Xander
A divorce? Is she seriously asking me for a divorce. What has gotten into her? I’m confused with myself, totally and utterly confused. Clearly I don’t care about Kenna, not at all. It’s always only been about her blood to save and help Violet. So, why does it bother me so much when she asked for a divorce? It’s not like I have feelings for Kenna. Or is it? No way, I dismiss the thought from my mind. Right now I have more important things to think about, like saving Violet’s life.
I rake my hands through my dark hair, something weird is going on with my gut just thinking about her asking for the divorce, it’s gnarling. Damn, it actually feels like I am in physical pain.
I sensed that there was something different about Kenna. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it. It was like things were spinning out of control. You know when you’ve been in a car accident, life just seems to spiral around you.
After three years of marriage, I thought I knew her very well. Before we got married, she was obsessive and clingy, but after we got married, she became submissive and obedient, a good wife. There was such a change in her, I have no idea why. Maybe she truly wanted to please me, or maybe it was because she wanted to show me that she is the woman for me and not Violet.
Who I know is trying it on, you’d have to be blind not to see it. But she is my dead best friend’s sister and I made a pledge to him that I must honor.
Lately, Kenna has been giving blood too often. I feel bad about it. Even I know it cannot be good for any one person to keep donating, I mean even people who donate for blood banks can only do so every eight weeks. And that is a minimum. I sigh and take a seat, I’m back in my private office in my mansion. The walls are painted a dark, vintage green. Bookcases made of rich mahogany line the walls. It feels oppressive, ordinarily I would welcome the richness of this room, but today I don’t. My mind is crammed with this whole divorce shit.
Kenna has never said no when I’ve asked her to go to the hospital. So, today I was totally confused with the way she behaved. It was out of character and threw me completely. I don’t get it, I usually pay her well to donate, even though she already has everything of mine at her disposal. I mean we are man and wife after all.
I know how important money is to her since she didn’t have a lot of it growing up. Her family was not rich. Hell, I could even pay her double. That would mean everything to ger.
Regardless of her motives, Kenna is a competent wife, but I'm annoyed that she suddenly wants a divorce. This is out of the blue. Okay, so I haven’t been the most attentive husband. I married her for one reason only, not to actually have a wife. I’m a billionaire, I was used to playing the field and not having dates and getting in with women for longer than a one-night stand. As soon as I found out that Kenna was AB negative, I knew marrying her would be the easiest way to ensure that Violet would always be safe.
I pour myself a drink of whiskey, maybe it will calm my anger down. I am not used to losing at anything and having a divorce and my wife actually calling the divorce, that is losing. Hasn’t she even considered that after her divorce she will have to survive on her own?
Get divorced first, getting Violet her blood transfusion ASAP is what matters. What Kenna did at the hospital caught me off guard. I’ve never seen her act like this before, she was always so compliant and quiet. Always trying to please me even when I was an ogre to her and ignored her.
An insignificant photo can't prove anything. Violet's health is what matters, as for the photo, I can explain it to Kenna later. Maybe she will be more reasonable, who knows. Her insisting on a divorce over some dumb photo, seriously? It’s a total misunderstanding of my relationship with Violet.
I don’t love Violet, she is an obligation to my deceased best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. What am I supposed to do to explain this to Kenna? Her anger took me by surprise.
It’s not like I haven’t made it clear enough to Kenna, that I only see Violet as my sister and even though I have no real affection towards Kenna. I am still loyal to her and I guess relatively content. I mean, I don’t want to sleep around anymore. Besides, I have an empire to run. I don’t have time for that anymore.
I could have lived like this for the rest of my life, it’s not such a bad idea. Not once in the three years we’ve been married, have I ever considered asking for a divorce. I guess if Kenna isn’t happy with my relationship with Violet, I could my distance from Violet. Would that work?
After all, there is no irrevocable deadlock in this marriage, there is no reason why it cannot carry on. I knock back my whiskey and place the glass on the glass table beside me and take my phone out to call Kenna. Damn, it’s turned off. Why can’t she just keep it on.
Next I call her bodyguard, he will know where she is. “We haven’t been able to find your wife. The surveillance was suddenly hacked ten minutes ago, and we can’t find out where she went.” They told me that they’d already searched the entire hospital and grounds but still can’t find Kenna. My heart is racing, my pulse is pounding in my ears. It’s not like Kenna to just disappear. What if someone has taken her. I have enemies. What billionaire doesn’t have some?
I thought about how she had signed the divorce agreement without hesitation, and I felt an indescribable emotion in my chest. It’s a physical pain, I raise my hand to my chest, suddenly it feels as if I can’t even breathe. What is this woman doing to me? She will be the death of me
Where could Kenna have possibly gone? The divorce settlement was tight and means that there is no money for Kenna. She has nothing, literally nothing unless she has of course saved some of her own blood donation cash.
Thinking about how she left so easily, the feeling of annoyance that had been lingering in my heart became even stronger, and it was killing me. I inhale deeply.
“Find her and bring her back to me.”
