moment and finally, Dad broke the silence. “We are going to be late if you two keep arguing,” he said with a tight frown. I bet he was only trying to end this fight because it wasn’t beneficial with his plans to keep time with the Moore family. “Darling, we are leaving in just two cars. What’s the sitting arrangement?” Mum asked as her gaze darted towards the cars before shifting back to Dad. As soon as Mum asked that question, Brenda interrupted with that annoying harmless smile on her face. “Mum, you and Dad can ride in the first car while I ride with Emily,” she suggested, taking Mum’s arm as if to please her and get her to agree.I’m not surprised Brenda made that suggestion. If anything, I had been expecting it. And if she hadn’t made that suggestion, I would have questioned her.Brenda likes attention. She can’t do without making others look bad as long as it would elevate her in other people