There was someone in Ela's life that made her happy, and it wasn't me. That felt wrong.Panic flickered in her eyes as I asked that question, and she shook her head.I frowned at her, not appreciating her lying tactics, especially when she was a terrible liar. "What do you know, Cecil?"She shook her head. "I am sorry. I disagreed with her about it, so I decided to stay out of it."I stepped over to her and took her by the wrist, making her look into my eyes in panic. "Stay out of what? Do you know where Ela is?" I demanded.She nodded weakly. "I didn't think she would. It was foolish even to think." She rambled on, but I wasn't interested in anything else she had to say."Where is she? Speak goddamn it!" I snapped, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her violently.She looked terrified, and I didn't know if it was of me or of the truth she knew."She is with your brother." She answered and covered her mouth in remorse.At her words, I felt as if a dagger had pierced my heart, a
NOW I forgot to breathe for a second, and my brain assessed everything to tell me what it all meant. I turned around and saw Ela had already picked him up in her hands, and all the emotions of compassion and love flooded her face. He was her son. Ela was the mother of this beautiful boy. She didn’t say anything about having a child. I thought, then realised it wasn’t my business. She didn’t owe me the details of her personal life or affairs. She came for business, and she has remained in that position since then, despite my persuasions. Watching them share a wholesome moment was priceless, but my heart burned, realising what this meant. My eyes blurred up, knowing that if everything had gone according to my plans, he would have been ours. I blinked back the tears and cleared my choked-up throat. “He’s yours.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact. He looked so much like her. They had the same eyes, the same nose, and the same smile. This was what I thought our baby wo
Despite the economic situation, the Plane Enterprise anniversary night was still a grand one, with guests coming from all over the country to celebrate the day. It was the fiftieth anniversary, the golden jubilee, and everyone knew what that meant. Ivory wanted to make a statement, and since taking over the supervision of the day, she has kept to her word. This was it and more; no detail was left untouched. From the venue chosen to the decoration of the arena and the bands to play, it all screamed perfection. It also screamed money; we didn’t have the luxury to spend in excess, but I didn’t want to dabble into that now. Ivory would only assume I was overreacting and tell him Ela was on the path to returning Air Plane Enterprise to its formal glory. This, she also said, would help restore the image of the company in the eyes of partners and competitors. How she ran the company along with Robert and didn’t run it into the ground was still a mystery to me. We will be in the news for week
It couldn't be real, though. Ela had been here for over a month, and she'd been in and out of the Planes company for more than three weeks. She never mentioned a boyfriend in those weeks. She also didn't speak about her son, although she had one. Perhaps she wanted to keep her personal life private. My eyes lingered on Ela's mystery man, who oozed confidence and maturity from far away. It was hard to dismiss his presence with how he carried himself; he also looked at her with the utmost adoration, as if she were the only person in the room-as if she could do no wrong. Ela had that effect on people because I once had that look, and it was the look of love. He loved her, and she was happy with him. The picture was so perfect it hurt. They didn't know most people here, yet they were content in each other's company; it didn't bother them. "Are you okay?" Vivian asked from beside me, and my gaze broke from them to him. I nodded, but he knew better because he rolled his eyes. "I didn
With a longing look, Cecil watched as Gwyneth McGee walked away from us, but the older woman seemed so offended at the rude interruption that Cecil couldn’t call to her.Ela whispered something into her partner’s ear, and he chuckled richly and shook his head in response. Cecil didn’t like that because her teeth gritted, and she turned her attention to Ela and the man Gwyneth had just called Mr. Martinez, but before she could speak, I did.“Ms. Garcia, it’s so nice to have you here. I am glad you honoured the invitation,” I said, holding a smile on my face in hopes of diffusing the tension that had already built.I'd never seen Cecil so frustrated since we got together, and it was best to make sure things didn't escalate.“The pleasure is mine. This is a lovely event,” she answered.It wasn’t even in the top ten among the lovely events I have attended, but I didn’t say anything to counter. “Oh, you’re so nice,” I said instead.“Oliver, please meet Fermín Martinez, my boyfriend.” She i
Third POVSeth didn’t want to be here; it was too crowded, and he felt eyes on him as he made his way around. Because his overdose made the news and got people talking, many knew about his addiction. Although he checked into rehab to get himself clean, he didn’t do it for anyone, not even his parents.It was for Jesse, his nephew.When Nina visited him at the hospital, she had brought her son along. He saw how brightly the little angel smiled at him, and he wanted to be a better uncle to him.He checked into rehab the following week and has kept an image of Jesse in his mind ever since.He came here today because Oliver invited him, and he also told him something noteworthy. Imela had a son, and Oliver believed it was his. It didn’t make much sense when Oliver said it to him, but after he left, Seth thought about it.Oliver thought Imela’s son was his because of the lie they told four years ago against Imela. It was a lie, and if it was a lie, it meant Imela’s son was Oliver's, and he
Imela's presence at the anniversary party sparked a fascinating conversation online and on the news during the weekend. It was her first official outing in the States, and they were honoured to be the first to have her. This generated more positive marks for the Plane Enterprise than they had seen. The Garcia Group was a force to be reckoned with, and seeing the CEO at their fiftieth-anniversary party moved them into a positive light. It meant that their days of struggle would soon be behind them. Ultimately, the night that had started rough had become a breakthrough. The last thing Oliver expected to receive this Monday was a phone call from Ivory at the hospital. Seth had attempted suicide and was in terrible condition at the hospital. He had to abandon everything he was doing at the office and hurried over to the hospital, where he found Ivory already there with Robert, looking miserable. He spotted Nina in the corner with her head bowed. "What happened?" He asked, stopping be
Oliver's POV Receiving news of Seth's awakening was an answer to prayer. I couldn’t believe when I last prayed, but for his sake, I did. Just like a week ago, when I heard the news of his attempted suicide, I cancelled the rest of my appointment for the day and drove straight to the hospital. I met with the doctors, who told me they had transferred Seth to another unit after his awakening and led me over to see him. I pushed open the door to his room, and I saw Ivory still seated beside him, holding onto his hand. She hadn't left his side in the past week. Robb couldn’t return to his role at the company, as he spent his time here beside his wife and others, going around to get food and whatever else she needed. If she had left his side, it wasn’t up to an hour. Ivory believed this was her punishment for being a horrible person, and yesterday, I found her with her eyes closed, mumbling something under her breath. She was praying. She might have realised the error of her ways and how
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