Genevieve.I waited until the whole house was quiet, before bringing the phone out. I got down from my bed slowly so as not to alert the watchdogs my father placed outside my room door. I took the business card and walked towards the balcony door, I tried opening it but realized it was locked. I cursed under my breath as I made my way to the bathroom since my plan of making the call outside wouldn’t work out.As soon as I got in I quickly turned the shower on, and sat on the toilet seat. I turned the phone on and bit my bottom lip when I saw the battery was low, I had to make this call quickly.I typed the number and thankfully it rang, I bit painfully on my lip as the call rang for the first time but no one answered. I tried again, and luckily the second time he answered.“Alexander King speaking,” he answered with a professional tone that almost made me roll my eyes. But I have to remind myself that I have no time to do that.“It’s me,” I answered and immediately slapped myself for
Genevieve.Morning came earlier than expected, I couldn’t get eight hours of sleep before Mother and a maid came bursting into my room like they owned it.“You have to wake up Genevieve,” she shouted, making sure her voice was loud enough even to wake the dead up.I frowned and muttered some words under my breath, what the hell is she up this early?“Genevieve! Get your ass up from that bed right now!” She yelled again and for once I was tempted to say no.So I did as my mind wanted, I stayed still on the bed and acted like I didn’t even hear her talking.I heard her mumbling words to someone and then the next thing everywhere was quiet, I wanted to get up but decided to wait a bit before doing so. But I regretted not waking up soon as the cup of water was being poured on me.“What the….” I gasped as I quickly sat up on the bed.Mother was towering above me with the cup that was now empty in her hand, “glad to see you’re up, now go take your bath,” she said and I watched with wide eye
Genevieve.Dahlia had her own sick way of bullying me, she tends to treat me like the good sister she’s around guests and strangers but while we are inside she acts differently.At first, I thought it must have been something I did but I was wrong, no matter how hard I tried to do what she wanted, the more her bullying increased.“I don’t need her concerned mother, she should keep that to herself,” I said as I glared at her.Her eyes held anger but she wasn’t going to show it because like always she wanted to put on an act in front of everyone.“Behave yourself Genevieve!” Mother warned.“Or what mother?” I asked, looking at her.I realize that I no longer have anything to be scared of, she couldn’t hurt me because Mr King had my back and I knew she wouldn’t want to get on his bad side.The only thing I was hoping for was for him not to back down on our deal.What if he no longer wants my body? What if he’s found someone prettier and sexier than me?The thoughts kept coming in and I c
Alexander.I had a hard time in the office today because I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I tried my best but I couldn't, so I left early.I went back home but I was met with the same thing, I tried to get myself busy by working out or even cooking dinner that I wouldn’t be able to eat for myself; which later ended up being distributed to the maids and staff.I had no other choice but to stay in the same she slept in last night, her fucking scent was all over the place and that did a little job of calming me down.I slept in her room while still thinking about her which was so unlike me, I don’t think, the girls do that. The girls I’m with are the ones lusting and thinking about me, not the other way around.I don’t know what spell she placed on me but whatever thing it was it’s working….effectively might I add.The whole night was spent thinking about her and just when I was about to close my eyes and have a good sleep my phone rang.I groaned as I grumpily picked it up from the b
Genevieve. My family couldn’t be more dramatic than they have already been, it came as a shock to me to what Mr King said but I didn’t react to it. I see it as something she deserved for hitting me for no particular reason. I was a bit glad Mr King didn’t do it himself, I didn’t know what to feel if he was a woman beater. I would have rejected our deal right here and now if he had done that. Watching my mother hit herself over and over again with her own hand felt satisfying to my abused soul. Dad looked helpless as he watched his wife slap herself over and over again, there’s nothing he could do. If he were to say anything right now, I bet his business wouldn’t be the same tomorrow or later today as it was before. Mr King wasn’t wrong when he threatened them with the family company, it felt like he knew how my family was; how power-hungry they were. I stood behind him as I watched the drama unfold and for the first time in my life, I felt….protected. And it wasn’t because I was
Genevieve.Right then, I was ready to stop whatever acts we were both putting on after he said we were getting married; how dare he say we were getting married when we fully agreed on staying engaged for the time being.Looking at everyone’s face I could tell I wasn't the only one shocked when he said that Father, Mother, Dahlia, and Marcus were all shocked to hear that from him.“What….What did you just say?” Father asked, staring at Mr. King with wide eyes.I was waiting for him to tell them it was a joke, that the word came out of his mouth without him knowing. But nothing like that came out of his mouth instead he repeated the words bolder than he was before.“I said I’m marrying your daughter and there is nothing you can do about it,” I could really knock someone’s head for the first time, and that someone is the person standing in front of me.What the heck is he spewing from his mouth?Mother looked at me before looking at Mr King,“I won’t let that happen.” She blurted out bri
