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
001JOANA’S POV“I am indeed pregnant…” I whispered to myself as I stared at the two bold lines on each of the seven pregnancy test strips lying on the table. I decided to take a test this morning after struggling with incessant bouts of nausea and dizzy spells for the past three days.My heart leaped with joy as I scanned each of the strips for the umpteenth time this morning to make sure that I was seeing right. And that I wasn't having one of those dreams again. I couldn't help but imagine my husband’s reaction when he got to know I was finally carrying a treasure for him. My husband, Clinton Gates is a third-generation billionaire and the sole heir of Gates Group. Although he has been cold and indifferent to me, I have been fighting hard every day to fully win his heart. Despite his coldness towards me, never for once have I thought of giving up on our family. My hope for a change has been soaring even higher now that I was carrying his child. I couldn't help but let out
002JOANA’S POV “I need you to sign these…” He growled in a low tone as he hurled a stack of documents that he was holding at me.The cold and disgusted expression on his face made me even more nervous than I already was. I didn't have a good feeling at all. “Divorce papers?” I screeched, my voice high-pitched and unpleasant even to my ears as I read the content of the document. My heart suddenly started beating erratically as I felt lightheaded, my vision turned blurry. The pounding headache I felt made me wonder if I was about to experience a heart attack. “Sign them and leave the rest of the official processes for me to handle. I already signed my part.” Clinton coldly preseed, folding his hands across his chest as he leaned unbothered again at the kitchen counter.“What's wrong with you? Why will you ask for a divorce today of all days?” I shouted, my voice breaking midway as I felt a sharp pain in my belly. He stepped closer, his deadly gaze boring into mine. “And what's s
003JOANA’S POV“Welcome madam.” The valet at the hotel entrance greeted me as I entered the premises. Today was the official banquet of the Gates Group. They were celebrating their new milestone. “Mrs Gates, congratulations. You indeed made the right choice. Your husband is full of surprises.” A woman who was trying to make small talk said, rushing to me with a glass of wine. Her words which were aimed at flattery landed like Thor's hammer on my chest, making me feel suffocated. And I couldn't blame her for being ironic since everyone else thought that Clinton and I were still the perfect couple. I forced an insincere smile to my face and made my way into the party with the woman following behind me, her face filled with flattery. Soon, another woman joined. “Ah! Mrs Gates, you're glowing. Your husband is taking good care of you. You keep getting more beautiful by the day.”“Of course, Mr Clinton loves his wife the most. Can't you see how in love they are?”“You must be so proud
004JOANA’S POVI caught sight of the bone of contention and pushed her aside, stomping towards him. “Clinton! You asked me to keep our divorce a secret while you already…” I didn't finish my words before I heard Louisa's soft yelp. My hand which was holding his arm, as I tried to turn Clinton around, slipped off, and wine splashed all over my body, same time I lost my footing and crashed to the floor.I blinked in shock; my surprise overshadowed the pain I felt at colliding with the hard floor. Clinton had caught Louisa and was fervently wiping off the little smudge of wine from her gown, totally ignoring me. “Clinton,” I whispered, my voice filled with pain and disbelief. “You bitch! You can't wait a day without causing trouble, is that it? Apologize to Louisa immediately!” Clinton growled, giving me a deadly stare. I caught sight of Louisa's smug smile and immediately realized what happened. She noticed that I wanted to confront Clinton about the things she told me and rushed
005SIX YEARS LATERJOANA’S POV“Mom, this is where you grew up?” My son, Japheth, asked, making me smile. After the drama with Clinton, I decided to open a fashion company with my family's support. To my greatest surprise, Caleb decided to help me, and even became my partner, even though he had his own companies to manage. In the early years of serendipity fashion, Caleb and I encountered dating rumors due to the fact that he was always with me. Some people accused me of dating my brother-in-law while playing the victim to make my ex-husband get bashed. The jealous Clinton who once came to make a scene at the studio made it even worse. So, we decided to move the head office abroad and finally returned today. The kids recognize Caleb as their dad since he's the one who has been there from the beginning.I felt someone pulling at my sleeves, making my attention return to the present. “Mom, what do you think?” I immediately felt confused because I had not been listening to them. B
006 JOANA'S POV I felt cold, looking at the man in front of me. Ever since I was told that he was at this event, I have not been myself. " Come here." I took Mirabel from him. I was terrified that he was going to hurt her, and that was not what I wanted for my children. He stood there looking at it; there was a shock in his eyes, and then he turned around and looked at the place. " You are doing well for yourself," he said. It came out like he was shocked that I was doing well for myself, like he never expected me to be like this. " Of course," I said. It came out weak, I was trying so hard to control myself. I never wanted him to see me as someone weak, as someone who was going to go down on my knees for him. " And them?" He looked at my kids. " They are mine, and you have no business with them," I said. I was never going to let him have an opinion on my life. He looked at me for a while. " You should be more careful, or you get someone to
007 Clinton's POV I got home and met Louisa at my house. " Hey, I got something for you," She said. There was this anger I suddenly felt towards her, I brushed her aside and went into my room. I was surprised to see Joana that way. She changed so much after the divorce. She had to leave this city after the news of her being with Caleb. I could not believe that they were still very much together, and she was back like she never left. I fell on the bed; there was something about her; she looked different; she looked more beautiful than I ever knew she was. I got into the shower and then made my way to the dining room. The food that was brought to me did not look like the usual food I was used to. "What's this?" I asked. " I made it," Louisa jumped and answered. I felt upset. " You did what?" " I made it for you; you should taste it; you will love it," she said, smiling at me. I was in no mood to smile at her. " I never asked you to cook for me."
