Tristan's POVI was surprised when I heard what the doctor said. Clara needed blood and her blood type is rare. Only Alyssa had her type of blood and she has been helping by giving Clara some of her blood anytime I asked for it, even though it was always forcefully. Now, I have been left in a dilemma, Clara needed blood and I can't call Alyssa for help anymore. I was still thinking of what to do when I heard Clara's scream from her ward. And that was it; I subconsciously took out my phone and dialed Alyssa's number. Inwardly, I was wishing she wouldn't pick up but she did at the second ring. "How may I help you?" She asked immediately she picked up the call. Her voice was cold and laced with hatred. My heart tinged at that, I wondered if she could ever truly love me again. What! Did I just hope for her love? What is wrong with me? I was still lost in my thoughts when her cold, yet sweet voice jerked me out. "Do you want to talk or should....," "Clara is sick," I hurriedl
Clara covered her burning cheeks with her hands. She frowned at Alyssa with her teary eyes. Apparently, when Clara raised her hands to hit Alyssa, she beat her to it and she slapped Clara instead. "Are you crazy? How dare you slap me?" Clara furiously interrogated. Her chest heaved heavily as she glared at her. Alyssa dusted some imaginary dust away from her hands and turned to leave, nevertheless, Clara grabbed her hands and turned her around violently. Well, that was the biggest mistake she made. The instant Alyssa turned, she clutched Clara's hair, "I know you will always misbehave, Clara," Alyssa pulled her hair aggressively. Clara cried out and hit Alyssa's hand. She was trying to get out of her grasp but Alyssa wasn't ready to let go. The more she tried, the tighter her grab became. Seeing that Alyssa didn't care a bit about her screams, she managed to snatch Alyssa's hair too, and pulled her harshly. "Have you gone mad? Do you want to hurt me?" Clara shouted as she d
Clara's POVIt all started like a joke when Alyssa decided to attack me back. I thought it was the Alyssa I had known since college but I guess I was wrong. She was a sly and a snake who was ready to sting anyone who came close.I flung my phone and hissed. I was fuming with anger. My body quivered with vexation. How dare she! How dare Alyssa! No! I am never going to allow her to take anything from me. Not Tristan or the fame I have been trying to build for years.I took the glass of wine and angrily threw it at the wall. The shattering sound filled the room. Looking at the broken glass, I wished it was Alyssa. "I am going to break you more than you imagined, Alyssa," I picked up my phone and dialed a number. * * * Alyssa was treated like a bar of gold when she got to her modeling agency, Shine Modeling Agency. The CEO stood up as soon as Alyssa walked in and said in a loud voice "Let's all give Alyssa a standing ovation for letting us beat Star Agency after a countless defeat,"
Alyssa held her burning cheek and glared at her. She opened her mouth to say something but her husband beat her to it. "What just happened?" Tristan asked, he rushed to Alyssa and gently held her. "Let's go to the hospital,"Before Alyssa could react, he carried her in a bridal style and ran out of the venue. The reporters couldn't stop him after his stoic and stern face. They only took pictures repeatedly and sounds of clicking cameras filled the air. "What did you do, Teresa?" The CEO of Shine Modeling Agency barked. His smiling face had changed into a frown. "I... I...," "Did you know you didn't just put yourself in trouble? Even the company is in trouble. Have you forgotten the kind of man Tristan is? Have you forgotten he's a devil?" The CEO inquired. Other guests murmured and pointed accusing fingers at Teresa. They all hated her guts. Then it dawned on Teresa, what she had done. She had let her envy take the better part of her. Tristan wasn't just some guy.
