Mabel's POV With my phone gone, there was nothing to do and because I wasn't used to staying idle, the boredom was killing me!I rearranged what I had turned upside down earlier while looking for my phone, it was a little too much because the entire closet was emptied. Nora had offered to do it, but I refused; I needed to do something, anything to kill the boredom.When I heard that the driver had returned, I couldn't contain my excitement, I literally slid down the railing like a kid rushing to get candy only to meet an empty feedback.Dejected, I returned to my room and lay on the bed, facing the ceiling with my mind going wild.My mind suddenly drifted to Olivia. The card!I sprang to my feet and rushed out of the room, hurriedly climbing down the stairs.“Where is Belinda?” I requested.Nora watched me for a while as if wondering what I was up to this time “She's in the backyard,” “Thank you.” I ran out of the door and dashed to the yard. I spotted her watering what looked like
Landon's POV I let out an exhausted sigh, wondering who let her in. Resuming my steps, I walked toward her, my expression returning serious.Her eyes glistened in delight as she saw me. “Landon!” She exclaimed excitedly, scurrying to my side, clinging onto my arm like a toddler.“What are you doing here, Lisa?” My voice came out a little icy despite my effort to mask my displeasure.“Why didn't you tell me you were returning to the US? I read it on a blog, why did you do that to me?” She asked, blinking her long artificial eyelashes as she stared up at me.Looking down at her, I saw every reason why I shouldn't tell her about my moves. She's too clingy. I hate clingy women.“You didn't answer my question.” I reminded her, my patience running thin.Her eyes roamed my face trying to study my mood, sensing that I wasn't joking around, she responded slowly,“I heard you're recruiting employees for your new company and I thought it was the perfect place to start my career.”“You're a lit
Mabel's POV I walked for a short time before reaching the mansion, as the estate itself could pass for a community. Because they already knew me, I was granted easy access to the building. A maid directed me to Olivia's chambers, and I started moving again.As I walked, I roamed the building with my eyes, it looked like it had just been completed recently, or maybe it was renovated.The interior was nothing I'd seen before; it wasn't just an estate; it was a kingdom. This place reeked of money, you can hear everything screaming ‘money!’ As I made my way through the grand hallway, I couldn't help but admire the ceilings that soared impossibly high, decorated with elegant moldings, while expensive artwork lined the walls. Each piece was probably worth more than my entire life’s earnings.“I told you to leave it to me, I know what I'm doing.” I heard a voice say. It was Olivia's, my pace slowed as I approached the door to her chamber.“You were taking a lot of time. I don't have that m
Mabel's POV Exhaling steadily, I reminded myself that everything would soon be over. There's no need for any of this, as the marriage certificate has already been signed. But it's my father's most anticipated moment and it would be inconsiderate of me to rob him of it. The doors opened, accompanied by a wave of uneasiness. This was really happening. It wasn't a dream. I was getting married to someone I'd never met before. “Are you ready?” My father spoke softly. But what if I wasn't? Would that change anything? I inhaled sharply, my breath shuddering slightly. “Yes, Dad.” A forced smile tugged on the corner of my lips. He squeezed my palm softly which somehow managed to calm me, while his right hand rolled the wheel of his chair, and slowly, we strolled down the aisle. This felt like the longest walk of my life. Almost like walking out of my freedom and into the Lion's den. I could see the priest and the man standing before him—the stranger I was supposed to marry. I knew not
Mabel’s POV My ears twitched. Alert. Waiting for more words, but there were none. I took a slow, deliberate turn and my eyes landed on him. But I couldn't make out his features from where he sat cross-legged in the far left corner of the living room. “Mr Ferguson,” I called, but it came out more like a question. I had to be sure it was him before giving him a piece of my mind. He didn't say a word. Instead, he stood up, his full height unveiling, taking slow but steady strides toward me like someone accustomed to obedience from others. My anger increased with every step that he took, making my grip tighten on the fabric of my dress. Stopping just a few feet away from me, the room suddenly felt cold due to his dominating and intimidating aura. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me, this was him. The jerk who sent a substitute in his stead. The jerk who stood me up at the altar. My jaw tightened as I tried to contain the storm brewing within me. My eyes narrowed at him, scrutiniz
Mabel's POV I squinted, taking a closer look. And that's when I recognized it, It's the one the lady had given me at the wedding. I had forgotten about it. My fingers carefully spread it open, displaying a beautiful handwritten note: "Please look after my son and keep him safe, just as you would yourself.”. A frown crept on my face. Was she mocking me? Who needed protection, he or I? I squeezed it with a huff and let it drop to the floor. “It's nothing important,” I said dismissively, brushing what I had just read to the back of my mind. *************** Standing in front of the huge mansion, my fingers clenched tightly on my purse, my mind spiraling with a million reasons why I shouldn't be here. I should be getting ready for work. Not out here pretending to be a good daughter-in-law. This wasn't a role I wanted to play. “It's okay to be nervous, most first times are like that.” Nora nudged me, a small smile forming on her face. Nervous? Who was nervous? I watched her blankly w
