042 JOANA'S POV I gasped hard, forcing my eyes open, breathing hard as my eyes checked my environment. I was home. My door slowly opened, revealing Peter with a bowl of water. “Thank goodness, you're up…” he rushed to me, keeping the bowl of water on the desk. “What happened? Where's Clinton?” “One question at a time: firstly, you were abducted; I'm sure you were aware of that; the drugs that made you unconscious for a while tampered with your nerves, and the fright made you faint.” “Clinton was the one who saved you and brought you back…” My eyes widened, “he did not bring you back to the house but to the hospital. Caleb was the one who brought you home.” I sighed softly. This was getting more intense, I really don't want to keep getting drugged. “Are you…” Caleb came in and ran to hug me. “I'll leave you to your business,” Peter said softly and left the room. “I can't… breathe,” I was choking over the tight hug. “I'm sorry, I just couldn't bring myself to
043 JOANA'S POV His gaze was soft and passionate. I walked gently to the chair, far from Caleb and Clinton, who were boring holes into their bodies. “How are you feeling now?” Clinton asked softly. “I'm feeling much better. Thanks for asking.” I took a sip of water. The thick silence clouded the room. “Peter, I think it's time to take the kids inside, I, Caleb and Clinton, need to have to talk.” Peter nodded softly, taking the three kids inside the room. “Bye, Daddy…” The three of them waved their father goodbye. The room became silent for some while, no one daring to make a sound. I sighed softly. “Clinton, how did you get to find her immediately?” Caleb started with his interrogation. “I followed the vehicle that abducted her,” he said blankly. “Why didn't you stop them before she was abducted?” Caleb shot. “I could have, but I was too far from them, so I had to follow her with my car and contact the police before things worsened.” “But-” “Aren't you gl
044 JOANA'S POV I went back to my cookies as Clinton left the room angrily, “man… this actually tastes nice.” Caleb forcefully took the plate from my hand, I whined, but he kissed me aggressively. He broke it, inches away from my lips, “are you done?” Caleb gritted his teeth angrily and went back to his seat. I took back the cookies, “are you jealous? We aren't a thing yet.” “You fucking kissed him,” Caleb burst out angrily, but I could only laugh. This was the first time I saw Caleb like this, I needed to savor it. “Yeah… and I also kissed you, so…” I grinned hard. “Joana, you can use me however you want but promise me one thing, that you would never go back to that monster.” “And if I do?” I tried to tease him more. “I'll lock you up in a tower where it would just be us and the kids.” “That sounds nice if you think about it,” I joked as Caleb broke out a tiny laugh. “Finally, he laughed, I never knew I would be able to see that side of you, it's more… sexy.”
045 CLINTON'S POV I walked into the store with Anita, and as much as I really didn't want to be there, I had promised her that I would assist her. She barely asked for anything, and shopping with her won't be too bad. After all, we were half-siblings. I caught a glimpse of what seemed to look like Joana, I ran out to check if I was seeing things, but there was nobody there. After our conversation this morning, my mind hasn't settled. “Are you okay?” Anita placed her hand softly on mine. “You look pale like you had just seen a ghost,” she brought me to sit nearby. She walked to the receptionist to get a glass of water. “Thank you…” I drank the water in one gulp, “and I'm fine, I thought I saw someone that I knew.” “Joana?…” she asked calmly. I smiled softly, “No, it wasn't, just someone familiar.” I dismissed any other thing before it would lead to any misunderstandings. She didn't know Joana much. “So… Can we continue with our shopping?” Her voice was filled wi
046 CLINTON'S POV The room stood still, the officer's face was a bit guilty, “I'm sorry, I asked you that question. “You are just doing your job…” “Thank you for your cooperation,” the officer said softly and left. I returned to my seat, grabbing my phone from where it was. I was about to call someone when Caleb burst in, “seems you are Joana's first suspect.” He chuckled harshly. “And I think I should increase the security since you think you can just barge in here like you own it.” He smiled, taking a seat opposite me. “Do I look like I care? Anyways, let's get down to business. Since we're both businessmen, I thought we could have a business deal.” I raised my brow, suspicious of his word, why would he just come to the office that he swore he would never set foot in. “What business deal are you proposing?” He threw some files on my table, “I know you have been trying to get this bid for a while, but the client is a stubborn one.” I took the file and scan
047 JOANA'S POV I kept replaying the CCTV footage during the time of my accident, but it just kept playing the same thing over and over again. No one was ever close to my car during the period I was in the meeting, but it was not possible for the brakes to be tampered with when I was home. I was getting more confused when I got a call; I picked it up without even looking at the caller's name. “Hello…” I said softly, my eyes still glued to the screen. “You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep looking at the screen like that,” I turned to see Peter with a coffee mug in his hand. I ended the call, taking the coffee from him, “thanks.” “Did you find anything?” He asked, still maintaining a clear distance from me. “I honestly found nothing. It feels like I'm going in circles.” I maintained clear eye contact with him while sipping my coffee. “But you know what, I did find something weird,” I quickly noticed his change in demeanour; his pupils flashed with fear. “And that
