BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES It felt illegal to be letting Brian go. He was my husband after all, and although I thought highly of Sebastine in the few hours of spending time with him, I wanted my marriage to really work. I gradually loosened my grip from Sebastine and went along with Brian and Steven, with my head bowed the whole time. It was an awfully quiet drive to the point of pickup and the private plane was already waiting. We got on board and I couldn't utter a word to neither Steven nor Brian. “Brian, I cannot begin to say how excited I am for Winchester, it's been a long time since I was last there,” Stacy said, walking out of the cabin towards Brian's seat. ‘Great! She's still here,’ I rolled my eyes, and fixed my gaze out the window and unto the beautiful country of Maldives. I had read so many beautiful things about the Maldives and although from my father's mansion I wasn't hopeful to visit, I wished my first visit didn't have to be on this terms. For the seven hours le
BRIAN'S POV I wasn't sure if to be excited about her welcome, or suspicious about it. It sure didn't feel right, but I was just happy to be seeing her wearing a smile again, and at the time, that was all that mattered to me. I picked her off the ground, in my arms like a baby and headed straight in. “Welcome home, Cinderella,” I said. She looked at me with a broad smile and I walked right up the two flights of stairs to my room. I placed her gently on my bed and took a deep breath. “It sure feels good to be home,” I said, looking around. “I'm sure it does,” she said. I knelt in front of her, as she sat up right, with her legs on the floor on the edge of the bed. “Princess,” I called, holding her hands in mine, “I know that no amount of apology would fix what I have broken, or make it right, or bring back what was lost.” “But I want you to know, hard as it is to believe, that I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you,” I said. “I've been through pain, I have lost
BLAIR'S POV Three days later, bright and early, we were packed and ready to return to Vegas. “Common, let's go,” Brian hurried me up. I was a little behind schedule, putting a few details to my plans for our stay in Vegas. I pulled out my suitcase and, walking by, decided to make a quick stop at Stacy's.I knocked lightly on her door, hoping that she was kind enough to respond, or worse, present at the house. Over the last three days all she ever did was go out, shopping spree after shopping spree, with Brian's card, and although I had complained a couple of times, Brian insists that she's a lover of new clothes. In his words, “I've known Stacy for the longest time. Shopping is therapy for her, and it's the least I can do. I'd be mean to take that away from her.” Brian always spoke about Stacy from a place of familiarity and I couldn't help getting pinched in the heart, everytime the conversation came up, but I was learning to live with it. I was knocking at her door for a whi
BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES We were barely an hour into our journey and Brian did not fail to complain about every tree or passerby he saw, which of course came after he made nasty comments about half of the population on the bus. I had the window seat and he begged to switch places with me. I was getting up when I sighted his royal blue Rolls Royce phantom trailing us, and of course Stacy was the driver. “You can't sit here,” I replied, with an urgency in my high pitched tone, and immediately got back in the window seat. “Common, Blair,” he expressed some exasperation, “it's bad enough I am on this trip, the best you can do is give me a comfortable seat,” he said. Stacy noticed I had caught sight of her and she quickly hid behind the high bus. I wasn't sure how Brian got us into this hovering presence of an ex, but it wasn't at all pleasant. “What's wrong Blair?” He caught my distraction again, but this time, his query drew attention to us. I couldn't explain and certainly not whe
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES I could take anything from Brian, but what I couldn't take was him blaming me for Stacy's recklessness. He had no idea how much she threatened me. I was still struggling to wrap my head around why he never saw any wrong in her. I walked out, slamming the door pretty hard behind me. However, I couldn't leave the building. I was exhausted and didn't want to be roaming the streets aimlessly, so I sat right outside. I was there until the setting of the sun and Brian didn't, as much as, come out the door in search of me. A few minutes to 6pm, I left the house, doing the very thing I didn't want to do - running into the streets aimlessly. Halfway into my directionless journey, I was met with a pleasant surprise. “Ashley!” I called excitedly, as I ran towards her, throwing my arms around her neck. She seemed very excited to see me too, and I was glad to be more knowledgeable on navigating the streets of Vegas. “How are you doing?” She asked, looking at just h
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES We were awake not very early the next morning, but still up in the attic when we heard shouting and loud thuds coming from downstairs. Ashley peeped out of the small window, since she was closer, being that she was preparing for her day. I, on the other hand, only had one job, and that was to stay put in the attic and not get discovered by my parents. “It's Brian,” she said. His name sounded like I was ‘booed’ into a jump scare. “Williams, give me my wife! I know she's here!” We heard Brian yelling at the top of his voice. Brian's yelling was more than chaotic enough, but it got worse with my parents' arrival on the scene. “There is a reason you didn't find any dog around here in the course of your stay and even after, Brycee,” My mother came down heavily on him as soon as they were out in the premises. “Where is she?” He demanded of them. “Who?” My father asked. “Blair,” he replied harshly, “I know she's here,” “You must be out of your mind,” my mothe