KennaI wake up and feel slightly disoriented, the walls are different, they are a pale peach instead of a dark green, where am I? Then it registers I was brought back home to my mother and stepfather’s house. I groan, it’s really the last place I want to be. I don’t want to have to deal with my mother’s speech that no doubt I will hear. My mother is always full of opinions, it sometimes seems to me that I cannot do right in her eyes. For a start she never wanted me to marry Xander. Sure, Xander Staniopolis has an empire of hotels across America, Europe and looking to expand into Asia. All luxury hotels that celebrities go to and also it is known that mafia people go there too. Probably why my mother was not best pleased when I announced I would be marrying him. Maybe my mother already knew that Xander had an agenda, she never took to him. In fact, it was my mother who said he couldn’t be trusted. Not that Xander has ever done anything for me to mistrust him. He’s never had affairs,
KennaDante is back in my life, it feels like it has been longer than the three years ordeal I have just been through. More like a lifetime. God, I’ve missed him. We were always so close during our university years, he was always my best friend and had my back. It feels surreal that he was the one to come and get me last night. After all these years, he is still there to have my back. He’s filled out to be a handsome man with his broad shoulders and I can see the tatts running up his arms to the sleeve of his T-shirt. When did he get those? They look good on him. His sandy-blonde hair hangs into his eyes and he’s giving me a weird look, like I can’t describe it. But it makes my stomach flutter. Stop, I tell myself. You are being ridiculous, you’ve just got divorced. “I'm glad you're home, Kenna. Your happiness is the most important thing to me,” the softness and tenderness in his voice makes my throat catch. How could I have stayed away from his friendship for all the years I was ma
KennaAt this banquet full of celebrities, I am getting a little tired of constantly introducing myself and talking to different people. At least Dante stands close to me. He has remained by my side and placed a hand at the small of my back sensing my mood. It feels comforting, maybe too comforting. I mean he’s my best friend and perhaps I shouldn’t like it quite as much as I do. “I just need to go and hide away for a few moment, Dante. This is too much for me.” He nods at me and removes his warm hand from the small of my back. I find a pillar to hide behind where a tall wine cart stands. Sensing eyes on me I glance up and across the room. Sure enough, Xander is giving me looks. It’s making me feel uncomfortable. I try to look away but his gaze holds mine. Something stirs inside me, quickly I look away. He has hurt me enough already. A woman’s voice comes from behind me, it gives me a shock and causes me to jump, almost spilling my champagne over my beautiful gown. "Did you come to
XanderI am uncomfortable seeing this new, changed Kenna. It feels like something has been taken from me, leaving a gaping hole. As if someone has broken my left arm off. It’s weird, how come I am only feeling this now? Seeing her like this was almost scary. She is so fierce and so strong, she takes me by surprise. And who the hell is that holding onto her arm, that makes me feel - I want to say uncomfortable but it makes me feel raging inside. Am I jealous? Seriously, me? It’s as if I’ve been hit by a truck the way these new feelings come to me from nowhere. Then I recognize the man, it’s Dante Bodega. I’ve heard about Dante Bodega, he is the nephew of Kenna’s stepfather, or something like that. He is successful and works in their wine business. I suppose I have to admit as much as I hate to, that the man is good looking in an almost boyish kind of way. His reputation proceeds him for being one of those nice guys, a man with a good business head too from what I hear. Now I’m wonde
KennaI was exhausted from all the drama when I got back from the gala, how Violet could resort to being such a a little bitch is beyond me. However, that was a few days ago and since then I have promised my mother that I will become heir to the Bogada family wine business. It’s a huge responsibility but I feel ready to take on this challenge. It fills me with excitement and purpose to finally have something to do other than a blood donor and a wife. Those shackles are now off, thank God. Originally, my stepfather, Isaac wanted to arrange for me to enter the board of management directly. I was flattered and honored but it’s not how I want to do this, I need to prove myself first and learn the business. Otherwise how else can I really fulfill such a role? It’s not just that but I have to win the trust of the other members of the team at top level and beneath me. I can’t just go straight onto the board, how will it look? I’ll only make enemies, you know how jealous people can be. For
XanderIt’s been two days since the gala and the embarrassing images on the big screen for all to see. What surprised me the most was how Kenna reacted when I asked her if she was working so hard because of Dante. She didn’t answer me, instead she turned her back on me. And he gave me a dirty look. The asshole. Nobody turns their back on me, but Kenna doing that made me question myself. Why the hell do I feel so confused about her, about everything? I can’t place why my emotions are all over the place. One minute she is the doting wife wanting to do anything for me and to please me, almost groveling and the next she acts like I never existed.My stomach clenches and ties itself in knots. I’ve never had such conflicting emotions before. Maybe I should have been nicer to her when we were married. No, we had an agreement and a pact. My money for her blood. It was a simple trade off so why did she then decide she didn’t want to do it anymore?I get she was upset with all the times Violet
KennaIt’s hard work running through all these reports, Isaac hasn’t made it easy for me. And why I now wonder did I even decide I wanted to start at managerial level instead of going straight in at the executive level is beyond me, with all this work I have to do.“You working late again?” Crystal asks me, she is one of my team and is responsible for the southern states vineyards, she is a key account manager. And so far, she is the one that is the friendliest with me. I like her, maybe I ought to ask her to go for a girl’s night out sometime. It’s not like I’ve ever been on one of those since I left college. No, instead I got into a contract with Xander and what for? To be pricked all over the place giving my precious, rare blood to that conniving bitch, Violet. I hope she rots in hell for what she did at the gala a few weeks ago.Still, at least I managed to get my own back by having the entire scene on video. Thanks to Dante, he always, always has my back. He is the best friend I
XanderShe doesn’t look in the slightest bit intimidated, it still shocks me that she has a completely different demeanor to the last three years. Where has she all of a sudden got this confidence from? It unnerves me some. And I don’t exactly know how to handle her right now.Her green eyes are like slits as she narrows them taking me in. “What the hell do you think you are doing coming to my office?” Her voice is seething with anger. “And how did you get in? This is a security building, nobody can come in unless they have a badge or are invited by an employee.”I glare back at her, I’m not trying to intimidate her, I know I can be a cruel sonofabitch but I just need her to know that it’s not acceptable the picture that is on my mobile right now. “Easy, some woman let me in when she was on her way out.”Seeing her frown makes me realize she wasn’t expecting that. “That must have been my assistant, what did you say for her to let you in, Xander? Tell me now. She knows the rules, nobody