048 JOANA'S POV “Were you expecting me to sleep all day?” I walked to the couch, noticing their every body language. “Of course not, I'm just surprised. It's not just… you,” Caleb laughed, sitting right next to me. “I'll head back to the kids,” Peter said softly, still avoiding my gaze as he made his way back to the kids. “Why are you staring at Peter like that?” Caleb waved his hand over my face. “None of your business,” I rolled my eyes at him. Caleb frowned at the sudden change of my tone. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? What's with the attitude?” I shrugged, “I admit I'm cranky. As I said, I didn't get enough sleep, so you better get used to it.” “Sleep, or is it that time of the month? Because this is so not you.” I slowly trailed my finger on his chest, smiling at him until I pinched his skin. He winced in pain. “Don't get on my nerves this morning? I'm as mad as I'll ever be, now tell me why you are here so early in the mornin
049 JOANA'S POV We had clues, but it was not pointing to anyone making things even harder. I sank into my bathtub, letting the water soothe my skin. I really wanted to open my eyes, and the culprit would already be caught and leave me the stress of thinking. My mind went to what happened earlier between me and Caleb. The position he had held me under literally gave me butterflies. I don't know if it was because of the moment,t but lately, I find teasing Caleb fu; II lived for his reaction; he was always cute when he mumbled when he got mad but couldn't do anything. I was falling in love with Caleb, I didn't want it, but I couldn't help it. My heart had been broken too many times for it to start opening up again. But it was Caleb. The man who left everything to be with me, the man who was willing to risk his own life for my well-being. The man who made sure my children felt the warmth of a father. Maybe I was truly falling for his charms. He had been with me for six
116JOANA'S POVThe phone shot against the wall, and the bang of the glass against the wall greeted my ear; my ear filled with the chaos of my chest. I watched the broken pieces, and my hands trembled with rage and rage, swelling inside me like a violent storm. Everything about this felt wrong. It didn’t make sense. Anita—trying to take her own life? Why now? Why after everything?My door swung open with a thud. Caleb entered first, closely followed by Clinton, both of them visibly shaken. They must have already heard."Joana—" Clinton's voice was low, cautious.I didn’t answer. I simply walked to the window, wrapping my arms around myself as though they could shield me from this madness.Caleb spoke up, his voice more urgent. “We heard. It’s true, right?”I gave a small nod, still facing the window. “She tried to end her life. They found her unconscious in her cell. They rushed her to the hospital.”The room fell into a heavy silence. The kind that suffocates you slowly.Clinton fina
115JOANA'S POVCaleb didn’t speak much during the drive back. He must have known that I was trying to hang onto that last hint of calm I had. There was a soft hum of the engine, a sparse chirp of birds, and a gentle rustle of the wind in the trees between us, and we sat in a peaceful silence marked by this fragile truce.My cheek turned to the warm sun of the late afternoon leaning my head against the window. I was not ready to go home. Not really. I was also not ready to be anywhere else. All I had to do was breathe and again remind myself that even if the world was crumbling under my heels, the ground was yet to give way.The open window filled the car with the sound of laughter as Caleb pulled into the driveway. A laughter that brought me out of my thoughts right away.Caleb glanced at me, "they sound happy," he said quietly.I tried to smile. It came crooked, though, "they don’t know half of what’s going on."I opened the door and stepped out of the car. I stood there for a secon
114JOANA'S POVThe meeting room was colder than usual.Maybe it was just me. Perhaps it was the weight of the tonnage on my shoulders. I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the marble floor in an attempt to wear the mask of composure I had practised for years. Mr. Stone was already seated next to his legal advisor, and I could tell his smug grin meant he was up to something.I hated dealing with people like this, but I honestly had no choice."Good morning, Joana," Mr. Stone greeted, voice as smooth as his tailored suit."Mr. Stone," I replied curtly, taking my seat across from him.The Blue Heart jewellery redesign presentation was neatly set up on the screen behind him. The sketches looked impressive, and I had to give credit to the design team. It was meant to be a re-launch, a symbol of rebirth after the chaos, and it had to be perfect. But something about Mr Stone’s too-relaxed demeanour made my instincts scream."We’ve all seen the mock-ups and the numbers," he started, claspi
