Alora’s POV
Today had already started on a bad note when I accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee on myself. Honestly, I really thought that was going to be the worst of it until I pushed open the double doors that served as the entrance to my house. “What the….” The rest of the words died on my lips as I froze in my tracks. My mind raced in confusion as I stared at the scene in front of me with wide eyes. What the hell was going on? And as if to answer my question, ”Bang!” a loud noise reverberated from the corner of the living room. I shook in fear, my heart jumping to my throat as the sound took me off guard. I flinched a bit, before turning to the direction from which the sound had come to check what was happening. Perhaps, if I had known what was waiting for me, I wouldn't have even turned. A gasp escaped my lips as my gaze fell on a tall muscular man walking out of one of the rooms holding one of my many plaques. He raised it high and before I could even stop him, he hurled it to the floor. I had no idea which was more scary, his physique, or the fact that he had just slammed one of my favorite awards to the ground. Even as the award shattered into pieces on the ground, I couldn't bring myself to yell. Without sparing a glance in my direction, he made his way further into the living room. The said living room was a mess. If I hadn't spotted a portrait I had hung up on the wall a couple of days ago, I would have clearly told myself that I had walked into the wrong house. More and more men trooped in, and from their organized movements, I was sure they had the same goal; to trash my entire house. My heart dropped to my feet as they continued destroying everything they laid their hands on. A sharp pain pierced through my chest, causing me to lean on the door for support. With everything going on, I had no idea what to do. Was this why Mr Forson, our family butler, had called earlier on? Was I the only one he'd called? Why didn't he call Elia, my husband? Where is Eliaz exactly when all of this was happening? The more I asked myself questions in my head, the more they went on with their mission, ruining every bit of me that was associated with what was happening. Where was Mr Forson? Where was Eliaz? “Stop this!” I finally summoned courage and forced the words out of my throat, causing them to halt and turn to look at me. Taking it as an opportunity, “Who the hell are you? And what do you think you're doing?” I yelled. The men stared at me, all four of them and I couldn't help but feel intimidated. Their eyes held nothing but anger, and the more they stared at me, the more I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. They didn't utter a word but rather one of them grabbed a huge vase from the corner. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened when I realized which vase it was and just what he was about to do. “Don’t you dare!!” I warned, rushing towards him to snatch it from his hands. The vase was one of my favorite gifts from my husband a couple of months back and I would die if anything happened to it. “Don't you dare…” The rest of my words dried on my tongue as one of the burly men pushed me. I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting, but the searing pain that spread through my palms wasn't a part of them. I pressed my eyes shut in a feeble attempt to stop the tears from falling. Intense jolts of pain spread through my hands, and the moment the all too familiar metallic smell of blood reached my nostrils, I fought the urge to puke. As slowly as I could, I opened my eyes. I was sprawled on the floor, but the first thing I saw was an unhealthy amount of blood gushing out of my hands and spilling onto the floor. The sight alone caused my stomach to churn, and I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. My mind whirled with a million and one things all at once, but before they could cloud me, someone's voice reverberated in the room. “What the hell is going on?!” He thundered, causing something to flicker through my eyes. It was hope, and I felt it swell as the footsteps drew closer. “What's all the fuss about?!” I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding when he finally came into view. It was Eliaz, my husband and if the angry frown he wore on his lips meant anything, I could easily deduce it to be the fact that all the men in here were in a lot of trouble. “Eliaz.” My voice held a tint of frustration and happiness as I rushed towards him. Broken pieces on the ground cut inside my foot and on my legs, but I shook them off. Once I got to Eliaz, everything would be fine. I was sure of it. “What's going on?” I asked the moment I got to him. I needed to know why he was here doing nothing when these people were creating a mess in our home. Ignoring my blood-stained hands, I grabbed onto his hand, eager for even the tiniest bit of comfort from him. “Who are all these men and