BRIAN'S POV “Hello,” I heard a familiar voice. “It's Stacy,” she introduced, her voice feeble and fainting. “If you're not alone, you don't have to say anything,” she spoke one sentence after another, not giving any room for me to say anything. That didn't matter though, because I was too stunned to speak. “I will send you an address, we need to see, Brian,” she said. “Make sure you come alone,” I said, “and come right now Brian,” she added, hanging up. It sounded like she was so sure I was with someone. Steven's call came in, just after hers. “What's happening Brian?” Blair asked, I stared at my phone, buzzing with Steven's call. I walked away from Blair without another word to her.“Steven,” I replied, shutting the door behind me and walking farther away.“I traced the car, Brian,” he said, his voice revealing a sense of urgency. “That wasn't your car in the accident,” Steven said, “and I'm beginning to think Stacy wasn't in the car either.” He said. “Yea, tell me about
BRIAN'S POV CONTINUES I slowly opened my eyes, recognizing the ceiling of the luxurious house. It had a pure white ceiling top, with lights buried in them and a chandelier right in the middle. The walls were painted in gray, with shape patches of black on the left and right wall, which were my favorite colors. The color coding of the room instantly made it a place of comfort, but it didn't erase the million questions in my mind. ‘Where the fuck is this?’ ‘Was Stacy abducted?’ ‘Who’s behind all of this?’ ‘Why?’ The list went on and on, every question opening a link to another. I tried to get out of bed, but my head was still very much aching from the blow it received. Additionally, I found my hands chained to the bed rails below. “What the hell!” I exclaimed out loud. “Hello?” I yelled, calling the attention of anyone at all who could hear me. Hello?” I yelled even louder, dragging the chains on my hands forcefully. “You're up,” I heard a familiar voice, with bold footste
BLAIR’S POV My family was happy. I just became the owner of one of the high-ranking companies in Vegas. My boy just turned one, how could I not be ready. Now I could categorically say that my life had never been happier. All I had been fighting for, for as long as I could remember and now had, and the very last thing on my list, was getting married to the one man that had been able to love me, through thick, thin, storm, hails, the rain of fire, brimstone and Sulphur. Through fairly good times and the bad times, through moments where I struggled to love myself. I couldn’t be more delighted. Contrary to Brian’s request, we were having a quiet wedding with the people that mattered the most to us. The very ones who watched our love story began in the craziest of ways, the ones who loved us through the toughest times and encouraged us to love each other through what felt like the possible. Tears flowed down my cheeks, with no apologies whatsoever to my makeup, as II walked down the
BLAIR’S POV I stood in front of the court, with a racing heart. For the last three months, we had been going back and forth with the company’s case in court and this was the day for the court’s final verdict. With Jennifer’s help, we were able to pull down some of the board members, who were then in the picture and they had given their testimonies to the best of their knowledge at the time.Some of them had also patched their relationship with my father, understanding that at the time, he was being manipulated and couldn’t have been able to help himself. The others thought it was wise to maintain their distance, saying that they were only offering the help they could for mine and Jennifer’s sake and didn’t think it was necessary to have a continuing relationship with my father. In it and through it all, we were grateful that they even showed up, some of which were outside the country already, but all returned for a justifiable cause.“Common, let’s go. I know we have this.” Brian
BLAIR’S POV “Blair!” she ran to me with a hug,This was not one of Jennice’s tricks at all. It really was Jennifer. I was filled with awe. “What?” Jennice asked. “You really didn’t think I was going to let that evil sister of mine kill my only child, did you?” Jennice asked.“What?” I was still stunned. All of me was vibrating. “Oh, sit down.” Jennice said. “I had Jennifer when I was quite young and since my stupid lover would not take me and the child and I was still trying to find my foot in the world I was left to live in, I couldn’t keep her.” Jennice began to explain. “I figured it would be better for her to be in an orphanage, than out here with me and so I took her there.” “It ached my heart that I began to travel a lot and lost track of keeping an eye on her, so she began to go through so much stress.”“When I returned to fix it, I realized my twin sister was after her life.”“Jennifer really was involved in that accident that day, but I stole her from the vehicle and
