031 JOANA'S POV I tried my best to keep calm as my kids left the room, Mirabel kept looking back until I finally blew her a kiss. She smiled and caught it. “Works like a charm,” I said softly, then turned to Caleb, who looked like he was in a haze. “Caleb…” He jolted a bit at my touch, “Yeah… I'm here,” “Caleb, I want you to be truthful with me. When was the last time you slept,” Caleb fumbled with his hands avoiding my gaze, “Caleb…” I said softly, “I'm back now; you need rest more than anyone; thank you for everything, but I would never forgive myself if anything should happen to you.” I opened my hands wide and reached out for a hug. He hugged me ever so tightly but still so loose. “I thought… I thought I lost you…” “I…” I patted his back as I felt warm liquid touch my back, “It's fine… I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere.” He broke the hug and wiped the tears, with a weak smile on his face. “I'll be going now. If anything arises, anything at all, d
032 JOANA'S POV “You heard me right, and I'm going to say it again, Joanna and I are getting married.” My whole world froze, but the next thing I heard was a loud thud, Clinton had punched Caleb hard in the face. Caleb was about to launch at Clinton when I threw my pillow at them. “The both of you should stop now. We are in a hospital for heaven's sake. It's either you behave or I'll get security to throw the both of you out.” Though my voice was calm, my breath was unsteady, I hated fights, and seeing them fight in front of me was unsettling. “I am a patient, a recovering one. How do you expect me to recover if two adults keep fighting like children.” Caleb and Clinton stood far apart, “now, I think it's time for you, Clinton, to leave, Caleb and I need to talk.” “Are you really getting married to him?” Clinton's voice was calm, but that didn't hide the fear laced in it. “Whether I am getting married to him or not is none of your business nor concern. It
033 CLINTON'S POV I smashed my hands against the wall many times until my hands felt numb; those words Caleb said kept ringing in my head. “Marriage?!” I scoffed hard. “There was no way that she would marry him… right?” I tried to give myself the false hope that I deserved. I stared at my bloody fingers as I remembered that deadly glare my brother gave me. But Joana, her eyes were different. It held hate, but something else was evident. A loud scream turned my attention to the door. It was Louisa. She ran towards me, holding my bloody hand with so much fragility. “Don't touch me,” my voice filled with pain. Louisa's eyes started swelling with tears, “when are you going to understand that she doesn't love you anymore?” Her words were bitter, but I couldn't care less, I stared at her intensively as she went back, her gaze avoiding mine. “What… what… are you doing?!” She tried to catch her breath, her pupils shaving, evident with fear. Louisa
034 JOANNA'S POV I took in a deep breath as the fresh air rushed through my veins, I stared around my room, and Caleb helped in packing my things. “Should we head to the café to eat first, or do you want to go home?” He asked softly; I let out a weak smile, taking my bag from him, “The café; I am a bit hungry.” He chuckled, leading me out of the room, we headed to the car when Clinton hit the door with full force, startling me a bit. “Clinton…” Clinton dragged me behind him, his hand firm on my wrists but not too tight to leave a bruise. “What are you doing?” Caleb yelled angrily. “I'm meant to ask you that. What the hell do you think you are doing?” I removed his hands from my wrist and walked away from them, staying in their middle. “Clinton, if you have the utmost respect for me, you wouldn't be doing this here, I just got discharged, and you are picking a fight.” Clinton gazed at me with so much sadness. It's good to know that no matter what he
035 JOANA'S POV After making a dozen cream pies, I retreated to sleep. My kids really wore me out, but it was worth every second. The next day was Sunday, a relaxing day for me, but I had to fix an impromptu meeting with the wedding dress designer. The client was so elated about my recovery that he even made time to visit me. “Hello… is the Là Pierre's Wedding room…” “This is Miss. Joana, on the phone, the jewellery designer in charge of Mr. Jean Claude's project, I would like to shift the meeting to 10 am. I have an appointment with my doctor.” “Sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you very much.” I ended the call and had no idea when I drifted into the dream world. * The appointments with the doctor went smoothly. They removed the stitches on my waist and did a thorough CT scan. It was clearly a miracle to them how I had completely recovered within a span of a week. I drove to the designated place to meet with the designer. “Good day, Miss Jo
036 JOANA'S POV “It's all your fault, you monster,” I heard a familiar voice; I turned to face Louisa head-on. Her face had anger written all over it. She was infuriated. I sighed softly, “What do you want now?” I really had no strength to continue any conversation with her. Caleb had to return back into the office to get a few things, and now I had to deal with this woman. “Why did you have to return? If you hadn't returned, Clinton wouldn't be having such a hard time.” “When would you stop blaming me for your incompetence? I left for six years, and you could not bring him closer to you, oh wait…” I went closer to her, “you needed me to be close so you could continue to feed his mind with lies. Since I was gone, you couldn't.” A growing smirk made me feel perfect, I made her knees wobble. She stood tall and firm with a mad grin on her face, “I heard you were in a terrible accident, and now your office was vandalized, I guess I'm not the only one that wan
037 JOANA'S POV “What have I done?” I tapped my lips softly, wondering why I had accepted Caleb's proposal. ‘Let's get married…’ I squealed at the words that came out of my mouth. I know that Caleb was just trying to protect me and my children, but I honestly don't know the next step. Why was I being worked up? I can't still possibly be in love with Clinton. No, it was just a thought. Then why couldn't I kiss Caleb back, I was meant to move on to completely forget about the man that made my life a living hell, but here I was, still thinking about him. The soft ding on my phone brought my attention to the table stand. I walked closer to the phone. It was a message from Caleb, I contemplated if I should open it. After thinking about it for a while, I touched the screen, and the message opened. “Hey…” “I am still apologizing for my unruly behaviour this evening; I still don't know what came over m., I understand the reason you don't want to investigate fu
038 JOANA'S POV “Clinton!!!” I yelled angrily, making all heads turn in my direction. “What?” He turned his face to my side with a grin plastered on his face, “Are you not going to let him know the truth?” I fumbled with the hem of my dress as I noticed Caleb's knuckles turn white. Clinton relaxed onto his chair, “I just want my dear brother to know that no matter how many times he tries, he will never be in your heart.” I hated the fact that Clinton was right; I loved Caleb, but not in the way that he wanted me to. And then there was Clinton, the man who had literally turned my life upside down, but I couldn't deny the fact that my heart still tingled a bit whenever he was around. Did I hate it? No. Do I despise him? Not anymore. Then why?? “Clinton, if you know that you are here to cause trouble, it's better to leave; Caleb is known to not be able to control his temper when around you, and I don't want this to turn into something messy.” Clinton held a smir
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
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