what are they doing? Is this some sort of renovation? You didn't tell me you were renovating our…..” “Our?” He snapped, cutting me off. I froze at the cold tone his voice had embodied. I caught a glimpse of his face, and I felt my heart drop to my feet. “This isn't our house anymore, Alora. There was never our.” “Eliaz…” I called out, shocked by his words. How could he allow such a thing to come out of his mouth? How can he tell me there has never been “our” when we have been a couple for five good years. “Your father, Mr Edwin, is dead. So is this marriage!.” He grumbled. His words drove a deep stake Into my heart. I was just coming back from the cemetery and he didn't need to remind me that one of my biggest support systems was no longer in the world. He didn't need to remind of the fact that I was all on my own during the funeral. Because neither him not my stepsister, whom my dad would have sacrificed anything for; wasn’t present at his funeral. “What?” “ Don't be surprised, Alora.” He said, my name rolling off his tongue like bile. “What did you think, that I loved you? I would rather die a million times than dedicate my life to being with you.” “No.” I shook my head, not wanting to believe it. Tears stung the back of my eyes, but I didn't care. “You can't, you don't mean that right? Why are you acting this way? Did I do something wrong?” “I never loved you, Alora. I only married you because your father forced me to. And now that he is no more, there's no need for me to keep pretending. A chilling cold ran down my spine and I shuddered. My head felt light and when I said I felt my heart rip into two, I wasn't exaggerating. My chest tightened, and I was this close to passing out. “Eliaz, what are you saying?….” I asked, my voice shaking, even though I heard him loud and clear. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more worse, mother nature dealt me another blow. “Eliaz baby. Is everything okay?” Someone cooed from behind causing me to dart at where the voice came from. It was already shocking to hear Cynthia's voice behind Eliaz. What I didn't expect to see at all, was the state she was in as she walked deeper into the living room. “What's going on?” Cynthia cooed, before placing a quick kiss on Eliaz’s cheek,one which he reciprocated almost instantly. “You know all this noise isn't good for our baby.” “Cynthia?” my head titled in confusion as I called her name. “What the hell are you doing here and what do you mean by our baby?” Wasn't she the same person who had told me that she wouldn't make it father’s funeral? What the hell was she doing here? And what she mean by “our baby?” My gaze moved from Eliaz to Cynthia, staring intently at them as I waited for them to explain what was going on. Clearing his throat, “Allow me to introduce… the love of my life and the mother of my child….” Eliaz said as he intertwined his arms with Cynthia’s.Alora's POV I think I must have passed out and regained consciousness all at once within the past few minutes. Because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to move, or comprehend everything that was happening. Eliaz claims he never loved me and my stepsister Cynthia was pregnant and carrying his child. When did it all come to this? Where had I been when all of this was happening? My stomach churned and I held myself from crumbling to the floor. Honestly, this time, I wasn't even scared of falling and hurting myself. If I was to be asked on a deeper level, I would say I very much preferred that level of pain, because nothing could compare to what I'd just heard. I pulled my gaze back to the duo, hoping that somewhere in between my self-struggle, things would have gone back to normal. I was mourning my father, perhaps this was one of the many unnoticed symptoms of grief. I just had to be at the highest level to be passing through all of this right? A sma
Alora's POV The entire room settled into another round of silence. Unlike the previous time, I actually seemed to have the upper hand here, and I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about it. For the first couple of minutes, I was led to think that, somehow, the world had actually frozen over. Eliaz and Cynthia stood rooted to their spots, none of them moving. I stared at Eliaz and the only thing his handsome face betrayed was an unhealthy amount of shock. His eyebrows were knit together and his lips parted in a semi-circle, yet no words slid past. Cynthia on the other hand, had her eyes trained on me, or more specifically, my belly. Whether she was just so shocked she had to confirm I was telling the truth, or she thought I was trying to pull her legs and she was trying to find some kind of loophole that would contradict my story, I wasn't exactly sure. If there was one thing I could bet my life on though, she hadn't seen the news coming. At all. “What?” Eliaz finally mustered up t
