Mabel's POV “I see,” The bitter words spilled through my gritted teeth, my stomach churning in disgust at the mention of his name. “Let's head there right away. You can drop these for now, we might still have a chance to turn things around.” He said pleadingly. If only he knew. He tried to take the box from me but I resisted. Shooting him a warning glare. I wasn't going to talk to any stupid Landon. “What makes you think he will budge?” “Are you already giving up without trying?” He snapped with a disappointed frown. I could feel the anger boiling within me, threatening to rip me apart. “Do you have any idea how enraged I am? I'm resisting the urge to go to InfiniTech Global and disfigure his proud face.” I growled aggressively. His eyes grew wider with a slight hint of panic; quickly putting his palm over my mouth, he whisper-yelled, “Are you crazy? Someone could hear you!” Yes, I am crazy. Ever since I met that creature, I've overused my brain and now I'm emotionally str
Mabel's POV I turned to see AJ who stared at me as if he had seen a ghost. His brows twitched slightly as he tried the decipher the meaning of this. Slowly, he drifted his eyes to the men in suits, “What is going on here?” Their leader responded, “They came to see President Ferguson without an appointment, and I told them they needed to have an appointment first, and she resulted to this…” his eyes sized me up from head to toe as though he was mocking me. “Can you stop now?” Dylan said in a low voice from behind, his voice cracking with a slight measure of embarrassment. That's when I realized I was still in that posture. Slowly, I readjusted myself and straightened my shirt, no need to rush me. I will do things on my own terms. AJ heaved a deep sigh, nodding, “It's okay, President Ferguson will see them now,” he gestured for me to go to him. I stuck out my tongue at them victoriously. I could see the surprise on their faces. Surprised that AJ would let a mad woman see their bo
Mabel's POV Storming out of Landon's office with my fists tightly clenched and my knuckles turning white, I cursed repeatedly under my breath. Cursing the day I crossed paths with this monster, cursing whatever reason that led to this unfortunate union. He thinks he can oppress me, control me like a fucking robot just because he's flaunting his granddaddy's money. He's never had to struggle for anything, every single fucking thing that he has is because the old man had laid a solid foundation for him to prosper. Not by his might. He was born into wealth and just got lucky. And now he thinks I'm the perfect one to bully, to push around like a stroller. My body trembled with barely contained anger. I brushed past Dylan without sparing him a glance, heading straight for the elevator. He rushed to keep up with my pace, not saying a word. I could tell he wanted to blame me for not keeping my anger in check, thereby messing everything up; he wanted badly to tell me that I was at fault
Mabel's POV Okay, that came out a little harsher than intended, and I regretted it immediately, but I didn't say anything else. Instead, I hastened my footsteps up the stairs. Inside my room, I undressed, took a warm bath, and surprisingly, sleep came. I freely gave myself to it, allowing myself to forget my current situation, even for a moment. When I wake up, I'll deal with reality, but for now, I choose to embrace sleep. ******************************* I woke up a few minutes past noon, the next day. I was even surprised at how long I had slept, it was hard to believe that I could have that much sleep when my entire life was in the abyss. Turning on my phone, the notifications came flooding in, with my phone vibrating intensely as if it was on the brink of crashing. My dad had called 5 times since yesterday, my aunt called 16 times and Dylan called 8 times. I saw other missed calls from unknown callers but I wasn't sure what to do with them. Just as my finger moved to dial my
Mabel's POV Slowing down my pace with my mood suddenly shifting from cheerful to bitter, my fists balled involuntarily, vibrating with harbored hatred. That arrogant jerk was sitting in the living room with a stupid smug on his face; I could feel my blood boiling as my anger threatened to make a massive comeback. There's nothing I wanted more than to throw a dirty slap across his cocky face. My eyes met his and I glared deadly at him. If looks could kill, he would've been long dead. I let out a loud hiss in disgust, loud enough for anyone in the living room to hear, and then I entered the kitchen. It was my first time in the kitchen since my arrival here. It was spacious and well-constructed, but I was too pissed off to admire it. First, I grabbed a glass and tried to pour myself some water, but it slipped and fell to the ground with the broken pieces flying here and there. Just great! Thanks to my quick reflexes, I was able to move my foot before the glass reached the ground.
Landon's POV I trusted AJ to handle the situation and make sure she remained blacklisted, and he didn't disappoint because, in no time, Mr. Fredd of Fact Central Media released an official speech, publicly apologizing and indirectly shifting the blame to Mabel. I made sure her face was on every TV channel. I made sure she was dragged roughly and mercilessly through the streets of T*****r. I made sure she understood just how much influence I had. The next few days that followed, she stayed out of sight. She never left the house and no one came to visit either. I had eyes everywhere monitoring her movement and none of them saw her leave the villa. And when she didn't leave the villa for days, I assumed she was grieving over her dead career or plotting a comeback, or both. I wished I could see her look of helplessness but I was too busy setting up the company since it was opening officially in less than a week. After a brief video conference with some of my potential partners, I
Mabel's POV After the incident, Nora and Belinda were not happy with me at all and they didn't try to hide it. Belinda especially seemed pissed, she wouldn't smile at me or even try to hold a conversation with me like she usually would.Nora, on the other hand, tried her best to attend to my every need like a maid would, just not as cheerful as she used to be. To be honest, it caused my chest to tighten even though I didn't want to care.I didn't get it because they watched him bully me and tear my years of hard work into shreds. Yet, the moment I retaliated I was the bad person.Sad, but anyway.I got a call from Dylan, asking to meet at a restaurant. I hadn't gone out since the interview, though the dust was starting to settle.I chose to go with sweatpants and a hoodie; first a cap, then the hood over it.My sneakers matched my outfit. I didn't want to be recognized by anyone, I didn't want public attention.I picked up my phone, ordered a ride, and went downstairs with both hand
Mabel's POV “Who was that?” Dylan asked as he pulled out a seat, right across from me. His eyes studying my expression as if to read my mind.“No one,” I said curtly, leaning back into my chair.“So, she's a ghost?” He eyed me, obviously not buying my shit.I fought the urge to burst into a howl of laughter.“Maybe,” I responded uninterestedly.“Am I a joke to you?” His eyes lingered on the card Olivia had left on the table.“Do you want to be a joke?” I shot back.“You haven't seen me for days and the first thing you do is pick a fight with me?” I asked, tired of his childishness. Why try to pry into someone's privacy if they don’t want you to?His eyes flickered in amusement, followed by his lamentation.“You always manage to turn things around and make it seem like my fault!” “Whose fault is it then?” I asked him. He opened his mouth to say a word but he shut it back almost immediately, eying me.I sighed in exhaustion. I have a lot of problems, letting these little things get t
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