113JOANA’S POVMy words brought smiles to his face, and he suddenly became calm. “Thank you,” it softly escaped his lips, “you won't regret it.”“You better don't,” I muttered under my breath, returning back to work when a soft ding erupted the soothing silence.“The court hearing has been scheduled for the 20th.”The whole world stopped. It felt like the walls were compressing as my eyes widened and my fingers trembled at the sight of the text.I squeezed the paper underneath my fingertips, closed the phone screen, and ran my fingers through my hair.Clinton had noticed it, “what's wrong?” He asked calmly.“The kids' birthday celebration will have to be moved.”He furrowed his brows, obviously confused, “what are you talking about? There's no way we are shifting the celebration.”“The court hearing is fixed for that day, and there's nothing we can do about it.”It felt like the world came crashing down for him. His expression immediately changed.“We can always celebrate it the nex
112JOANA’S POVI left the station with solely one thought in my mind: how do I make sure that Jason doesn't serve too much jail time?He didn't deserve it; I know that the sergeant was working on it, but honestly, I knew it was far from being possible.I got cut from my trance when my phone started ringing. It was Caleb.“Hello…” I picked up.“Where are you?” He tried his best to sound as calm as possible, but it didn't work well.“I'm at the station heading to the office to do one or two things.”“Why were you at the station? Don't tell me you went to see Anita?”I walked to my car, “technically I didn't.”“Joana…”I rolled my eyes, “Fine I went to see her, but I didn't spite her up, but a little though,”“She's not in jail yet, but she's still very dangerous, and I can't risk anything.”“Caleb, you need to calm down, I just wanted to see her current situation and also check up on Jason.”“I should calm down? Have you forgotten the way that girl thinks? She's like a ticking bomb and
111JOANA'S POVThe soft ding of my phone got my attention. It was text.“Mission complete.”I stared blankly at the screen. Who was this person? My mind quickly went to Jason.“Jason…”Caleb and Clinton both turned to me, “What are you talking about?” Caleb finally spoke out.“The person behind the shadows was Jason,” I let out a small laugh.“How? He's in jail!” Caleb pointed out.I strode to sit on the couch, a victorious grin on my face, “Yeah, he is, but remember the secret agency he's in.”“The same agency that tried to kill him for exposing Anita…” he scoffed, “I highly doubt, maybe it's someone that also wants Anita gone.”I darted my gaze slowly to him, “apart from me, who else wants her gone? Trust me, my guts tell me that Jason did this.”The two men shook their heads and headed into their rooms.Playing with the tip of the pen, I pointed to the huge clock, “tick-tock Anita… this time, your time is up.”__The car ride was silent, a soothing silence enjoying the cool breeze
110JOANA'S POVThey had no shame.The confrontation had been explosive. Mr. Gates hadn’t denied it. He’d simply claimed that family should protect family—and Anita had sat smugly beside him, like a queen regaining her throne.She barely looked my way, but I felt her satisfaction and tasted it in the air like poison.Clinton finally turned from the desk. “You used your influence to override hard evidence. You know what she did. You saw the recordings. Heard the confession.”Mr. Gates didn’t flinch. “Evidence can be manipulated, Clinton. I don’t trust the words of men like Jason.”“You don’t trust facts,” Caleb spat. “You trust whatever keeps your family name clean. What kind of legacy are you trying to protect when it’s rotting from the inside?”Mr. Gates rose from his chair slowly, placing both hands on his cane. “You may not understand it now, Caleb. But one day, when you have your own family to lead, you’ll realize that loyalty matters more than any public trial.”I had enough. “Lo
109JOANA'S POVSunlight from the arched windows entered the mansion and formed wide bands across the marble floors. I took my place on the living room sofa with a straight posture and crossed legs while I touched my tablet in silence. Instead of reading the screen, my eyes focused on distant mental work. The house stood at peace before violence broke out.The front doors opened.Footsteps echoed.Clinton and Caleb walked in together, dressed in work suits, loosened ties around their necks, carrying the usual exhaustion of a day at the office. But the moment they saw me, they stopped.I didn’t rise to greet them. Didn’t even look up."Joana?" Clinton said, his voice tinged with caution.I slowly looked up. My eyes were expressionless. Not angry. Not hurt. Not welcoming. Just... still. Stone still.Caleb moved forward first. "Is everything okay? Where are the kids?""Asleep. Upstairs. Safe," I replied, my tone flat.Clinton moved towards me from the couch to reach my position, where he
108JOANA'S POVThe mansion stood as an unspoken silent question without any reaction. As soon as Jason parked the car, he sped the tyres toward the garage, and before the engine idled, I bolted from my side to rush through the mansion's main entrance.I directed the security staff posted at the gate to inspect the area thoroughly. “Check the east and west wings—every single room. I want the kids found. Now.”The main door flew open under my hand as I stormed inside. “Where are they? Where are my children?”The maids inside froze at the sound of my voice, but one of them stepped forward immediately, wide-eyed. “We—We don’t know, ma’am. We thought they were in the greenhouse—”“Check the gardens, the poolside, the library, everywhere!” I snapped. My voice was cracking under the weight of my panic. “Clinton? Caleb?”One of the male workers appeared at the top of the staircase. “Mr. Clinton left early this morning. He said he had to meet a supplier downtown. And Mr. Caleb hasn’t returned