Genevieve.I took the stairs down to the living room and on my way I used the opportunity to check the house out. The interior was so vast that it would be mistaken for an event center, with its fancy furniture adding an elegant touch. The whole place was to die for.I was so engrossed in looking around that I didn’t see someone standing in front of me until I bumped into him.“Sorry, so sorry,” I apologized quickly because I knew this was my fault.The man stood up straight and looked at me with a smile, “It’s nothing, ma’am.” He had a suit on with a white tie.I bet he would be in his seventies or maybe sixties or even fifties, why the heck am I even thinking about his age?“I’m Martin, Mr King's butler,” the man introduced himself.“And I will be escorting you to the dining room, miss,” he moved aside and gestured for me to pass.I smiled at him before walking down the stairs, we got to the living room and he led me to the dining room.Before I could do anything, he pulled a seat o
Genevieve.“What’s going on here?” A voice asked.I didn’t bother taking my eyes from the maids, the audacity they had to tell me what I am and what I’m not.The butler, Martin, came into view. He was staring at the ladies with wide eyes like he couldn’t believe what had happened.“Miss, are they giving you a hard time?” He asked, after staring at the girls for a while.“Yes,” I answered.The maids now had their heads bowed just as they should have done while I was eating, they shouldn’t have been so rude to me when I didn’t even know who they were or what they were in Mr King's life.“What would you like me to do to them, miss?” Martin asked.I sigh, because of me these three ladies were going to lose their jobs. I’m not trying to oppress them but I have to do this if I want to earn respect from any of them.If these three were like this then I wonder just how bitter the whole maids are; I don’t even want to think about what they would do to me after this.“I want them out of this ho
Epilogue. Genevieve. I have always dreamed of having this life filled with happiness and joy and I can’t believe I have it all. It has been two months since Alexander proposed and it still feels like yesterday. Dahlia had been buried—what was remaining of her—while the woman who turned out to be her mother by birth was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. I didn’t know how burdened I was about that day until I saw her being walked out of the courthouse with handcuffs around her wrists. She is gone, she will no longer hurt me and any of my family again. Samantha and Jeremy are dating officially now and though Alexander had a hard time wrapping his head around the news he had no other choice but to give his blessings. I rubbed my sweaty hands against my dress again, I still couldn’t believe I was the one in the mirror. The custom-made wedding gown looked so pretty with diamonds that could blind anyone all over the body. Mom—Enzo’s mother—made sure I had the best of the be
Alexander. I got a call later that day that the car Dahlia and her accomplice were driving got into an accident, Dahlia died on the spot while her accomplice was rushed to the hospital. Everyone was still waiting for her to wake up and tell me what she knew. Genevieve woke up a day after being in the hospital and for the first time after hearing of her supposed death, I burst into tears. I didn’t realize how much I had missed her until she was in my arms and I was hugging her. She told us what she heard while she was in a coma, why Dahlia did this, and why she was trying to escape. It still doesn’t make any sense to me, she was the one who got adopted and yet she wanted a bigger share of the family’s wealth. I blamed Mr and Mrs Parker for treating her like a princess over their daughter, if they hadn’t made Dahlia feel superior this wouldn’t have happened. Speaking of Genevieve’s parents they heard about her being alive from the news. Every single TV station was announcing the
Alexander.It has been a week of hassle, a week of unfruitful work, and endless search. After that long week of searching for Genevieve, I was finally able to find her, just as I had thought all this while Dahlia had a hand in her accident.“Drive faster,” I shouted at the driver. It wasn’t his fault but I was impatient. I couldn’t wait to get to her on time, what if something had happened to her? What if she's in bad shape and couldn’t move? What if she hasn’t eaten for a long time now?A lot of what-ifs popped into my head and they were all negative thoughts.My leg bounced up and down as I stared out through the window.“Nothing is going to happen to her,” Jeremy said beside me.I looked at him and forced a smile. I feel grateful for having a best friend like him, he stood always there when I needed help. Apart from Jeremy, my father was the only one who knew about this—about us searching for Genevieve—when everyone concluded she was dead.“Don’t worry.” He added placing his hand o