Alora's POV A small groan slid past my lips as I stirred awake. I had my eyes pressed close, but it did nothing to numb the pain that spread through my body. My groans intensified as the pain shot up my spine, before traveling to every other part of my body. As gently as I could, I turned to my side, but it did nothing to help. If anything, if worsened the pain by a ten time margin. My insides twisted and burned, and for a moment, I briefly wondered why I had regained consciousness. I was better off dead than feeling the way I felt. Nothing could compare to this, I was sure. I had barely come to that conclusion when a thought popped up in my mind. The mere thought of it was gruesome to the extent that I had goosebumps just thinking about it. “What did you think?” The words echoed loudly in my head. “Juice, you should take some more juice.”’No. I shook my head. I didn't want to believe that all of that had happened. There was just no way……“Ma'am.” Someone's hand pressed aga
005 Alora's POV The drive home was silent. Even inside the car, all that could be heard was the soft whir of the engine revving and signaling that everything was in good condition. Well, everything except my mind that is. My mind was a mess, and a million and one thoughts ran past, all at once. Sometimes, I used to wonder how human beings developed mental issues and went crazy right off the bat or when you least expected it. Now, I understood it clearly, and if I didn't get a hold of myself as soon as possible, I could be very well on my way to craze town. I sighed, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. My thoughts were all over the place, and no matter how many breathing exercises I tried and how hard I tried to push away the many thoughts roaming my mind, they came back. Every single time. I didn't mean to remember the events that led up to this moment, but the second I pressed my eyes shut, they came rushing at me. I knew the world was cruel, and most times bad things
006Fredrick's POV I had messed up, and all the confirmation I needed was right in front of me. If the anger in Alora's eyes could easily be translated into anything, it meant I was in trouble. When I had driven back to the city, I already had a plan, and believe me when I said Alora was no part of it. All I wanted to do was go in for my monthly checkup before heading out and putting things in order for the next step. If I had known that the footsteps and mumblings I'd heard from the rooftop belonged to Alora, then the tendency to have walked away would have been higher. “Fredrick.” She snapped, pulling me back to the present. Her eyes were still trained on me, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. “I believe I asked you a question.”There was more anger than hurt in her voice and I understood perfectly well. Just when things were going on well between us, I disappeared. “Alora, I….” She cut me off immediately. “The truth. Now.”“Fine.” I huffed. I ran my hand through my hair a
Five Years Later Alora's POV If there was anything I'd missed from my time away from New York, it just had to be the dazzling lights that lit up the streets at night. With the strips of red, blue and green neon lights flashing around, you could easily start a dance floor right in the middle of the street. All you needed to compliment it was some music. “Are you okay, Alora?” Someone's voice by my side was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I turned to my side, just to see a familiar face staring at me, a small smile on his face. “You look deep in thought.”“I'm fine, Fredrick.” I nodded once. “I was only reminiscing.” While the nostalgia that came with being back in town again were nothing short of bitter sweet, I knew there was some part of this town that had the power to turn my mood from a huvdred to zero in a matter of seconds. Not memories exactly, but more specifically; people. “The good old days?” Fredrick chipped in. “Darling.” I purred. “The best is
008Alora's POV I never believed the saying revenge was a dish best served cold , until now, and I didn't regret it. Not one bit. Before this moment, I always replayed it, over and over in my head, just how Cynthia and Eliaz were going to react when they eventually saw me again. I had made a habit of imagining the shock on their faces, but nothing could compare to this moment. Absolutely nothing. If it wasn't so dark, I would have taken a picture, just for reference. A couple of minutes had passed and the crowd was still in shock, which was exactly what I wanted. Slowly, like the veil had been lifted from their eyes, lone claps started resonating from different parts of the hall. The applause started out weak and scanty, but in a matter of seconds, it spread all round. With each high octane the claps reached, I couldn't help but feel all the more proud of myself. This was just one of many victories. “Let's welcome miss Alora to the stage please.” I took that as my sign to