Mabel's POV My eyes traced the direction of the voice to the door, and there stood three more people: two older people, a man, and a woman. Standing in front of them was a man who looked around my age. From the way his nose fled and his jaw clenched, I knew it was he who owned the voice. Things seemed to have gotten more interesting. With my gaze still lingering on them, my fingers grabbed another glass of water and brought it to my lips. The old man froze in his tracks, a surprised look plastered on his face. A loud bang caused me to jolt up and spill water on myself, “Shit” I cursed as the cold liquid trickled down my body. Landon stood abruptly, his fists trembling with restrained fury. His jaws tightened in anger, eyes growing darker than usual, yet, he didn't say a word. He looked conflicted, and that got me amused. As the trio walked toward us like some kind of heroes here to say the day, Olivia's smirk didn't go unnoticed by me. “What nonsense is this?” The old m
Mabel's POV The subtle glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains of my room, kissing my skin softly. I stretched, a small moan escaping my lips. Time to get ready for work. Recalling yesterday's incidents: the wedding, the whole family drama, and Landon's attitude toward me. The weight of the whole ordeal starts to sink in. I am married, not out of love but out of duty. Whether I liked it or not, things are not going to remain the same anymore. I would have to learn to share my space which is something I'm not sure I am ready to do. Landon didn't come back to the Villa last night and that's something I was grateful for. He's one person I wasn't ready to be dealing with now. “Good morning, my lady; breakfast is ready.” Carefully, I descended the staircase, my eyes partially searching for the owner of the unfamiliar voice. Then I saw her, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron over her gown. She noticed my confused countenance and clarified, smiling warmly. “I'm Belind
Mabel's POV I walked for a short time before reaching the mansion, as the estate itself could pass for a community. Because they already knew me, I was granted easy access to the building. A maid directed me to Olivia's chambers, and I started moving again.As I walked, I roamed the building with my eyes, it looked like it had just been completed recently, or maybe it was renovated.The interior was nothing I'd seen before; it wasn't just an estate; it was a kingdom. This place reeked of money, you can hear everything screaming ‘money!’ As I made my way through the grand hallway, I couldn't help but admire the ceilings that soared impossibly high, decorated with elegant moldings, while expensive artwork lined the walls. Each piece was probably worth more than my entire life’s earnings.“I told you to leave it to me, I know what I'm doing.” I heard a voice say. It was Olivia's, my pace slowed as I approached the door to her chamber.“You were taking a lot of time. I don't have that m
Landon's POV I let out an exhausted sigh, wondering who let her in. Resuming my steps, I walked toward her, my expression returning serious.Her eyes glistened in delight as she saw me. “Landon!” She exclaimed excitedly, scurrying to my side, clinging onto my arm like a toddler.“What are you doing here, Lisa?” My voice came out a little icy despite my effort to mask my displeasure.“Why didn't you tell me you were returning to the US? I read it on a blog, why did you do that to me?” She asked, blinking her long artificial eyelashes as she stared up at me.Looking down at her, I saw every reason why I shouldn't tell her about my moves. She's too clingy. I hate clingy women.“You didn't answer my question.” I reminded her, my patience running thin.Her eyes roamed my face trying to study my mood, sensing that I wasn't joking around, she responded slowly,“I heard you're recruiting employees for your new company and I thought it was the perfect place to start my career.”“You're a lit
Mabel's POV With my phone gone, there was nothing to do and because I wasn't used to staying idle, the boredom was killing me!I rearranged what I had turned upside down earlier while looking for my phone, it was a little too much because the entire closet was emptied. Nora had offered to do it, but I refused; I needed to do something, anything to kill the boredom.When I heard that the driver had returned, I couldn't contain my excitement, I literally slid down the railing like a kid rushing to get candy only to meet an empty feedback.Dejected, I returned to my room and lay on the bed, facing the ceiling with my mind going wild.My mind suddenly drifted to Olivia. The card!I sprang to my feet and rushed out of the room, hurriedly climbing down the stairs.“Where is Belinda?” I requested.Nora watched me for a while as if wondering what I was up to this time “She's in the backyard,” “Thank you.” I ran out of the door and dashed to the yard. I spotted her watering what looked like
