ELENA'S POVThis was my moment. Even though I had yet to recover from the shock and my terrible anxiety. But this was the moment I had waited for all my life. My photos and name buzzed all through the media, there was traffic on my social media and my products were selling at a rate it had never sold out before.Maybe going to Truks wasn't completely a bad idea. The whole world seemed to be talking about me, analyzing my posts, and calling me whatever they seemed fit. It was no deal to me. As long as the money was flowing in, as long as I was getting the attention I never would have milked from the word, never in a million years. "Are you alright?" Rickard asked me the second he walked into the mansion to see my face and how shaky it still looked. I had flown back to New York City the next day. It was an ugly sight in Turks and Caicos. It was the most terrible experience for anyone. For me, it was the worst thing to ever happen to me. "I'm fine," I took a sip of the tea Andrew's
ELENA'S POV Andrew was transferred back to New York City on Monday evening. He was now closer to me. I could just visit him without paying so much for flight tickets.I was part of the first people to visit him at the hospital. He looked quite pale, to think he had just gotten a blood transfusion. No, I was not the donor, whoever it was had a kind heart too.Penny was by my side as I stood by his bed watching him lay with his eyes closed, stubbles sprinkled along his jaws and chin, he looked sexy while sleeping. "He's going to be alright." Penny misinterpreted the sigh I let out. "It's all I want." I leaned over and brushed soft fingers across his face. He was warm. The doctor came into the room, a dark-haired man who appeared to be in his fifties. Behind him was Kathrine, Andrew's Aunt. She never liked me. I had to try a little harder to get on the good side of the lady. "Elena?" She peered at me. "Hello aunt," I smiled warmly at her. Aunt Kathrine was an extremely wealthy b
GWEN'S POVI woke up with the lights of the room becoming blinding. There were soft beeps sounding off the room and it wasn't until I glanced around the room did I realized where I was. I was at the hospital. The pearly wall and the IV connected to my wrist were all the proof I needed. I stretched and yawned sitting up with my hands rubbing my eyes wearily. My eyes fell on the figure before me in an armchair. Granny, her head was tipped over in a deep sleep. She looked worn out. She looked exactly how I didn't want her to look. I was making things tougher for her. She would have been at rest back at home but I had chosen to act rashly, I had chosen to make her this worried. My mind cast back to the reason I had passed out. Jane had called. News of Andrew being shot dead. Andrew was dead. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I sat in the small bed getting consumed by my thoughts. Andrew was dead. It was over. It was all over for me. My only consolation in all that was happening with our
Andrew's POVMy chest and abdomen were padded to ease the pain and pressure from the shot. I had been confined to this hospital ward for days under observation by the doctor while the police ran an investigation on the robbers. I was still mad at Elena. She knew it. I had warned her against sharing live locations and I was sure as hell she had learned her lesson. I glanced from the morning papers in my hand and stifled a yawn. It was about ten am and I already felt immensely tired. The drugs I was on were having a great impact on my mind. It was supposed to help me rest. I didn't want to rest. I had businesses I had to run. I had deals I had to keep track of. Sleep was far off from me. My phone was turned off for my peace of mind. Whoever cared enough was going to stop by. But there was a strict order on just who could visit and who couldn't. At this point, only closely knitted friends and family could visit. Elena hadn't stopped by since the previous day. She had stayed just a
Elena's pov"Well?" Rickard chuckled when I got back to his car. "Son of a bitch wants me gone just so that scrawny-ass lady could stay. This is exhausting." I slammed the car door and remained in the front seat with my arms folded across my chest. "What are you going to do now?" Rickard cocked his brow at me. Sure, the scrawny lady didn't faze me. Not a bit. She had no control over my relationship with Andrew. But what cost me sleepless nights was Gwendolyn resurfacing with Andrew's child a few months from now. It was one luxury I couldn't afford. Having Andrew marry me was a magic I was unsure how to make. This was a continuous swirl. I had to break out of it, I had to end it before it consumed me. "You know our plans. If the truth about Andrew being the father of Gwen's baby is out then we're at a loss. We lose it all." I spoke more calmly. " We have to act fast.""Yeah, and Brody?" He asked. Brody was the guy I paid to get in bed with Gwen. He had done an amazing job. I ha
Gwen's POVI slicked back my brown hair, securing it into a bun. I applied some lip gloss on and got into a nice dress. It was nothing serious. I just had to meet and find out what this was about with Jane. SHe sounded happy to meet up, she sounded so honest. I was the only dishonest one here. I didn't want to meet up for fear of getting talked out of wanting to go visit Andrew at the hospital. I was the only dishonest one here because I just didn't want her to convince me it was completely over between Andrew and I . This wasn't where I belonged and if she wanted me to remain here, then she had better brewed a pleasant reason. She had better come up with reasons why I should forget that one true happiness and settle here. Granny spoke of home like there was a happy one. There was none. They didn't want to send her because she had chosen to be kind to me. But I was meeting Jane after several months of being apart. It excited me, making me double over to meet her. Granny offer
Andrew's POV“When did you and Rickard become close?” I retained a stern expression when I asked Elena.“What do you mean?” she feigned ignorance.Rickard and I have never been close. If it were up to me, I would have severed all ties with him but for some reason, my dad wants us to get along.“Why did he call you? What does he want?” I asked with an exasperated tone.I stared at Elena with an interrogative look, getting impatient as she had not said anything yet. The atmosphere was very tensed as I couldn't think of anything that connected the both of them, aside me of course.If Rickard wanted something, he usually came to me directly. From what I heard, he hadn't even visited me for once since I was admitted.“Why did who call me?”“Rickard!” I let out a screech “Babe, what are you talking about? Rickard did not call me, I am not sure he has my private number, so how is it possible for him to call me then?” She said as she came closer to me and rubbed my cheeks with her soft hand.
Gwen’s POVI returned home at a late hour after a fun day with Jane. It reminded me of the good old days at school when we were inseparable.I tried to persuade her to spend a day or two with me at Granny's place but she insisted she had work which she needed to attend to urgently"Someone appears to be in a good mood," Granny observed as she noticed a large smile on my face“Oh Gran.. Gran, I enjoyed my day today, I didn't realize that I had missed Jane this much” I said as I threw myself on to the sofa.I met my granny in the sitting room. I stared at her as she tried to sort out some papers.“How is she? And her…. uhm, what did you say she does again?” Granny said as she placed her left hand on her chin.“She runs a flower shop”. I said. "Business has been going well for her, and I am pleased because she puts a lot of effort into what she does," I added with a smile on my face."That is good; I am glad to see you smiling again. Granny laughed as she said, "I almost forgot what your