Eliaz's POV Life could be a bitch, but I never really understood that concept until now. Or more specifically, a couple of minutes ago. Growing up, I'd always heard stories or people say you had to be careful of how you treated other people. As usual, I saw it as total bullshit, but now, I wasn't so sure anymore. My agenda for tonight had been very simple; come to the auction, bid the highest and win the contract for the company. I'd been looking forward to this all year, and I had made plans, set certain things place just so I could get it, and just while I was on the verge of success, the unexpected happened. Alora. If someone has walked up to me and told her that I was going to bump into her again, I would have laughed my head off. Or more specifically, I would have perceived them as a beggar and handed them a couple of dollars for the night. Alora was dead, so how the fuck was she able to not only show up here, but win the contract too? “Eliaz.” Cynthia's angry grunt c
163 Alora's POV I had a fifty fifty stand when it came to miracles, but right now, a miracle didn't sound like a bad idea. In fact, I needed it now more than ever in my entire life.My heart hammered in my chest, as I sat rooted to my seat. Time seemed to slow to a halt, and for a moment, I found it hard to breathe. No matter how hard I tried to push out air from my nostrils, it just didn't work. In fact, the more I tried, the more I sounded like a suffocating animal. Please help me God. Neither Henry nor his minions had reacted since I spoke, and I honestly didn't know what i thought about it. I tried to think of a reason why they were yet to say anything. Was it shock? Or perhaps they hadn't even heard me and I was only panicking. That was also a possibility, right? The bar was rowdy, with the dim light bathing and giving the place little to no light. In fact, the entire interior was a sharp contrast to the bright lights that ruined the sky and the outside as a whole. Bass
162Alora's POV Life had a funny but effective way of forcing one to be humble. With everything I'd been through in this city, I honestly thought things couldn't get worse, but I guess it was my fault in the end. I should have trained myself to always expect the worst, because it always happened, it was only a matter of time, and this time, fate had reared it's ugly head again. But only, it picked the wrong time to show it's face. A tired sigh slid past my lips as I stared ahead. I'd been in this spot for over an hour now, and I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't tired. My bones ached and I felt restless, but for some strange reason, it had nothing to do with the what I was about to do. Instead, it had everything to do with what would happened if I failed. I gulped, and my mind took that as an Invitation to recall what had happened in the last couple of days. If there was a word that could be used to describe my mood all through, then it definitely had to be shock. Sh
161Alora's POV I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I just knew I had to. Those were the words I chanted to myself as I walked into the office a couple of days later. Yesterday had made it aa week since Fredrick was arrested, a week since I'd last seen my husband, and completely seven days without being granted to see him . I'd tried my level best to go around it,o searched high and low for a loop hole that would grant me at least five minutes with him, but no matter how hard I tried, it seemrd kike luck wasn't on my side at all. Luck and the police station too. On the fifth day, I easily discovered something, the police station was being uncharacteristically stubborn and adamant, and the only thing or reason that could give them that sort of audacity, was one simple fact.They were being backed up by an even powerful force and forced to do their binding. I wouldn't even be surprised that the Saudi powerful force, was nothing less than a human being, an influential one
160Alora's POV I couldn't believe my ears, at all. I'd heard of moments when one would be so shocked, that one would be forced to think that time had somehow rolled to a halt. I'd experienced my fair share of that moment, but I never thought another occurrence could top the charts of the most shocking one. If anything, what had just happened now was something I wouldn't be forgetting in a long time, even if I died, or went into a coma. “You’re alone now, Alora.” his words echoed painfully in my ears. “Abandon Fredrick, sign over your shares to me, and we could go back to being a couple”. The words seemed to be on loop, and the more I tried to get his voice out of my head, the more they settled into my mind. As they did that, I struggled to find the motivation behind it all. Was he really that audacious for him to think that I was going to agree to his terms? Or perhaps he was delusional and was only playing a prank on me. I raised my gaze to meet his face. My eyes scanned the