Landon's POV I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window inside my office with my hands sealed away in my pockets not staring at anything in particular, just waiting patiently for AJ to get the information I wanted. Mabel crossed the line this time. Our marriage may not be intimate but she had no right to sleep around. She had no right to spend the night outside her matrimonial home! This was a disrespect to my pride. If anyone heard about this, my reputation would be made a joke. My jaw hardened at the thought of Mabel being with another man. My wife! The amount of disrespect! Just wait a little longer until I get all the information I need.She still had the guts to call and request for her phone, not even the tiniest feeling of remorse. What a shameless woman!I rounded to my desk and picked up her phone, thinking of what to do with it. I thought about flinging it outside the window but later decided against it. That would be too easy. I might need it later, you never know.Dropping
Mabel's POV The next morning, I woke up feeling so much better, if not for the unbearable smell of antiseptic agents. Nora slept soundly on the couch in the room as she was already exhausted from crying herself to sleep.After about 30 minutes, the doctor came in with a different nurse. They checked my vitals and everything else before concluding that I was good to go.He handed me a prescription and evenly discharged me.Nora led me to the car outside the hospital, where the driver was waiting; opening the door, she urged, “Please get in.”But I didn't move an inch. I didn't need to.She thought I wasn't paying attention; so she repeated, “Could you please get in the car?”“No,” I replied bluntly, slamming the door shut, and walking away. What do they take me for?She hurried after me, quite taken aback by my defiance “Where are you going?”“To take a taxi,” I responded uninterestedly, stopping by the side of the road and peering into the distance.“Please, Ma'am I have orders to ta
Mabel's POV I closed my eyes and opened them again, I didn't see anyone! I wrapped my arms over my shoulders as I felt a cold shiver run through my spine.As creepy as it seemed, I was glad it was just my mind playing tricks on me. How much fear did I have for Landon to start hallucinating?I shook my head vigorously, brushing the thought off. The plates were still on the bed so I moved them and placed them on the stool.Realizing that I was still in my towel, I hurriedly replaced it with the gown I had worn before.Just then, I felt an intense stomach ache and a sudden urge to use the toilet. Without hesitation, I dashed to the toilet, heaving a deep sigh of relief.“Phew! That was close.”After I finished with my business, I cleaned myself up and went back to my room.I lay on my bed, thinking of what to do with my life now that I was back at the Villa. I had spent years building my career only for one cold-blooded being to crash it in the twinkle of an eye.Should I use my savi
Mabel's POV Landon stood completely still with both hands locked away in his pockets, his eyes bloodshot and his jaw clenched. He looked like someone possessed by a demon and for the first time since I met him, I found him intimidating.There was unspoken tension in the air from the anger radiating from his body. My back leaned hard against the door, as if to merge my body with it. “Don't come closer,” I warned. My voice came out pathetic rather than imposing, despite my effort to keep it steady.He approached steadily, unfazed by my warning as though my voice was an encouragement to close in.This Landon looked different, he looked nothing like the Landon who would bicker with me.To be honest, at this point, I preferred the former one.“Don't come any closer or you'll get hurt,” I warned again. Deep within me, I knew I didn't have the strength to fight. My body aches all over; everywhere hurts and it seemed like he could tell.I didn't want him to come closer, I still reeked of
Mabel's POV A dull ache in my waist and another one banging in my head interrupted my peaceful slumber. A painful groan escaped my lips as I held my onto throbbing head with both hands.My eyes squeezed open but they were hit by the sudden brightness of the room, instinctively closing them back. “Argh!” I groaned, my throat aching from the dryness.“You're awake!” I heard a familiar voice call out. “Does it hurt a lot?”“Dylan?” I called, but it was more like a question. The surprise was evident in my voice. What was Dylan doing here? “You slept for too long, I was starting to get worried.” He said quietly, rubbing the back of my palm softly.“Can you open your eyes?” His free palm rested on my forehead, feeling my temperature. I heard him sigh in relief.“The curtains,” I managed to say, hoping he'd get the cue and close the curtains.“Oh, yes. Sorry,” he responded and I assumed he went to do the needful.“Is it better now? Try opening them again.” He returned to stay by my side o
Third person POV A man dressed in a white shirt that hugged his biceps and fitted blue jeans, approached the counter to order a drink. “Get me a shot of Tequila.” He said to the bartender.“I'm on it.” The bartender replied cheerfully, getting to work immediately. In a few moments he got his shot ready.“There you go.” He said, placing it on the counter with a prideful smile plastered on his face as if he had won a medal.The young man sat on the stool, his elbows resting on the counter. His eyes darted to the lady beside him whose head was lazily resting over the counter with her hair pouring over her face, preventing him from getting a clear view of her.For some reason he was drawn to her, but he couldn't understand why.“Is she drunk?” He asked the bartender.“I think so.” The bartender replied, cleaning a glass with a paper towel.His eyes lingered on her for a moment, then he asked again,“How much did she have?”The bartender thought for a while and responded, “Five shots.”“Y