Dahlia.It has been a rough week for me, first, the plan didn’t go as planned and next, I was being followed by Alexander’s men and now the bitch wasn’t waking up.I was burning with so much rage and anger that at times it felt like I should go into that basement and cut every wire connected to her off. I don’t care if she dies, I don’t care about the papers anymore.I just want her gone from my life.I haven’t hated anyone the way I hated her, she was just too pure and everyone who saw her loved her. While I was painted as the black sheep of the family.I was giving her just today, if she doesn’t wake up by the end of the day then I’m killing her for real.I looked at myself in the mirror as I tenderly rubbed my skin, I looked stressed out because of her. Everything that’s happening to me was because of her, I would have been happily married to Marcus by now if it wasn’t for her.Every failure in my life was all her.Letting out a sigh, I packed my hair, took a bath, and wore a black
*****The faint sound of a beeping sound pulled me out of my deep sleep. Slowly but surely my eyes that had felt like they were glued together opened but immediately had them shut when the bright lights attacked my eyes.I waited for a few minutes before opening them again and this time I wasn’t attacked by the lights like the first time.I blinked and stared at the dark ceiling for a while, before taking my eyes off it and looking around at the room I was in.The low beeping sound continued and only when I saw the IV pole and some other machine by the side of the bed.Where am I? I wondered.This doesn’t look anything like my room or anywhere familiar.I blinked and tried sitting up only to let out a curse and fall right back on the bed.Jesus! It felt like my whole body was on fire with just one movement.I didn’t try getting up again, my eyes went to the door, and wondered who was going to walk in through it.My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my whole body hurts.The place looked differe
*****“I can’t do it. They are already suspecting me enough, I don’t want to draw more attention to myself.” A familiar voice said in a hushed tone.That voice. Where have I heard it before? I know I have heard it somewhere but where?“Do it, Delilah, you have already come this far, what more can stop you.” Another unfamiliar voice probes into my head.Who was that?“I can’t do it. If you so much want to have revenge on them why can’t you do it yourself, do not use me. I’m not your tool, I have already gotten what I want and that’s her.” The familiar voice said again.Her?Who were they talking about?“Do you think bringing her here will be the only way to end this? No, Delilah, it won’t. We have to do what was planned and there’s no backing out on this?” The unfamiliar voice spoke again.“No, I can’t do this. I can’t do it.” I heard nothing after that. Quiet. The whole place was quiet……I flinched as I heard the loud sound of something hitting the wall and breaking into pieces.“You f
Alexander.The funeral was over and during the whole thing, I made sure to read everyone’s language around me. Anyone could be the one behind Eve’s accident, any one of them could be holding the real Genevieve.Mr and Mrs Parker weren't seen again after I had the guards escort them out, they should be glad that I wasn’t that mean towards them.They wouldn’t have left this place with their shoulders still raised high if I had said everything they did to Genevieve.I stood there watching as they lowered the casket to the ground, I remained there as they covered it with sand until there was nothing left.I was still there when everyone started leaving, I don’t know why it felt like I needed to pay a last respect to whoever was killed in that car instead of my Eve.She’s not the one and I hate how everyone was crying and crying.From my peripheral vision, I saw how Samatha and Jeremy were holding each other. His arms around her seem suspicious, it doesn’t look like the way a friend would
Alexander.After getting Mom to calm down, she left only after I promised her I would get ready and meet them downstairs.I could hear some voices from outside my room but I haven’t been able to go out and the people out there haven’t been able to come in. They know I wouldn’t like seeing anyone and I like how much they respected my space.“I know you aren’t dead, Eve,” I whispered to myself as I wore my suit jacket.I’m only doing this because I want to make whoever did this—that hurt and maybe have Eve—that I’m miserable without her.They should see that I’m broken and have moved on from her, I know that would get them to loosen up a bit. And maybe, just maybe I could get a lead from there.I stepped out of the room without bothering to comb or brush my hair, I walked past the two people camped outside my door and went downstairs.I knew their intention was to stay around me, watch over me, and make sure I did not do myself any harm.I may be out of my mind now but that doesn’t mean
Alexander.I stared at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe I was looking right back at me. I looked different, crazy, a madman. Yes, that's what Sam called me and that is what I am.I went mad the day I got a call from the cops about Eve in an accident and the fucking hard part of it was that she didn’t survive.Neither she nor the driver survived the accident.She was burnt to ashes when the car went up in flames and couldn’t be saved—according to the fucking cops.I didn’t believe it, I didn’t want to believe that my Eve was gone. That something happened to her, that she wasn’t here with me anymore.But as the day passed and she didn’t return home, the feeling of losing her began to sink deeper into my heart.She’s gone.She’s no longer here with me, she's gone and I could do nothing about it.My hand clenched beside me as I kept on staring at myself in the mirror, I took notice of the eye bags under my eyes.I haven’t been able to sleep since I got that call, hell I have raid