DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The phone call went more successfully than I thought it would as almost immediately after ending the call with the writer of the article; after pouring out all of my thoughts about the demeaning and defaming things that said person had written and inevitably spread through out the entire expanse of social media, slamming the evidence that Alfredo had found with the help of one of the company's technicians, threatening him that I would be suing him for defamation, and finally, telling him that he would only be dragged harshly through the mud for his audacity to say the things that he had; after saying all of that to him and receiving an ardent apology from him after claiming that he was only the messenger of evil and not the perpetrator itself, Alfredo announced that all of his posts about the supposed questioning of the Valentino company's integrity had been taken down.Alongside taking down the posts, the writer also put up a written apology, apologizing to the Vale
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.What word could I use to define the crushing grief, the suppressing anguish, and the painful distress that I was feeling?How could I describe the aching tuttering of my heart and the torturous squeezing of my chest?How was I to determine the best way that I could use in outlining such an intense experience that tore through my body, my bones, and even the very core of my being?Heartbroken!That was the one word that could be used to properly and efficiently quantify the mind numbing emotion that I was feeling at that moment. I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does."A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible caus
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I felt it as blood rushed into my head, causing my ears to ring, loudly, and my eyes to sting painfully. My chest constricted and squeezed in anguish at the news that had just being broken to me over the phone, and my heart beat rapidly and very quickly causing air to go in and come out of my nostrils in uneven breaths. My hands, as well, were not exempted from the consequences of the news that Alisia had just broken to me over the phone as they trembled violently, causing my phone to shake and nearly fall off from the weak grasp of my fingers."What did you just say?" I asked, my voice coming out in a weak a d tired whisper.I hoped, with all of my heart, all of my might, and all of my being, that I had not properly heard what my sister in-law had said earlier during the phone call. I wanted what I head heard to be untrue; I conjured up explanations for why what I heard earlier should have been wrong and unreal.Maybe my ears had been playing tricks on me; Maybe I w
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The process of donating my blood was a less easy and more stressful procedure than I thought it was going to be. After volunteering myself to be the blood donor, I had no idea what go expect because I had never done so before, so when I was asked, by the doctor, to follow one of the nurses whom he called away from the ensuing pandemonium in the lobby, I followed without asking any questions.The nurse led me to a laboratory where I was then handed over to a medical laboratory scientist who explained to me that my blood would have to be tested first before the donation to see if Alfredo and I had the same blood group or if our blood groups were compatible. I then watched as she tied a tube like item tightly around my upper arm and cleansed an area of my arm with a cotton wool which was soaked in methylated spirit.When the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, my eyes were closed very tightly and I held my breath in trepidation. As soon as the needle had pi
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.What was the term 'Luck'?How could one explain what Luck was?How could one actually fully comprehend all that it entailed?Luck could be portrayed as chance considered as a force that could cause good or bad things to happen. It could also be characterized success or failure that was apparently brought about by chance rather than one's own actions.In other words, luck was chance that forced either good or bad things to happen without one being actively involved in making the choice between either one of the two occurrences.I could very well say that, all through the stages of my life, I'd had strokes with both sides of the coin when it came to luck. As a person, I had grown up blaming all of the unsatisfactorily occurrences that happened to me on bad luck while the great things that I had achieved were praised on being as a result of good luck. Throughout most of my life, I had experienced more good occurrences than bad because I was very much cuddled by my fathe
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The night unfurled herself as she roused from the temporary slumber that she had been forced to take by the bright sun, and announced her arrival by casting her dull glow upon and wrapping the earth in the embrace of her dark folds.Two days and nights, very much like the present one, had passed since the incident that had taken place at the Valentino mansion, and like the earth had been subjected to by the night, I had been left in the dark about the details of the incident by my husband and the entirety of his family.The events of that fateful day were still, very clearly, ingrained into my memories and whenever I recalled what had happened, it caused me to burn with curiosity to find out why the things that had happened that day had gone down the way that they had done. More than anything, I wanted to find out who the strange woman who I had seen was, and why she'd had such an effect on the Valentino family.I wished that I could call Alisia and have her off-load
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.After nearly a year of being married to Adrian Valentino, I had come to realize that he loved to do things that left me both surprised and breathless; whether it was from him saying something, so ridiculous, that I was tempted to throw him out of the room, or from him exhibiting his level of expertise and experience in all things coitus related; whichever of the two ways that it was, Adrian Valentino always managed to leave me winded up and shocked.When Adrian had asked me, in a deep and husky voice laced with an emotion that I did not know, the question; "Can I kiss you?"; I had not expected it. So when he pressed his lips onto mine, I had been rooted to my spot on the couch, with my eyes wide open like saucers, because definitely not expected it either.His lips were soft and gentle as they moved against mine; they moved slowly and lightly on my own lips, much unlike the fervid and aggressive claiming of my lips by his own that usually came alongside our make outs
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The sight of Adrian's fist buried nearly halfway through the wall, where cracks had begun to form, was extremely disturbing. Alarmed by what I saw on returning to the living room, I rushed over to my husband's side to find out why he'd had a sudden change in mood, and with worry heavily lacing my tone, I asked; "Adrian! What is wrong?"When he turned to look at me with his light blue orbs flashing angrily with an intensity that I had never seen before, I knew that something huge had happened; and that something that had thrown him into such a state of absolute fury was, obviously, not something good. With his nostrils flaring, his eyebrows creased and tightly knitted on his forehead, and his lips slightly open with heavy breaths, which heaved his chest up and down, escaping them, Adrian continued to stare at me with that intense wrath in his eyes."What is wrong, Adrian?" I had to repeat my question as Adrian continued to stare at me with such fury that it scared me.