Imela's POV“Imela!” Ingrid waved at me as Ocean, and I got out of the aeroplane, with Monique behind us.I saw her standing next to the already-waiting Ford, and I smiled and waved back.We climbed down, and she stepped up to meet us. “When Oliver told me you were coming, I didn’t believe it,” she said, smiling happily as we hugged.I had been sceptical about leaving, but Oliver wanted me present. He told me we had come a long way, and I owed it to Ingrid to be present. He was right; I needed to be here to celebrate, and being here, far away from the States, would also take my mind away from everything happening there. It has been a rough couple of months, and hopefully, I will be able to find stability when I return. Oliver was typically extremely clingy and would complain if we were separated for hours, so I was taken aback that he did not accompany me. Nevertheless, he was willing to let me leave for an extended period of time. I was impressed and a little sceptical. A part of me
“I mean, I am only your husband; I don’t mean any more to you.” Oliver moaned over the phone, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at his dramatic tone. Being dramatic came as quickly as breathing for him, especially when I had slacked on my promises. Oliver Plane would capitalise on it and drag it out for as long as possible.I had borrowed Ingrid's phone and used it to call Oliver after I realised I hadn’t called like I promised I would. He had been grumpy since he picked up the call, and I have lost count of the number of times I have apologised.“I already said I am sorry; what else do you want me to say?” I asked, pressing my head against the wall while I watched the to-be couple sway lovingly to the live band's music.“Nothing,” he answered, grumbling a few things I couldn't make out.“Then quit being dramatic; I already miss you enough.”“I miss you too.” He said.“How’s work going for you?”“Great, almost done for the day and about to head home.” He replied, and I heard the noi
The wedding was a success and one of the loveliest ceremonies I have ever been to, and I was glad to have been a part of it. We had planned to be each other's chief bride's maid, so this wasn't up for questioning. I told her I was available if she wanted me, and she told me she wasn't changing her mind about her first decision. It was settled. Ingrid looked the most elegant in her ball wedding dress and veil. Her hair, unlike at the party last night, was in a braided form and held to the back with a pin. "This is happening." She said as her car came to a stop right before the chapel. I nodded and took her hand into mine; she turned her attention to me. "This is happening; today, you will become a wife to Fermín Martínez, the man you love-the man that loves you." Her eyes blurred. "It feels like a dream." She admitted. "It is as real as it is ever going to get." I reached out with the hankey and wiped her tears off. She got down, and Pedro was already standing with his elbow exten
Oliver’s POV Everything was in place, and according to the plans I already had set out with the McCann brothers, I was to meet up with them at the airport. They had learned that Ela and Ocean had left the country a day ago and felt suspicious, asking if I was up to something. I assured them I wasn't, and to be sure, they asked me to meet them at the airport where they would land. I knew if I refused, they would undoubtedly know something was up and go through an escape route. I couldn’t afford their escape, so I promised to be at the airport upon their arrival. They had made Ela cry, and I intended to bury them because of it. This was a way to assure them I was on good terms with them. The time would be seven a.m., and it would be a one-hour meeting, which would give the squad time to round up the operation. I was on the front line and would take every instruction from the squad. Since the McCann brothers have been a menace and the Delta Force has been on their tail for years, this c
Imela's POVWith Fermín off to his honeymoon with Ingrid, the running of the Garcia Group was in the hands of Carmelle Ortega. He had reported back to the state a month prior, stating his decision on everything. She would oversee the running and reporting until his return. The middle-aged woman has been competent in her work, so it was expected she would deliver.I had promised Marcel that I would visit here before leaving, and that was what I planned for. Monique stayed with Ocean, and she would prepare him for our departure.I arrived at the Garcia Group firm in Madrid, and I stood to stare up at the building. It brought back memories, some of which were of visiting and following Marcel’s instructions. It had taken a few minutes for my gaped mouth to close back then as I told myself that my father owned this massive firm when I first saw it. It’s been two years since I last walked this path. How quickly time flies!I walked into the building and started my tour from the first floor
Oliver's POVI stood, unable to contain my excitement as Ela and Ocean made their way out of the aeroplane that landed not long ago. My heart skipped with every step they took down the plane’s staircase.Ocean saw me and waved, while Ela smiled charmingly at me as they got closer, and I walked to meet them halfway. I picked Ocean up and into my arms, and I kissed Ela’s lips, grateful that I was able to see them once again. I will always cherish this feeling.“Welcome home, my love.” I placed my head against hers as we pulled away.She reached out and stroked my face tenderly. “Thank you, babe. I missed you.”I couldn’t help the smirk that curled at the side of my face as I stepped back. “You can show me just how much when we get home.”She bit her red bottom lip and said, “Deal.”We drove home, and Ocean strapped between us was the only reason my hands were not all over Ela like I wanted. She knew this, too.It was just three days, and it felt so much longer. Luckily, the drive home w
I held Ela close as she slept beside me. I didn't sleep, but it was nice to hold on to her while she did. She snored a little, making my stomach flutter at the sound. This was one of the many things I didn’t think I would get to experience a few days ago. Others included her amazing voice and smile, her laugh, her iconic eye roll, and how her mouth twitched when fascinated. I got the chance to hold her once again, and this was a gift in itself.I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, releasing a contented sigh. She'd never know just how lucky I considered myself to have this privilege.The terrible chapter was now behind us, and together, we would look forward to a better future.“You are not asleep,” Imela grumbled, and her hand rubbed over my bare thigh and then further back to cup my butt.“I know, I don’t feel sleepy,” I replied, and she wiggled around in my arms and turned around so her eyes locked in mine.“You are alright, right?” she asked in concern.A frown hovered over my smil
Imela's POV"I love you; you know that, right?" Oliver asked over the phone."I don't think I will ever forget the way you always remind me," I answered with a small smile.I told Oliver I would have dinner tonight with Marcel and Kimberly, his girlfriend, whom I had yet to meet, meaning he and Ocean would have to have dinner without me. The last time I visited was three weeks ago, a week before my trip to Madrid, and since I got back, I've been too busy with work, only keeping in touch through calls. When Marcel called to invite me to tonight's dinner, I couldn't refuse. I reminded Oliver over the phone that I wouldn't go home from work and instead would go over to Marcel's once I closed from work, and he began acting as though I told him I was going away for good.He had gone back to his clingy ways after I returned from Madrid; he calls at least twice when I'm at work and would always wants us to snuggle when we are at home. He said it was his way of cherishing every moment while k
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