ONE MONTH LATERJENNA POVIt's been a month passed since the night I celebrated my birthday, and also a month since I last received a text from my stalker after Keith was shot.I don't know for sure what happened but I'm glad things have been peaceful since then.For now, that's not what's important right now. And it's certainly not what this new plot in my life is all about. I doubt I'd still be the main character from this point but who knows?"How about this one ma'am?" The salesgirl asked, flashing a diamond-crested wristwatch in my face.I took it and watched closely, examining everything from my perspective before wondering if Keith would like it."No. Find something a bit less flashy." I answered, returning the wristwatch."Ma'am, we have such criteria in gold.""I told you already. I want something different. It's my hubby's birthday and I don't want a too trendy man's wristwatch on his wrist." I countered."Alright, ma'am. I'll keep looking." she bowed and returned her attent
KEITH POVI drove through the city like a bat out of hell, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard, my mind solely focused on the punishment I was about to exact.Arriving at the old warehouse on the outskirts of town, I could see my men had already secured the perimeter. The dilapidated building stood as a silent witness to what was about to transpire.Two guards at the entrance nodded as I approached, opening the door to let me in.In the centre of the room, bound to chairs. were the two men. They looked up as ( entered, smirks showing on their faces."So, my agent was right." I said, standing over them like a menacing beast, "You both wanted to get caught."One of them, the one who had grinned at me earlier at the mall, had a fresh bruise forming on his cheek, courtesy of my agent.I walked up to him, my footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness of the warehouse. I could feel the anger simmering just below the sur
JENNA POVIt's been three hours since I woke and Keith wasn't back from wherever it was that he went. Did he get mad when the doctor revealed the truth to him?I get that he was supposed to hear it from me but did he really have to leave me here?I adjusted in bed and was immediately punished with the pain from my bandaged arm when I dared to forget about it.I heard the door open and turned instantly but it wasn't Keith. Just a nurse with a tray of food.She gave me a soft smile as she set the tray on the small table beside my bed. "How are you feeling, Mrs. Clementine?" she asked, her tone filled with genuine concern.I managed a weak smile. "I've been better," I replied, echoing my earlier sentiment. The pain in my arm was a reminder of how close I'd come to losing everything.The nurse nodded sympathetically. "Try to eat something. It'll help with your recovery." She lifted the lid, revealing a bowl of soup, some bread, and a cup of juice.I stared at the food, my appetite nowhere
Keith's grip tightened a fraction, a shadow passing over his face. He hesitated before speaking, his voice tinged with guilt."I went to find him, Jenna. The man who did this to you," he confessed, his tone low and intense.A shiver ran through me. "Did you find him?"Keith looked away, his jaw clenched. "No," he answered simply.I reached up to touch his face, my fingers brushing against the stubble on his cheek. "Keith, I understand why you want to do this, but we need you here. I need you here."He nodded. "From now on, my focus is on you and our baby. We'll let the police handle the rest."Relief washed over me, and I felt a weight lift from my chest. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice breaking. "That's all I wanted to hear."***Keith spent the rest of the morning with me, our hands intertwined as we talked about random things. Keith's phone buzzed a few times, but he ignored it, choosing to stay by my side. Eventually, I convinced him to go home and get some rest. Reluctantly, h
WRITER POVSCENE: THE HUNTER’S ESTATEThe sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the meticulously manicured lawns of the grand estate. A sprawling mansion stands at the centre of this lush expanse, its elegant architecture a testament to wealth and refinement. The air is still, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Gentle... Yes. That was until the loud sound of a bullet erupted, forcing the birds out of their homes to flee somewhere safe.At the edge of the property, a man clad in hunting attire, his perfect physique and muscles fighting against the fabric that covered him, lowered his gun and looked into the distance in wait.His name?Leonard Whitaker, a distinguished figure in his late thirties, with silver hair that complements his sharp, commanding features. His eyes, a piercing blue, reflect both intelligence and a certain steely gaze sure to still your breath away.Leonard placed the finely crafted hunti
SARAH POV It's pathetic really. How I started as someone who thought she had hit the jackpot. Only for the stepsister to hop in and take everything good in the end.I don't know if I should feel like Cinderella or the evil stepsisters but I can feel the pain of hitting rock bottom right now.Will I be stuck here, a divorcee, still single, and working for the husband of my stepsister and my stepsister herself, she's out there getting the best out of life. I hate my life.Where did I go wrong? How was I to know that this Keith would make me a happy wife if I had gone through with the engagement? That's not what the rumours said. This isn't fair. I was lied to. I could have been in Jenna's position right now. I thought she'd suffer. I thought I made the right choice marrying Raphael back then but it wasn't.I slammed my palm on my desk and groaned out loud in frustration. I realized I was still at work and I shrank back into my seat when I noticed some eyes on me.Even in her absence,
"Or what?" I challenged, my voice shaking. "What are you going to do?"Yilena took a deep breath, her eyes filled with disdain and determination. "Or I'll make sure you regret every single word you've said to me today. You're nothing but a spiteful, envious woman who can't stand to see others happy. Do you think you're the only one suffering? You have no idea."I laughed bitterly, "And you do? Just because you're still pining over a man who doesn't love you? At least I moved on, tried to make something of myself.""Moved on? By trying to drag others down with you?" Yilena shook her head. "You're pathetic, Sarah. Maybe we were alike once, but not anymore. I came here today to apologize, and to make things right. But you... you're still stuck in your misery."I wanted to retort, to scream at her, but the words caught in my throat. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was stuck. But admitting that would mean facing my failures, and my regrets, and I wasn't ready for that.Yilena turned her back
YILENA POVI stood on the doorstep of Keith and Jenna's home, my heart pounding in my chest.The sprawling estate loomed before me, the life I had once dreamed of having with Keith but never achieved. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to do. It wasn’t Jenna’s fault, I reminded myself. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own for holding onto this bitterness and longing for an unreachable love for so long.I rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open, and Keith stood there, his expression immediately darkening at the sight of me."Yilena," he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?"I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Keith, I... I need to talk to you and Jenna. Please, I must get this off my chest"Keith's frown deepened, and he started to close the door. "I don’t think that’s a good idea.""Wait!" I cried, desperation creeping into my voice. I had to set things right. I should at least not turn into their enemy. "Please, Keith. I jus