159Alora's POV I was conscious, but for the life of me, I didn't even want to open my eyes. Call it embarrassment, or probably depression, I didn't care. All I knew was that I didn't want to feel like this, at all. I couldn't even remember the last time I felt this way. I'd been through hell and back, literally, from the contract being ripped from me the first time, to bring framed for something I had no idea about, to you g to jail, to dealing with Ethan and a whole lot of other troubles I didn't wabt to remember, I wasn't sure I felt the way I was feeling now, and i hated it. I let out a deep breath, before finally forcing my eyes open, and the all too familiar sight of my ceiling greeted me. I knew I should be happy, or at least feel a tiny bit of comfort, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't summon it. All that ran through my mind, were the events that led to this moment. It wasn't a lot, but it was still embarrassing. I'd passed out in the Inspector's office a
158Fredrick’s POV A small groan slid past my lips as I slowly peeled my eyes open. A dull throb spread through the back of my head, and all around me, but I didn't let it get to me. My body ached, and I felt like I was going to pass out again. My lungs burned, and even the side of my torso too. I had no idea why it hurt, but for the life of me, I couldn't even bring myself to check. More groans slid past my lips as I forced myself into a sitting position. My back came in contact with the wall behind me, and I regretted it immediately. Something slimy seeped into my clothes, and I jerked forward immediately. Even that wasn't a good choice, because the moment my hands came in contact with the floor, a burning sensation raced up my body. I scrambled to my feet, and my legs ached. I tried to walk to the other side of the room, but I just couldn't. With all the strength I could mutter, I found myself limping to a part of the tiny room I felt was clean enough. Once there, I pressed
157Alora's POV I paced around the room, my footsteps slapping loudly against the clear tiles. I hadn't expected the sound from beneath my shoes to be so loud, but in my defense, I also hadn't expected to end up here of all places too. What the hell was wrong with my life? Why was there always some evil plan lurking around in the background and waiting for the right time to rear it's ugly head? I pinched the bridge of my nose as I continued my pacing. While I did that, I didn't miss the angry glares that the other people in the room threw my way. Did I care? Not in the slightest. It was selfish of me, but if nothing was going well for me, then I honestly didn't mind ruining a couple of other people's day too. I shook my head slowly. For the past hour now, I struggled to comprehend what the hell had just happened. One minute, things were going relatively fine, if you excluded the missing funds, and the next, Fredrick was being arrested. Fucking arrested. My mind darted back t
156Alora's POV An additional week had passed since we started the real estate contract in earnest, and I knew I should be glad that things were beginning to shape up, but I just couldn't shake off the unease that lodged itself in my chest every now and then. It didn't always come when I was distracted, I only seemed to feel that way anytime I set my eyes on our two new employees, Marcus and Phineas. They'd been eagerly at work, making choices and decisions that were sometimes out of my reach, but there wasn't a lot I could say. I didn't agree with half of their thought process, but Fredrick was always ever ready to back them up. “This is the new innovation I was talking about.” He'd said. “let's just let them do their thing, I'm sure it'll come out great.” I had so many questions, but for the sake of global prace, I'd decided to shelf them, until today that is. I'd arrived at the office like any pretty normal day. Once in a while, Fredrick and I often did routine checks, to
155Alora's POV It'd been a week since we started the real estate contract in earnest, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't proud of myself. It was stressful and overwhelming, and in the past week, I could swear I'd lost count of how many times I wanted to give up. From the preparations, down to going to the site and managing the workers, everything was a lot. I'd cried to Fredrick more times than I wanted to, and at a point, i honestly deliberated giving it all up. “Do we really have to do this?” I'd said to Fredrick a couple of days back. “Is it really too late now?” “Yes.” Fredrick had let out admit a series of chuckles. “We can do this Alora. We fought so hard for this, from the very beginning too. We can't give up now. You're saying all of this because you're stressed. I'm sure once your vision starts coming to light, you'll forget all about it.” To further support his reassurance, Fredrick had taken me out to dinner. He insisted it wasn't a date, but just an avenue