Oliver’s POV “Tell me you will not do anything stupid.” I said this to Vivian, who was at the end of the line. It has been a month since Julie’s passing, and Vivian isn’t the same man he used to be. He got into trouble last week when a paparazzi followed him to take pictures of him when he went out for a walk. The video showed him grabbing the man by the collar, then reaching for the camera, which he smashed to the ground. Some criticised his actions as toxic; others called for respect for people grieving. Being the least busy of all of us, Sir stayed with him almost always, but Vivian didn’t like that very much. He had fallen out with Sir a few times, but because he was the stronger one, Sir always tackled him or beat him up if that was necessary. I saw him yesterday, and he had a bruised lip, courtesy of Sir. Vivian announced his return to his company this morning, and it had been all over the news. Was he mentally capable of returning? Yes. Was he emotionally ready to return? No.
Imela's POV “Are you excited?” I asked Ocean, who looked less stressed about starting preschool today. I had read up on how the first day would go for a child, and I saw pictures of crying babies and articles saying many children had difficulty coping with their first day of preschool. Ocean looked the least afraid or sad, which gave me a little assurance that it wouldn’t be so bad. He had Captain America’s bag on his back and his lunch box in his hand as Oliver carried him towards the entrance. “Si, mama.” He replied with a smile. My baby was becoming independent. I turned to Oliver, and he was speechless as well. He had an early morning assignment at the office, but we both wanted to witness this before beginning the day. We took a few pictures of Ocean's first day, and we'll each have a copy to take with us. When we finished with the class teacher, we waved Ocean goodbye before leaving. “Do you think he will be okay?” I inquired, staring up at Oliver. Ocean had been going to d
Third POV "You are thinking," Oliver said, pulling Ela out of her thoughts as they stepped back into the room. She shrugged it off as casual, but she knew better than to lie to him. She had been different since returning from work and was still shaken by Greg and Ian's visit to the office earlier today. It stayed on her mind and replayed repeatedly, even though she didn't want it to. She couldn't think about it. They had taken a walk in the park with Ocean, Nina, and Jesse earlier as a way for the two children to bond. Taking these kinds of walks helps to take her mind away from the stress most days, but they didn't help today. Throughout the walk, she drifted away with her thoughts and zoned out of conversations. "Something is on my mind," she agreed. "Tell me about it." She told him about the strange visit she received this afternoon from the McCann brothers at the Garcia firm, asking—more like threatening her to convince him to join forces with their illegal business. Minut
Imela's POV "I came to pick you up from work, but Joe told me you had already left. You didn't tell me you wouldn't be in your office. I brought Ocean home on my own." Oliver pulled away from the loving kiss. It was the first thing he welcomed her home with. Since Ocean's enrollment, they have gone together to pick him up from school, except today. "I'm sorry. I had a meeting with Chan, and I forgot to put you on speed with it." He paused and stared at her before asking, "Chan, the detective? Is everything okay?" "Yes." I nodded with a smile. "I know about the McCann brothers, and you don't have to say anything; it's all being handled," I assured him, watching his emotions move from surprise to anger to confusion. The only reason the brothers tried to bully me a month ago was because Oliver wouldn't respond in the way they hoped, and they thought they could sway his wife instead. I wasn't Ivory Plane, and their greatest mistake was thinking I was. He stared into my eyes as if he
It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? To have two of Ocean's classmates bear the same last names as the men we were running the cartel, whom we were trying to take down. I didn't sleep, not with the million thoughts going through my head. A part of me felt we were overthinking everything, but another part worried for the safety of my son. The McCann brothers had gone after Seth, Nina, and Oliver to bend Ivory to their will, and men like that would blur the line to get what they wanted. They would harm Ocean without second thought if it would bring them to their goal. "You're not sleeping, are you?" Oliver asked, and he pulled himself up to sit down. We had both put Ocean to sleep a few hours ago and returned to bed in silence. I had said good night to him even though I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep. I knew the same thoughts had kept him awake, too. "I'm not sleeping. I can't sleep. This is probably me making things up in my head, but what if I'm not? What if we are not?"
