Matriarch Alessandra’s POVIt’s already evening, and with Robert doing his job, he has already contacted Brandon.Trust me, I do not know how he did it. But what I know is that the time has already been fixed, and right now, I am nervous about what to wear.To say that I know why I am nervous is a lie, though. It seems more difficult to figure out because I was not like this with the other men I have met in the last hours.“Could it be because I already have a soft spot for Brandon?” I thought to myself, immediately, I shake my head without knowing why i did it hence, I look into my luxurious closet.With the numerous beautiful clothes in it, I am still not able to figure out the perfect dress to wear, and for this, Robert knew without me having to tell him.“Knock, knock.” Right on my bedroom door, I heard a knock and a voice that followed.“Matriarch Alessandra, we are sent by Assistant Robert to help you look beautiful for your appointment,” this tiny, gentle female voice says from
Brandon’s POVGetting back home from the rehearsed date with Sandra, which of course ended very badly. I see myself on blogs, and every blog paints her as my girlfriend and claims that I emotionally abused her. Only one blog critically examined the situation and got it right.That is okay, though. I mean, I have seen my father go through a lot of social painting. Many blogs, magazines, and newspapers chase clout just to get the moneybag. And anything that drives emotions, they feast upon.Isn't it obvious why they chose to use the words "president’s son" and not just "Brandon" or "some man," like how they described Sandra?I am not too bothered about it, though, because I know that, just like it always happens with my father, another crew of interviewers will send me an invite to come live with them on TV while they ask me about everything that has happened. And like my father always does, I will seize the opportunity to explain the situation, telling the truth while not painting Sand
Tyler's POVI have just cleaned the public area, and it's been over six months of doing this: cleaning the poop in the toilet, cleaning the road, helping maintain public parks and facilities—all as a result of the judgment the chief judge pronounced on me.But today is different. I have just cleaned the public toilet, making sure it was sparkling clean by flushing the stubborn dark poop down the toilet hole and scrubbing the toilet bowl clean. If it wasn't, my supervisor could instruct me to clean ten more in the same day."And Alessandra wants to find happiness?"I am stepping out from the public toilet, wiping my hands with a dark towel, when I suddenly see a certain type of news I do not want to see on the billboard.On the billboard is Alessandra’s face displayed boldly on the screen. She is wearing a kind of red suit, and her hands are to her jaws. Beneath the picture, a voice reads the news."Matriarch Alessandra is seen at the Riverside Restaurant with a certain man who, accord
Tyler's POVAs the day finally comes to an end and my punishment supervisor gives me the go-ahead to close up, I head to the underbridge where I sleep and begin to plan my revenge on Alessandra.Yes, you heard that right. I now sleep under a bridge because the wicked witch took my house and made me give it to charity. You know the story. And she took the eatery and gave it to her sister. You know that story too.Ever since then, ever since she promised me heaven and earth and then humiliated me on our supposed wedding day, I have been sleeping under that bridge.My own mother won’t even let me come back to our tattered house. She was quick to reject me. Wasn’t she the happiest when Alessandra and I were about to get back together and get married again?And are my sisters any different?Well, this is all Alessandra’s fault, and I won’t let this go without making her pay for the aftermath.As I get to the underbridge, I see other homeless men sleeping in their own corners of the bridge.
Sandra’s POVIt is the beginning of a new day, but I am still not healed from the embarrassment Brandon caused. “How can he not like me after all these years?” This question has been haunting me since I angrily left the restaurant.In the same way the question continues to haunt me, the news on television, blogs, and every social media handle of every famous influencer is like they are in a corporation to haunt me.Because of this, I do not even bother to turn on the TV anymore. At least if I don’t watch TV or use the internet on my phone or laptop, I won’t see what they are saying about me.However, how long does this last?I do not even have to turn on the TV or use the internet on my phone. I was just driving on the road and holding in traffic when I saw on the billboard that Brandon and Matriarch Alessandra shared a kiss.It has not even been twenty-four hours since I angrily left the restaurant. Brandon has called me multiple times and texted me multiple times until I was forced
Sandra’s POV“I don’t understand. What is the thing we have in common?” I ask him instantly. But it is a lie that he answers me immediately.First, I see how he paces slowly around my sitting room, then finally, he comes to me in the garden. He brings out a cigar from his dirty polo pocket, lights it up, and exhales smoke from his nose and mouth.Nevertheless, he has not said anything. He only walks slowly to the pavement around the garden, places his hands on it, and inhales deeply while his eyes are closed.In no more than five seconds, he opens his eyes again and enjoys the beautiful view from my garden, which is part of an apartment in a 70-story building.“Ms. Sandra Pupper,” he suddenly begins to talk.“I used to be a happy man. I will not even be ashamed of telling you the truth. I was happily married to Alda, who now responds to the name Matriarch Alessandra. She loved me, and I did love her too. However, we can love more than one person at a time, right? I loved her best frie
Tyler’s POVI know she is going to accept my offer. I mean, who wouldn’t? A cat cannot negotiate a bowl of milk. No matter what it takes, I know she is going to take the bait.And now that she accepts, all I need to do is wait for the funds to come in, and then I can proceed on the journey that ends bitterly for Alessandra.Scoff.I am on my blanket now, under the bridge, looking at my phone constantly, hoping to hear a notification from it soon.You see, I am the type that uses an iPhone and other fancy Android phones when I am still married to Alessandra. But now, with these punishments she is making me serve, I can no longer afford those kinds of phones.I have this burner phone in my hand; I even picked it up from a trash can. All the money I can get, perhaps one dollar throughout the whole day, I use to feed my always-crying tummy.Anyway, my phone beeps suddenly. To me, it sounds like the expected second coming of Christ because I have so much anticipation for this. As it sounds
Tyler’s POVA terrible experience I have to go through all because of Alessandra. All because of the evil thing she did to me, all because of her shameless revenge on me, and I swear on my life that I will make her regret it to hell.As I say my name to these men, the huge one immediately says, “Hold on!”When he says this, he lifts up his hand like a traffic officer, and right there, I see how the one who cocked his gun at me rested from poking the gun at me.“I recognize the name Tyler Harrington,” the huge one says again.In about three seconds, as he says this, I see how these men look at each other and burst into wild laughter. A mockery of me that I am confused as to why they are mocking me at this instance.“He is the foolish man who thinks he can get married to Matriarch Alessandra.” They burst into another episode of laughter, which is so loud that anyone passing by outside can hear them.“How can a man be so dumb? He was even granting interviews,” the huge one says again. Ho