Alyssa stepped out of the bathroom when she finished taking her bath. Tristan wasn't in the bedroom when she got there. She furrowed her brows and squeezed her face secretly, thinking of where he was. With her towel still tied above her breasts. She went to her makeup table and was applying a vitamin C serum. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't realize Tristan had walked in. Tristan stood there for a few minutes and absentmindedly, he planted a kiss on the nape of her neck. She wasn't expecting that so her body shook when the cold lips of Tristan touched her skin. She shivered and turned to look at him. She smiled at him. As if that was what Tristan was waiting for, without having another thought, he pressed his lips against hers. They kissed unhurriedly as if they were trying to take their time to savor the moment so that they did not miss any flavor of the lips. With their lips still pressed together, Alyssa stood up and they slowly moved to bed. They kissed with love
Clara rushed to her house, packed some of her clothes, and left the house. When the police got to her place, she was nowhere to be found. At the hospital. Alyssa was scared to death when she heard Tristan groaning. A lot of questions were on her mind. She thought of what would have been her fate if Tristan hadn't pushed her away. "I promise to kill that desperate girl any day I catch her," She held Tristan. Thankfully, it was just a drop of the acid that skimmed by his arms. The wound was treated and bandaged and they left the hospital. "The police didn't find her at home," Tristan said and Alyssa giggled. "Of course, she's not so dumb to return home knowing the kind of man you are," Alyssa let out. She peeped at Tristan. "Thanks for saving me, Tristan. I would have been dead if you didn't do what you did," She hugged him and lay her head on his chest. "I created the mess and I have to clean it. This wouldn't have happened if I loved you and never cheated on you wit
The Next DayTristan already left for work by the time Alyssa woke up. She went downstairs after dressing up for work too, had her breakfast, and left the house. She drove on the streets of England, listening to her favorite song, oblivious to a big truck that was tailing her.Fortunately, she discovered there was something suspicious about the truck and then she found out she was being followed.Her heart thumped heavily. While still driving, she dialed her husband's contact. "I think I am being tailed, Tristan. I am in trouble," She shouted over the phone. "What!" Tristan sprang up. "Where are you?" He asked. "New Road. I am damn scared right now," She let out, fear was evident in her voice. "Calm down and be focused, Alyssa. Stay focused. Em! Why the hell can't I think of something? Yeah... There's a police station close to New Road. Can you go there?" He asked, picking up his car keys and dashing out of his office. "Yeah! I should be able to. I would just pretend like
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tristan" The doctor uttered dejectedly. Tristan's legs shook and he fell on his knees. "Nothing must happen to Alyssa, doctor. I will pay anything to save my wife. I will do anything to save her. She's my life. I am nothing without Alyssa," He sobbed. "We have to pray to God right now, Mr. Tristan. The surgery is successful but her chance of waking is 50%," "What! Successful??" Tristan asked, trying to make sure he heard accurately. "Yeah! She's out of danger currently. But she's in a coma and her chance of waking is 50%," The doctor unhappily revealed. Tristan's sad face changed into a a delighted one. He stood up and carried the doctor up excitedly. Although she was in a coma, there was still hope that she was alive. "Thank you so much, doctor. Thank you, doctor. You are my savior. You are my god. Thank you for saving Alyssa. Thank you for saving my wife," He continually let out, grinning from ear to ear. He wanted to dash into the theater b
A gunshot was heard in the hall. Tristan shouted, thinking Alyssa had been shot but she wasn't. Another gunshot was heard. Clara and Teresa were surprised. The gun was still with her, she hadn't shot yet. "Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!" The gunshots continued and they got scared. All their men were already on the floor, lying lifeless. The gun fell from Clara. Teresa picked it up and was about to shoot at Alyssa when a bullet hit her hand. She flung the gun away. "Ah!" She groaned. In a blink of an eye, the hall was surrounded by Tristan's men. "We are sorry we are late, boss," They all shouted and lowered their heads in respect. Clara tried to crawl away but was caught by one of Tristan's men. He shot her in the leg. "Ahhhhh!!!" She cried out in a loud voice. Tristan was unchained and he ran to his wife who was still in coma. He carried her on her shoulder and left the hall without saying anything to his men. Few of them followed him while the remaining stayed to hand over Teresa
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tristan" The doctor uttered dejectedly. Tristan's legs shook and he fell on his knees. "Nothing must happen to Alyssa, doctor. I will pay anything to save my wife. I will do anything to save her. She's my life. I am nothing without Alyssa," He sobbed. "We have to pray to God right now, Mr. Tristan. The surgery is successful but her chance of waking is 50%," "What! Successful??" Tristan asked, trying to make sure he heard accurately. "Yeah! She's out of danger currently. But she's in a coma and her chance of waking is 50%," The doctor unhappily revealed. Tristan's sad face changed into a a delighted one. He stood up and carried the doctor up excitedly. Although she was in a coma, there was still hope that she was alive. "Thank you so much, doctor. Thank you, doctor. You are my savior. You are my god. Thank you for saving Alyssa. Thank you for saving my wife," He continually let out, grinning from ear to ear. He wanted to dash into the theater b