Imela's POVOliver kissed my lips before telling me to take care of myself and have a wonderful day at work. I kissed Ocean and then wished them the same before driving off to the office. It was his day to drop and pick Ocean up from school, so I drove straight to the office.Since finding out the truth about Ocean's friends, we have felt at ease. Ocean was always eager to share what the twins and he did, as well as the fun they had before going to sleep. He looked forward to being in their company every day. He had never bonded so well with friends, and it was a refreshing feeling.We hung out with the McQueens a few days ago, and we realised they were an everyday couple living normal middle-class lives. However, we were set apart because of our position in society and the demands that came from it. It was a lovely time.I stepped out of the elevator and saw Joe. I exchanged pleasantries with Joe, who was also setting up his corner, having arrived not long ago. After that, he informe
Oliver's POV"Mr Plane, I called because I didn't know what else to do," Caesar spoke these words as I walked towards the car where he was standing.He had called thirty minutes ago to inform me that Ela was having a nervous breakdown and wouldn't step out of the car after they arrived at the firm. He told me where they were, and I assured him that I'd be there as soon as I could. I closed the report on my desk and informed Georgie to cancel the rest of my appointment for the day because I wouldn't be returning. Caesar didn't tell me much of what caused Ela to be this way, and he didn't have to; it didn't matter; what mattered was that Ela needed me, and I had to be there.It was difficult to accept the reality of a lot of things. The McCann brothers, still walking freely despite the evidence being gathered, were one of them. Those in charge of the investigation were giving out little information, so there was a need to be patient.I knew it would have an adverse effect on Ela; I didn
Ela wanted us at the funeral service of the late Detective Lewys Chan, and so we went. It was a small gathering of close friends and family, saying their final farewell. Chan had three daughters; two were in high school, and the oldest was a freshman in college.If Ela felt miserable before, it was nothing compared to how she looks now at the cemetery where the funeral service took place. I held her hand, assuring her I was there for her and not leaving. Last week, the police department opened an investigation into Chan's death, and justice will be served, which I was sure of.We gave our condolences once again to the widow and her children, and Ela offered her card to Roselle, Chan's widow, telling her to come to her with whatever she needed for her family and the kids. I knew Ela's big heart would move her to provide assistance to the family, just like she did for her cousin, Godiya when her parents couldn't afford to further her study in medicine. The widow nodded and smiled at her
Three months later "You can stop here, Caeser; I will walk on from here," Imela said as the gate came to the cemetery gate. Caeser turned off the car and got down to open the door for her. She told him she would not be long, and he waited for her. She stared ahead at the gravestone not so far from her and walked towards it. "It's been a while, Grandma," she said, placing the red rose on the grave and sitting beside it. Today was the perfect day to visit because Imela had less work on her plate, which made her close early. Having already had it in mind to visit sometime this week, she headed here after leaving the hospital to do the needful before going back home. The last time she came to see was a few days after Christmas, and that was six months ago. She had so much to say then because a part of her felt she was going crazy and needed direction and focus. Since then, she hasn't found the time to return to the series of events taking place around her. "I want you to know that Oli
Third POV Max was almost done with his tie when Nina stepped back into the room. “I just got off the phone with Imela,” she said, slipping her phone into her purse. They were getting ready for Jayden’s release party. It was a get-together and celebration with family and close friends only, and since there wouldn’t be many people, Sir offered Lockwood Corner for the night. It was a secluded VIP corner in his club in the heartthrob of the city. There will be music, drinks, and fun. This would be Jayden’s official welcome. His final hearing was this morning, and with the new evidence that came to light, the judge had no choice but to exonerate Jayden of the charges of drug trafficking. With the news of his release came the need to celebrate the victory. The troublemakers will not pass up this opportunity. Nina was already dressed in a red maxi dress, which stopped over her knee. Her blonde hair was in a neat bun, and her makeup highlighted her already attractive features. Max's eyes g
Joe's body hit the ground with a loud thud. I gasped and took to my heels, running into the bushes around the building as fast as my legs could take me. I didn’t have direction; I just didn’t want to die. I heard another gunshot, and pain shot through my shoulder the next second, taking me down. The gun had grazed my shoulder, and the protection I got was from my dress. I hid behind a tree in the woods, keeping my presence there as minimal as possible. I heard careful footsteps heading to where I was, and I knew it was Cecil's. I had to calm down and calculate my next move if I hoped to stay alive. I counted down the last step, and the first thing I saw was the gun held out. With calculated risk, I reached for it, and we both struggled. Finally, I took it from her hand, but before I could point it at her, she slammed her palm against my hand, and the gun fell out into the bush. I threw a quick fist, which met her in the face, and before she could recover, I kicked her onto the gro