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
107JOANA'S POVHer statement lingered like a bad taste in the air, “It's only a matter of time.”I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. Instead, I smiled. The smile formed on my face, and it took its time as I quietly flashed my teeth. I moved toward her across the hard table and concentrated my stare in her direction just like a hunter studies its target.“If you think, my dear, that you would be able to come out from this one,” my voice was low and soft.“It's over…” I smacked my lips.Anita's expression shifted from a thoughtful stare to clear confusion. She spoke with pronounced speed instead of interest as she probed deeper into my words.I didn’t respond.Because I didn’t need to.The heavy door creaked open behind me.Her head jerked in the direction of the sound, and in that exact second, I saw it—pure, raw panic. A flicker. Fleeting, but real. Her composure slipped like silk through shaking hands.Jason stepped in first.Dressed in plain clothes, looking more like a man who’d
106JOANA’S POVThe morning air was heavy with silence.After breakfast, I did not talk, although Caleb offered to drive me, and Clinton asked about my plans. I left without saying anything. I made a choice to handle it on my own.The police station sat like a solemn block of stone, grey and indifferent to the lives unravelling inside it. The kind of place that didn’t care if you were a billionaire’s daughter or a nobody from the streets—it held secrets, guilt, and truth in equal measure.I signed in, gave my name, and was guided to the interrogation floor.“She’s been denying everything,” the officer escorting me said with a sigh. “Claims she’s being framed. Typical story.”I wasn’t surprised.Anita always played the victim when cornered. It was her survival tactic. But she’d run out of corners this time.Officials assigned her a space with both a long table and window cameras watched by security officers who guarded the entry. A mirror reflection revealed her corporate-style clothin
105JOANA'S POVA few moments passed.“Do the kids know?” he asked, finally looking up.I nodded. “We’ll explain more later. But for now, they know something bad happened, and they’re safe. That’s enough.”He leaned back slowly, exhaustion clinging to every movement. “What happens now?”“Now?” I repeated. “Now we wait for the storm she started to finally pass.”He gazed at me from across the room, showing emotions that fell between regret and remorse. “What will you do?”I looked toward the closed door where Anita had been taken, then toward the grand staircase leading up to where the children were playing.“I’ll protect what matters,” I said. “Always.”Caleb gave a small nod beside me. Clinton glanced at me with something warm in his eyes.And for the first time in weeks, maybe months, I didn’t feel like I was drowning in all of this. I felt grounded. Steady. In control.The silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy now. It was thoughtful. Reflective. A room breathing after holding its b
104JOANA'S POV“Joana… what do you mean?”I didn’t bother answering Mr. Gates’ question. Let him stew in the weight of those words. Let him replay them in that calculating mind of his and wonder what I meant by shadows and what I knew that he didn’t. He wanted power and leverage. But then came the real scream—the kind that made the walls of the mansion vibrate and shattered whatever illusion of peace we had managed to hold onto for a single day.It came from the living room.I froze mid-step.Mr. Gates straightened behind me, his frown now sharp and urgent. We converged toward the shock with our steps matching each other like two magnets drawn to face their end.Stepping into the living room, I saw an expected disaster happening, like a show I was used to, though it stirred up my emotions.Two officers stood at the doorpost with straight postures showing their service badges shining under the sunshine. Staring at the officers in shock, Anita's blouse lost its smoothness, and her eye
103JOANA'S POVThe next morning unfolded like any other. We returned to the mansion, and you’d think nothing had happened the night before—the tension, the confrontation, the near brush with tragedy. The mansion seemed too serene for its usual lively atmosphere. Bright sunshine filtered through the glass to enhance the floor's golden shine, and the children's cheerful voices made architectural echoes. They ran to their various rooms to have their own fun.But there was nothing normal about today.Clinton and I walked side by side into the living room, Caleb trailing closely behind with his usual wary eye. The children followed their regular habits by having Mirabel draw at the window seat as Jake and Japheth competed loudly at their game.During this brief moment, I halted all my activities to breathe. To hope that things might start settling.Then, like the devil knew, just when to knock, a deep voice rang out from the hallway."Joana. A word," Mr. Gates said, arms folded as he sto
102JOANA'S POV“I didn’t leave!” he roared.I took a shaky breath.Clinton’s shoulders fell slightly. He spoke quietly in response. "You should have shared this news because you mattered to me."My throat clenched. “I made this tough choice because I knew this news would devastate you.”His expression faltered. “Did you believe hurting me would hurt more than losing her?”My eyes started tearing up, but I held it in. “I never said that. Don’t twist it.”His voice was hoarse now. "I can't believe someone who belongs to my family tried to hurt my daughter."“You can't believe it. Why did you think I never told you?” I asked, trembling.That shut him up.The space between us turned poisonous as both of us endured that unbearable period.He ended his motions by brushing his hair aside and turning his face away. “Protecting my daughter should have been my duty from the start.”His eyes became moist as he exhaled through his nose. “Should I get angry at Anita or myself?”“Take your anger o
101 JOANA'S POV Black hoodie. Dark jeans. Gloves. Face hidden behind a mask. Mirabel gasped. I pressed her head into my chest. The man raised a hand. “Give her to me,” he said gruffly. I remained still, refusing to move an inch. “You don’t want this to go badly,” he added, stepping forward. Caleb raised his voice. “That’s far enough.” The man paused. His eyes flicked toward Caleb. “I said give her to me!” he shouted. And then— A red laser dot appeared on his chest. Then another. And then a third. Police. The barn flooded with voices. “Hands up!” “Get on the ground!” The man panicked. He took to his heel—but Caleb was faster than him. He quickly tackled him to the floor with full force. I covered Mirabel’s eyes as the officers charged in, weapons drawn. Caleb pinned the man’s hands until the officers quickly placed a handcuff on him. “Who sent you?” Caleb shouted. The man didn’t answer. He just cursed under his breath and glared at me. “Wh