The Next DayTristan already left for work by the time Alyssa woke up. She went downstairs after dressing up for work too, had her breakfast, and left the house. She drove on the streets of England, listening to her favorite song, oblivious to a big truck that was tailing her.Fortunately, she discovered there was something suspicious about the truck and then she found out she was being followed.Her heart thumped heavily. While still driving, she dialed her husband's contact. "I think I am being tailed, Tristan. I am in trouble," She shouted over the phone. "What!" Tristan sprang up. "Where are you?" He asked. "New Road. I am damn scared right now," She let out, fear was evident in her voice. "Calm down and be focused, Alyssa. Stay focused. Em! Why the hell can't I think of something? Yeah... There's a police station close to New Road. Can you go there?" He asked, picking up his car keys and dashing out of his office. "Yeah! I should be able to. I would just pretend like
Clara rushed to her house, packed some of her clothes, and left the house. When the police got to her place, she was nowhere to be found. At the hospital. Alyssa was scared to death when she heard Tristan groaning. A lot of questions were on her mind. She thought of what would have been her fate if Tristan hadn't pushed her away. "I promise to kill that desperate girl any day I catch her," She held Tristan. Thankfully, it was just a drop of the acid that skimmed by his arms. The wound was treated and bandaged and they left the hospital. "The police didn't find her at home," Tristan said and Alyssa giggled. "Of course, she's not so dumb to return home knowing the kind of man you are," Alyssa let out. She peeped at Tristan. "Thanks for saving me, Tristan. I would have been dead if you didn't do what you did," She hugged him and lay her head on his chest. "I created the mess and I have to clean it. This wouldn't have happened if I loved you and never cheated on you wit
Alyssa stepped out of the bathroom when she finished taking her bath. Tristan wasn't in the bedroom when she got there. She furrowed her brows and squeezed her face secretly, thinking of where he was. With her towel still tied above her breasts. She went to her makeup table and was applying a vitamin C serum. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't realize Tristan had walked in. Tristan stood there for a few minutes and absentmindedly, he planted a kiss on the nape of her neck. She wasn't expecting that so her body shook when the cold lips of Tristan touched her skin. She shivered and turned to look at him. She smiled at him. As if that was what Tristan was waiting for, without having another thought, he pressed his lips against hers. They kissed unhurriedly as if they were trying to take their time to savor the moment so that they did not miss any flavor of the lips. With their lips still pressed together, Alyssa stood up and they slowly moved to bed. They kissed with love
Alyssa held her burning cheek and glared at her. She opened her mouth to say something but her husband beat her to it. "What just happened?" Tristan asked, he rushed to Alyssa and gently held her. "Let's go to the hospital,"Before Alyssa could react, he carried her in a bridal style and ran out of the venue. The reporters couldn't stop him after his stoic and stern face. They only took pictures repeatedly and sounds of clicking cameras filled the air. "What did you do, Teresa?" The CEO of Shine Modeling Agency barked. His smiling face had changed into a frown. "I... I...," "Did you know you didn't just put yourself in trouble? Even the company is in trouble. Have you forgotten the kind of man Tristan is? Have you forgotten he's a devil?" The CEO inquired. Other guests murmured and pointed accusing fingers at Teresa. They all hated her guts. Then it dawned on Teresa, what she had done. She had let her envy take the better part of her. Tristan wasn't just some guy.
Clara's POVIt all started like a joke when Alyssa decided to attack me back. I thought it was the Alyssa I had known since college but I guess I was wrong. She was a sly and a snake who was ready to sting anyone who came close.I flung my phone and hissed. I was fuming with anger. My body quivered with vexation. How dare she! How dare Alyssa! No! I am never going to allow her to take anything from me. Not Tristan or the fame I have been trying to build for years.I took the glass of wine and angrily threw it at the wall. The shattering sound filled the room. Looking at the broken glass, I wished it was Alyssa. "I am going to break you more than you imagined, Alyssa," I picked up my phone and dialed a number. * * * Alyssa was treated like a bar of gold when she got to her modeling agency, Shine Modeling Agency. The CEO stood up as soon as Alyssa walked in and said in a loud voice "Let's all give Alyssa a standing ovation for letting us beat Star Agency after a countless defeat,"
Clara covered her burning cheeks with her hands. She frowned at Alyssa with her teary eyes. Apparently, when Clara raised her hands to hit Alyssa, she beat her to it and she slapped Clara instead. "Are you crazy? How dare you slap me?" Clara furiously interrogated. Her chest heaved heavily as she glared at her. Alyssa dusted some imaginary dust away from her hands and turned to leave, nevertheless, Clara grabbed her hands and turned her around violently. Well, that was the biggest mistake she made. The instant Alyssa turned, she clutched Clara's hair, "I know you will always misbehave, Clara," Alyssa pulled her hair aggressively. Clara cried out and hit Alyssa's hand. She was trying to get out of her grasp but Alyssa wasn't ready to let go. The more she tried, the tighter her grab became. Seeing that Alyssa didn't care a bit about her screams, she managed to snatch Alyssa's hair too, and pulled her harshly. "Have you gone mad? Do you want to hurt me?" Clara shouted as she d
Tristan's POVI was surprised when I heard what the doctor said. Clara needed blood and her blood type is rare. Only Alyssa had her type of blood and she has been helping by giving Clara some of her blood anytime I asked for it, even though it was always forcefully. Now, I have been left in a dilemma, Clara needed blood and I can't call Alyssa for help anymore. I was still thinking of what to do when I heard Clara's scream from her ward. And that was it; I subconsciously took out my phone and dialed Alyssa's number. Inwardly, I was wishing she wouldn't pick up but she did at the second ring. "How may I help you?" She asked immediately she picked up the call. Her voice was cold and laced with hatred. My heart tinged at that, I wondered if she could ever truly love me again. What! Did I just hope for her love? What is wrong with me? I was still lost in my thoughts when her cold, yet sweet voice jerked me out. "Do you want to talk or should....," "Clara is sick," I hurriedl