Imela's POV Cecil's phone rang, and she pulled it out of her pocket to look at it. "It's Dad," she said, stepping back from Joe. "I have to take this; keep an eye on her." She instructed before stepping away from the room. Joe stood at the door with his hands folded over his chest. He had kept his gaze anywhere but near me. It didn’t take a genius to know he was only in this to make Cecil happy. Sad, he didn’t know there was no way to make a crazy person like Cecil happy. He was as much a victim of Cecil and Marlo as all of us were. “I understand.” I told him, and this brought his attention to me. “What?” "Why you threw your life away for her? You love her, and we will do anything for the one we love.” I replied. “You hurt her; she believes she has to do this because of what you did to her.” His defensive response came, sounding like someone brainwashed by love. “Cecil is not a bad person; she has been judged, misunderstood, and abandoned by those she once called family. You did
"I was never crazy. It was you all along." Imela said as Cecil got down from the Jeep and walked towards the uncompleted building on the left side of the road, and Joe pulled her along. Cecil and Joe had taken Imela out of the Garcia Group firm and into the parking lot, where she saw Benjamin unconscious beside the car. She tried going to him, but Joe held onto her and pulled her into the black Jeep parked opposite her car. "You killed Kimberly and framed me; you killed Elena; you tried to kill Ocean, just like you tried to kill me many times. Did you kill Chan, too?" Imela demanded. If Chan were alive, he would have uncovered the truth that Cecil was out and behind everything a long time ago. He had died suddenly at the beginning of it all, and she had believed the McCann brothers had done it. That wasn't true; Cecil was behind the murder of Detective Chan. The satisfied look that appeared on Cecil's face further proved it. "He helped you put me in prison; he had it coming. Beside
Oliver's POV Flashback I made my way over to where Nina stood, waiting for me outside the restaurant. I didn’t know why she had decided to meet outside today when we had always met at my place. We hugged and walked into the restaurant for lunch like every Saturday. After I got my place, she began coming there, and we would cook and eat and catch up on everything we had missed out on during the week, from study to work and everything. “You know, when you said you wanted to see me, I thought you would come to the house like you used to,” I said as we took our seats at the table on the left side of the restaurant, close to the window. She gave me a half smile and said, “I cannot come; Cecil is there.” She didn’t try to hide it, and most of the time, we have just moved on from the discussion altogether. She disapproved of Cecil, and I saw it in her body language and how quiet she tended to be whenever she was around Cecil. I brought Cecil along for her last birthday party, and Nina
Trigger Warning! Violence in this chapter Third POV It all started a year ago. “The first time I saw you, I knew a day would come when I would need you,” Cecil said as she stepped towards Gloria, a splitting image of her. She had met her when she travelled to Puerto Rico on vacation two years ago. They didn’t look so alike at first because Cecil had red hair, a thin eyebrow, and pink lips, while Gloria had blonde hair, a full eyebrow, and red lips. Cecil could also tell Gloria was financially struggling, and it showed in the way she was dressed. Cecil didn’t know why, but she wanted Gloria close, so she helped her into the States, waiting for her to get her papers. After the sentence was carried out, Cecil reached out to Gloria, telling her to play out her part, and in return, she would get her the papers she needed. She already had connections with not only the correction centre but also the warder, so leaving the prison was easier, and all Gloria had to do was pretend to be her u
Imela's POV Jean’s words echoed in my head. The result of the many tests showed I couldn’t have killed Kim; there were more than the two of us at the apartment; someone else had killed her and framed me for it. They had hoped I wouldn’t wake, having injected me with a high dose of lead and solvent. Waking up had thwarted their plans, and the test results vindicated me and showed my innocence.I wanted to think of who could have been responsible for this. I didn’t want to say Cecil; after all, she was in my head. I couldn’t give her credit. Cecil was in prison, and even if she wasn’t, she alone couldn’t have pulled off all of this. There was someone else—someone close to me, someone who knew me and could influence my mind.My phone rang in my bag as I stepped out of the car, snapping me out of my thoughts. I thanked Benjamin, who held the door open for me to step out and pulled the phone out of my purse to see Nina as the caller ID. I answered and pushed open the door. “Nina, hey,” I
My lashes fluttered, and I released a loud yawn. I covered my mouth to reduce the noise so I wouldn’t wake Ela up, but when my hand dropped from my face, I found her already awake and sitting in bed. “You are awake,” I said, noticing her intense gaze on the ceiling. “I remember,” she said. I pulled myself up to sit down, and my brows furrowed, wondering if it was what I was thinking, but I waited for her to keep speaking. “Not everything, but I remembered how I got to Kimberly’s apartment. She called me and sent me her address. She was going to call off the engagement with Marcel and wanted me to hear her reasons first.” She said. “The police checked your phone after you were arrested; they didn’t find a call or any such message,” I told her. Her gaze moved to me. “I am telling the truth.” “I believe you,” I replied, meaning every word. Getting this memory back was a miracle, and this meant there were more than two people in Kim’s apartment, as at the time of her death, the thir