070 JOANA'S POV What the hell did I just witness? Peter meeting up with Anita? I wanted to know if those crazy hours of designing and work had ruined my eyesight but I wasn't wrong. Wasn't she supposed to be recovering from her accident? Who am I kidding? She was never in an accident, but she should at least try to make it seem like she was recovering. I scoffed at the heavy makeup she was wearing as they hugged each other and for some reason, Anita was smiling widely. Like they knew each other for a long time, I really wondered how long she was able to convince Caleb that she was a good girl. I picked up my phone and called Peter immediately. He picked up, “hello Pete, could you please pick up the kids after school today?” Anita kept touching his palms softly like they were dating or something but I couldn't see Peter's reaction. “I will, I'm currently meeting up with a friend, after the meet up, I'll head to pick the kids.” “Okay…” We ended the call and I pro
071JOANA'S POVThe room became eerie with silence, Clinton fuming with rage, Anita's face covered with tears, and Caleb relaxed, enjoying the show.Anita abruptly stood up, her nose flaring with anger, “you know what…” she glanced at me from the corner of her eye.“I don't care if you follow me or yell at me, but suspecting me is just insane,” her fake tone was completely filled with sadness; no one was siding with her.Her voice cracked, “I thought you were my brother, I thought you loved me,” her last words came in more like a whisper; her world-class acting was really perfect.Forcing her way out and staring deep into my eyes, I could venom all over her pupils."Non mi fermerò fino a quando non avrò ciò che mi appartiene.”Which translated to “I am not going to stop until I have what's mine” in Italian.A sly smirk grew on my face. Did she really think I didn't understand her? She turned about to leave."Buona fortuna nella tua ricerca! Ricorda che ciò che è tuo ti apparterrà senz
072 JOANA'S POV Clinton retreated back to his bed, his face turned a bit sore, but he still had a small smile on his face, “go ahead…” he said softly. I picked up the call, turning my back against him, “Hello…” “Where the hell did you go to?” Caleb tried to sound as calm as possible, but the anger and worry in his tone were very evident. “I'm at the hospital…” The line went silent, but I could still hear his soft breaths, “Hello…” “Hello…” I placed the phone away from my ear to be sure the call wasn't disconnected. “Caleb… are you there?” “Which hospital?” He softly breathed out. “St. Luke's…” I was about to explain when he ended the call. I turned to face Clinton, but he was already asleep. The slim moonlight revealed signs of fatigue on his face while I approached him. His eyelashes reached a supernatural length that displayed mystifying lusciousness around his eyes. The regular soft breaths he took lifted his chest to showcase the strenuous and exhaustin
073 JOANA'S POV Clinton looked down at his shirt and started wearing it, “I did not get a clear vantage view of the culprit, but we could begin with the CCTV cameras in the vicinity.” The people in the room did not speak; the tension between them was thick and heavy as a challenge on the tip of one’s tongue. For once, the two brothers were on good terms; the animosity that characterized their relationship was not evident for the time being. I was the first to speak, and my tone broke the thick silence, “We have to go… Take care of yourself and give us an update on what you find.” Clinton only blinked as a response, his eyes closing already while we left the room. My voice was soft, almost like a whisper, “You still care for him, don’t you?” The question hung in the air, a challenge to my emotions, and I knew I had to confront the truth. Caleb looked into my eyes, and his facial expression confirmed the truth. His brother holds his heart, but his old scars keep reminding
074 JOANA'S POV I glanced at my phone screen while my finger rested nervously over the answer option. After taking one deep breath, I decided to answer the phone. I whispered "Hey" with barely any enthusiasm since my heart raced uncontrollably. Clinton managed to speak through the phone with a raspy tone in his voice. "How are you?" I told him I was doing fine since his voice revealed real concern. "How about you? How's the, uh, recovery going?" Clinton made a deep laughter that resonated in my ear. "It's going." The doctor explained that I escaped serious danger. Getting that suit should not require any repayment because I am grateful for your recovery. My chest experienced a heart-felt warmth as I smiled. The favour you provided doesn't require payment from me, Clinton. “I'm just glad you're okay." Our conversation involved routine discussions regarding the events of our days, along with updates about our current condition. I replied to Clinton that the children were d
075 JOANA'S POV The thought of Caleb filled me with intense emotions that overwhelmed my mind. The feeling of happiness filled my heart because he existed in my life. Someone cared for me deeply because I experienced both love and precious care. The person guarding me from potential danger offered me complete safety since they would risk everything to protect me. Being lost in my thoughts generated both certainty and uncertainty within me at that moment. I questioned my feelings for Caleb to determine what emotions genuine love would bring. The emotions I felt toward Caleb remained uncertain between love and a different undefined emotion. My preoccupation with personal problems possibly led me to forget real and meaningful love when interacting with others. The feeling Caleb created in me became central, along with his power to brighten my entire universe when he appeared. In my thoughts, I pictured him placing his hand around mine and gazing at me through loving eyes. My thou
076 JOANA'S POV “Yes…” I squealed like a child when Ciara did her job by installing the gadgets perfectly. I saw Anita on the screen, and it felt closer to victory than I imagined. Now, it was just for Anita to slip. Anita was in a heated phone call with someone. She spoke loudly during her telephone discussion as she fought with the person at the other end. She screamed at the phone through the screen, saying, "Don't let Clinton or Caleb get hurt, you idiot." The person behind the phone appeared to support their previous actions, but Anita refused to agree. “Your negligence has done this damage, you had one fucking job.” She exploded with rage and spoke harmfully in her tone. “The acidic substance was meant to finish that brat off but yet left my brother in danger. You piece of shit!” After hearing their answer Anita became angrier. She walked repeatedly across the floor while showing her intense anger. “Your words imply this was not intentional. She sneered. You ha
077 JOANA'S POV Time seemed to stretch like elongated hours in every passing moment. Silence and immobility filled the space around me because the walls and I seemed to share my breathing pattern. I paced between the floor back and forth while watching my phone refresh multiple times, although I understood there was no way it could speed up delivery time. The only thing cartwheeling through my mind was information from the rescue team. Panic hid between every period as the clock continued to tick. The drawn-out slow anxiety of waiting had become a normal experience for me because each mucous heartbeat rang extremely loud. I required confirmation about her current state. If she was still alive. If she had been found. I gripped my phone when its screen finally came to life. I grabbed the phone with fidgeting hands, which sent my heartbeat racing. A brief message delivered the heavy burden of the world. "The girl has been rescued." A single moment seemed sufficient for me t
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