MAVIS Resting on a hospital bed, a bandage around my head, I was trying to recover from the wound inflicted on me. Just when I thought I was alone, the door opened, revealing Estelle. With a concerned expression, she approached me, the first to visit since I had been admitted. "Hey, Mavis," she said. "I heard about what happened through the driver that conveyed us to the hotel. So she did this to you?" In my weakened state, I mustered a rueful response. "I doubt Isabel was directly involved, but her new beau sure has a violent streak." "The audacity of some people," Estelle fumed. "I can't believe he would stoop so low as to have you attacked. "He doesn't know how to handle a remorseful man " "Unacceptable!" Estelle's eyes flashed with indignation. "Apologizing? For what?" Estelle's voice dripped with incredulity. "Mavis, you deserve so much better than that. You're worth more than being used and discarded by a woman who's so clearly unfaithful." "But, what if she's preg
99 Third Person POV After all, Estelle had come too far to give up now. She was close to achieving her goal, why would she back off? She planned on getting a place in the Mall so that no one would believe that a hard-working lady could have a part in the abduction of a leech, so she thought of Isabel, a leach. She held a secret hatred for Isabel. Does Mavis think I care about Isabel's new fling? What a fool! She seethed inwardly, I'll have her snatched away and keep her out of your hair. Her carefully laid plans left no room for remorse. Isabel won't see this coming, She smirked in her mind, the taste of vengeance sweet on her lips. An office in a fast-growing Mall having a variety of goods, the perfect cover for a busy woman like herself. The following day, after Mavis had been discharged from the hospital. He accompanied her to the Mall: TABOO TREASURES AND ALL WHATNOT, knowing that following his father's position, he would be honored and Estelle would easily get the job
Third Person POV Mr. Mulan chose to wait for his beloved wife at the park before heading off to work, his longing for her company making it impossible for him to commence the day without first sharing a moment with her. While immersed in a leisurely read at the park, sipping his refreshing juice intermittently, the metallic clang of the gate heralded the arrival of Matilda, who was dropped off by a car. Mr Mulan's heart stirred as he caught sight of his beloved wife, and he stood up eagerly, his attention now fully focused on her. The moment Matilda appeared and stepped out of the car, Mr Mulan rose to his feet in eager anticipation. While Matilda seemed hesitant to approach him, her husband's unwavering stance nudged her forward. "Hello, my love," Mr. Mulan greeted her with his usual warmth, but Matilda's response was less than enthusiastic, casting a pall of concern over him. "You don't seem yourself today," he noted, the smile on his face disappearing. "I'm not sure how to sa
Third Person POV Isabel walked inside her house to relax comfortably while answering the phone, she did so to reduce the tension that had engulfed her upon seeing a call from Mr Mulan. Isabel answered her phone after hesitating for a while, "Hello," She uttered, the word "dad" lingering on her tongue but unspoken. She was already feeling too guilty to call him dad when she clearly knew that her mother always meant her words. If she said she was leaving Mr Mulan, she would and how then would he still be her stepfather? Mr Mulan's reply was warm, "Yes, my dear," he called, the weight of that final word resonating in Isabel's mind. To her, he was oblivious to the fact that she was pregnant with his son's child. Maybe her mother had not disclosed it yet. She felt a bit better but not completely fine. Mr Mulan, sensing the shift in Isabel's usual reply, pressed on gently, "How are you, my dear? Is everything alright?" Isabel, choosing her words carefully, replied, "Yes, I'm good,
ISABEL I woke up with a dull ache in my body, but after a soothing shower, I felt considerably more refreshed. As I prepared myself for the day, a knock on the door caught my attention, and to my surprise, Eric stood there with a smile and a young man by his side. "Hi, Eric. Good morning." "Good morning to you," Eric greeted. "I'd like to introduce Lucas here, your new driver. He comes highly recommended by the agency." The young man stepped forward, a polite expression gracing his face. "Good morning, Ms Isabel. I'm pleased to meet you. "Good morning, Lucas," I responded, pleased with the young man's manners. "You're aware that your assignment begins today, aren't you?" "I wasn't told, but I'm eager to start work immediately, Ms Isabel," Lucas replied. Turning to Eric, I nodded with a smile, indicating my satisfaction with the driver. "Thank you for bringing Lucas here. I believe he is suitable." "You're quite welcome, Isabel," Eric said. "Lucas, I trust you'll make yourself
Third Person POV The manager was stunned to death that he couldn't take his eyes off Isabel's face. "Alert the security and have her detained for questioning. The evidence is damning. I mean, just look at the footage," she stated, gesturing to the screen, where Estelle's hand was clearly visible as it snatched the item. "There's no denying she's guilty of this theft." Isabel added, shifting her gaze to the monitor, visibly shaken as the evidence of Estelle's misdeed played out before her eyes. The item in question, a necklace valued at an astonishing seventy-one thousand dollars, had been stolen by Estelle. Meanwhile, the surveillance operator had swiftly alerted the security team, who were already making their way towards the gates to intercept and detain Estelle. In an attempt to extricate herself from the situation, Estelle's voice rang out. "I'm innocent! Leave me alone, I didn't steal anything!" Undaunted, Mavis rose to Estelle's defense, interjecting with an air of
Third Person POVDesperate, Estelle clung to the slimmest thread of denial she had left. "No, no, this is all a mistake! The necklace is a gift from my mother. I'm innocent, you can't arrest me for something I didn't do!" she protested, her words carrying a sense of desperation as she struggled to escape the tightening noose of her stumble lies.As if by some cruel twist of fate, the sound of camera shutters and hushed whispers filtered into the room, heralding the arrival of a sea of paparazzi.The paparazzi, eager to capture every nuance of the unfolding scandal, swarmed around Estelle like a pack of ravenous hyenas, their camera flashes illuminating the scene before them.Estelle, her knees touching the cold, hard floor, begged her captor for mercy as she clutched her hands together in a silent plea. The guilt of her actions washed over her, mingling with the humiliation of being exposed in such a public manner. Her once carefully curated persona crumbled as she became nothing mo
ISABEL As Lucas skillfully guided the Rolls Royce through the streets, I couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction. Though my mother’s ire was something I hoped to avoid, I was pleased to know that Mavis feared to disappoint his father too. The thought brought a smile to my face as I replayed the scene from the mall in my mind. While the situation had certainly caused its fair share of chaos, I must admit that seeing Estelle's pride and joy brought so low was satisfying. Searching for updates on my phone, I found that Estelle's social media followers were rapidly diminishing. While some of her fans were lashing out at her for her misbehavior, others were simply waiting to see what would happen to her next. In the world of online fame, Estelle’s fall from grace was swift and brutal. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her losing the popularity she so desperately craved The backlash from Estelle's incident was spreading far beyond just her own reputation. Mavis, too