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
"What are you doing?" Oliver questioned me as he emerged from the bathroom and found me using my laptop. "A little research," I responded, avoiding eye contact as I anticipated his reaction. He walked towards the bed and sat when he got close, pulling the sheet over his legs. "What happened to your strict no laptop in the bedroom rule?" He was reminding me of the rule that I had proposed two months ago to stop him from bringing work home. That rule was necessary. Knowing Oliver, he'd bring work home every chance he got, and I wanted to stop that for both of us. He ran Plane Enterprise and White Estate and always had an excuse for not finishing his reports in the office. I ran the Garcia group in the state, Stop, and supervised the firm in Madrid. I created an effective timetable that has helped me efficiently manage all of them accurately. If I could do it, he could do it too. I didn't answer and instead kept my eyes fixed on the last paragraph of the article I was reading. "I did
I walked up to the attendant, asking him to take me to the reserved part of the lounge; this was where Nina, Hailey, Grace, and I were supposed to meet for a fun date.It was Saturday, and Oliver wanted it to be a lazy day for us. When I told him I had a date, he asked to tag along. I shook my head and told him it was a girls-only date. He didn’t like that very much and asked me what he was to do in my absence. I didn’t expect that question, so I had no answer. He asked when I would return, and I told him I had no clue. I knew he wanted to say a lot, but he kept his mouth shut and instead told me to have fun. I kissed him and told him I would.I met Hailey Cruise through Nina because she was her high school friend turned long-time friend. She was the last and only girl in her family, so she received the princess treatment. She was a writer with a few notable books to her name. While people saw her as a successful author, Hailey said she saw herself as a regular woman with a love for h
An alarm went off in my head at the sight as they took their seats not so far from us. The attendant came and took their order, and the man gave his order, and she did the same.Yes, I had reasons to be wary of her. She awakened something in me the last time we met, and my research into her only proved my point even more, but Marcel was happy with her, happier than he had been in a while, which left me torn.I reached out to Marcel, as discussed with Oliver, and I wanted to share what I found out about Kim. He also had news he wanted to share, and it was about his proposal to Kim. He had proposed to her the day after dinner, insisting there was no better time. When he asked what I wanted to say, I couldn't speak, and instead, I congratulated him and ended the call. I didn't think there was anything I would say that would change his mind about Kim; he seemed too far gone.“What about you, Imela? Forbes named you the showstopper of the year with your impressive and roof-shattering recor
Oliver’s POV“You do not have to check up on me every day, Oliver; I am fine.” Vivian groaned as he stepped into his office and saw me seated.After over three months of being absent from his company because of Julie’s death, he returned three weeks ago to carry on where he left off. Though the company kept running while he was away, there were a few lapses that only he could correct. Since his return, he has been fully committed, staying for at least twelve hours every day. I visited every chance I got, and it was my way of reminding him I was here if he needed anything. He had been present during my time with the McCann brothers despite his own troubles, and that was the mark of a true friend.He stood at the door and didn’t step further in. “Are you going to remain at the door?” I asked, frowning. “Also, I don't visit you every day; I do every three days. Besides, I didn’t come to check up on you; I came to see my best friend and catch up.”His eyes narrowed suspiciously at me, but
“Are you sure we should be there?” I asked as Ela helped me knot my tie.She glanced up at me with a furrowed gaze. “Is that even a question? Tonight is my father’s sixty-first birthday, and I am his daughter. Would you miss your father’s birthday just because there is bad blood between you and his fiancée?” she demanded.Honestly, I would.Robb and I shared a very close bond, and I couldn’t have wished for a different father, but I would decline an invitation to his birthday if it would help me preserve peace. Ela and I were two people who did things differently. Marcel was not only her father; he was her only parent, and she couldn’t sit it out. Besides that, it would also mean denying Ocean the chance of going and wishing him a happy birthday.I pressed my lips together and said, “I am just being worried.”She told me over two weeks ago that her talk with Marcel didn’t go as planned. He told her he had proposed to Kimberly, and Ela couldn't tell him what she wanted.When Ela raised
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