BLAIR’S POV “I could not believe my ears. “Please, show up alone first.’ She pleaded. Before could be asked twice, I fled out of the house, swiping the keys to the car from the table.It wasn’t long after I left the house that I got a text with a location. I diligently followed, not thinking about whether or not I was going to get myself in trouble, or probably kidnapped. I still had my suspicions on who had called and all I could call it was suspicion, since I wasn’t sure yet and it would have been the most unbelievable thing. I followed the location and arrived almost in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but trees all round I was beginning to think this was some prank call or an attempt at being kidnapped. If it was, I couldn’t even be mad and all I could now do was pray to be successfully out of here. ‘Maybe I had reacted a little too quickly.’‘What was I even thinking?’ I was lamenting and asking questions.I kept trying to reach the number over and over again, bu
BLAIR’S POV Sebastine did not wait to see his father before we left.Luckily, I could leave, although, with a bandaged arm. The bullet had been taken out and the wound was going to slowly heal and I was definitely going to keep seeing Dr. Bruce to make sure that I was fine. Sebastine signed every single thing in his name back to his father and he was leaving the Maldives to literally start a new life in Vegas. He chose us. My only excitement was that we arrived just in time to save him, because I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to losing another member of my family, especially to suicide. When we arrived Vegas, we dropped over at Brian’s house first. Sebastine was going to be living with Brian, before he is able to do anything else.He was done with college and could easily get a job, even though Brian had already promised to include him in the company. Sebastine, had declined both Brian’s, as well as my offer, to work in the company, saying he was tired of family ‘hand-m
BLAIR’S POV We walked into Sebastine with a gun in his hand, just about to fire a bullet into his head. Brian flew for him and I could only stand there in tears, since I had Regal in my hands and couldn't quite get involved in any rigorous fights. Sebastine was hell bent on ending his life, as he began a struggle with Brian for the weapon. “Let it go, Brian!” He yelled, “you both, get out of here!” “Let me be!” He and Brian continued the war for the weapon. “Sebastine, no, please, I beg you.” Ever single word I uttered was choking in tears. “It doesn't have to end this way, please,” I continued. “What other ways does it need to end, Blair?” He probed, “huh?” Luckily, Brian was stronger than Sebastine, sho had spent quite a number of days, without food, but this did not in any way deter the struggle. I took a few steps closer, towards them, trying to beg Sebastine to let go already. “Argh!” I groaned in pain, as a bullet flew out of the gun and right for m the region between
BLAIR’S POV At this point, I was giving up on everything. I was losing hope and thought about letting the company go, but my father was still out here fighting and if he was not giving up, I couldn’t throw all his hard work by doing same. I was quite weary of it all, but had to continue. If there was a slightest chance to get the company back, I had to encourage myself to hold on to it, until we made it big enough to win us back the company. I woke up on this fateful morning with the most disturbing thought. I was restless all night and failed to have any good or proper rest. “Are you okay?” were Brian’s first words that said hi to me, as soon as I opened my eyes. It was pretty obvious that I wasn’t and I had swollen eye bags from not getting any sleep at all. “You need to reach out to Sebastine,” I said, shocking Brian hard with my request. “I am really worried about him, Brian,” I continued. “He is all alone and as if it was not enough that he has criminal parents, he hurt
BLAIR’S POVI always knew that Brian was struggling to deal with the challenges that came with being my life, but what I didn’t know was that it had gotten as bad as stuffing himself with alcohol, to the very point that he was sick. On the first occasion that Brian retuned in this manner, we had just gotten married and since I didn’t know if he was alcoholic or not, so I didn’t quite care. The second occasion was the week he was to get married to Stacy and he was unhappy, from the innermost part of his soul. Now, he was here and lamenting over being with me and just how difficult it was. It melted my heart that even in that drunken state, he could still think about me and mention that he was willing to love me, despite everything. However, I couldn’t stop thinking,‘If he was in this much distress, was it worth it?’ I helped Brian clean up his body and got him to rest, while I walked downstairs to make meaning out of my day. “It’s a good thing they found their way home.” Collins
BLAIR’S POV I now had more thoughts on my mind than running a company, after the period of our grieving. Collins had filled me with questions that all I really did was just lay down and thought through his words, over and over again. ‘Was there a right time to stop loving? If there was, when was the right time?’‘What if we are just making the people we love unhappy, by being with them, because their hearts would rather be elsewhere?’Collins already confessed to never seeing Stacy smile this bright, or laugh as hard as she did, when she was with him, and even I was already sick of how all Brian and I ever did was solve one chaos, after another. I was already so convinced that all my presence ever did was fill his life with problem after problem, and it was quite evident now that he was struggling to love me, and who could blame him?Brian and Stacy obviously got carried away in their chats and the extended period they had to work together, neither of them remembered to return on