Laura's POV The D-Day for the final hearing from the court came. Agatha, Mrs Corazon, Larry and I were present in court with others who simply came to watch the prosecution. When the judge walked in, we all did the respectful thing as Aaron was brought in, looking ragged and weightless. My blood boiled with rage and anger as I tried to control myself from where I sat. I couldn't wait for the final hearing to be over and spit on the bastard's face. He would be getting what he deserved anytime soon. I glanced up when I got warm hands on mine. “Everything will be okay, Sis. Mum must get justice for her death.” My brother, Larry assured beside me, and I nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, she would.” Soon, the hearings resumed, and we all watched as Aaron's lawyer kept trying to deny all the evidences pinned on his victim, Aaron, but ours was stronger to identify the wrong. Eventually, the cases and consequences of actions were read out, and it was time for the judge to give the fin
I sat down at the round table alone. This would be the first time I had come to a bar in many years, the pain I felt in my heart was just too much. The scenes kept replaying in my head, welling me up with pain and anger. I ran my veiny hands over my hair until my always neatly combed hair became rough and I didn't care. I was supposed to care, as I was a billionaire heir, and even without my father’s money I would still be a billionaire. I was a public figure, the Sloan heir, but I refused to care. For the past three months, after the scene, I had immersed myself in deep work, I barely ate or changed my clothes. But today, while at work, my body could not take it anymore. My hands began to shake, skin colour turned pale and all the memories kept coming back. It came back with a gush of pain. At first, I tried blocking it, but I allowed it to freely take over me. I gulped down the remaining Scotch from the half-filled glass and drank, letting the memory replay itself. It happen
LAURA Sitting on my bed in yoga style, with my palms pressed closely at the middle of my chest. Anyone would think that I was doing yoga. That was my intention anyways, but my mind couldn't stay focused. I inhaled deeply and started all over. I had to calm my nerves down for the atrocity I was about to commit. My phone suddenly rang with an unknown caller. I knew who they were; they were the people who kidnapped my mother. Answering the phone, a male voice echoed from the other end. “We sent you the photos in the morning. Haven’t you seen it?” “I did, but I just wanted to wait a little,” I replied with a low voice even though all I wanted to do was kill them. The caller broke into a sarcastic laugh. “How long do you want to wait till you post it? Seven days? Or till we drop your mother’s corpse on your bed?” He asked, his voice sharp with anger. “Now listen to me and listen good, within the next one hour, I want you to post the photos sent to you or we will kill your mothe
ERIC I could feel myself floating as I walked into my office. I had woken up this morning to discover the mess a blogger created alleging I was gay. That had not moved me, although I knew my father was going to bring down the roof. Damien had not called me, even though I was sure as hell that he had seen the headlines. What made me avidly angry was the state I was in when they took those photos. I was at the peak of pain from the betrayal I suffered from a woman and they called me gay? Since when did gays get broken because of the opposite gender? I had sent my investigator to gather more information about the blogger. Once they had gathered the information, I would make her life hell for what she did. But why did she decide to post about me? Some other businessmen and celebrities were gay but had never been carried by blogs. After all, it was their personal life. It could only mean so many things. She did it to increase conversion to her blog page, or one of his competitors hate
LAURA Sitting on my chair in front of my dressing mirror I tried my best to wear my make-up, but it was not working. My hands were shaking. Today I would be having an interview with Robes and whatever I said would be concrete evidence against Eric who had done me no harm. I just had to keep up with the lie. For my mother’s sake. Suddenly, my phone rang, and I looked at the caller ID. It was Rena, my best friend. I didn't want to take the call at first, but I took it. “Laura, have you seen the news online about Eric Sloan? They said your blog was the one that posted it but I corrected them. It can never be you. Maybe your blog was hacked,” she poured out, I couldn't help but heave a heavy sigh. Thank goodness Rena had fought for me. Anyone who knew me would know that I would never do such a thing. “It was me, Rena. I was the one who posted it,” I dropped it, breaking her heart. My voice low and heavy with guilt. Rena was silent for a while. “why… You what?” She asked, after recove
LAURA I stared at him for a while contemplating taking his hands. What was he trying to do? Take me from here and kill me? He cleared his throat “Because you are already in my black book. I would consider you to take my hands to avoid further embarrassment.” He said with a sharp tone. I reluctantly took his hands and he immediately walked me out of the crowd. Camera clicks followed as we walked towards the Bugatti. He opened the door for me and I sheepishly entered. He turned around to the other side and sat beside me with a frown. He glared at me for a second and focused back on his iPad. All this while my breath was sucked in as I tried to wonder where they were taking me to. As if he read my mind he looked outside the window, as if he was disgusted by my presence. “We are going to the Villa. And like I said, to talk.” he finally broke the silence. I nodded in agreement, knowing fully well about the villa he was talking about. It was one of a kind, almost like a modernized cas
LAURA Well, I was left with no choice but to accept his proposal, even though I knew deep down that i just signed a death warrant. He had succeeded in forcing me to post the picture on my blog page, as well. I never wanted to post the photos, but I had no other choice, he had threatened to make sure my brother wouldn't only spend time in jail, but he would also kill him. “Will you just enter the car now!” Eric's voice echoed, jotting me off from my deep thoughts. “She's just a gold digger,” Damian smirked. “Don't tell me you're catching feelings for that bitch already,” he joked. Eric gave him a derisive stare as he barked, “you can never be serious for once in your life!” “Where are we going?” I braced up to ask. “Just get in the car, and stop questioning!” Eric glared. The others went in their separate cars, and Eric and I went with the same car that we came in. “Where do you live!” His voice thundered. “Downtown,” “Good! You heard her well, or are you just g
LAURANothing possible was running through my mind, and the best I could just do is to stare at the heavens, hoping the anonymous caller holding my mother hostage would give me an answer.At least, I wanted to know if she's still alive. My nerves frayed, merely thinking if he'd have killed her. Did he also saw the photos of I and Eric Sloan?Pains bored into me as I glanced at the ring on my finger. I couldn't even bring myself to tell Rena of my atrocity. I was a coward, a total one. This wasn't my intentions to do but, however, I'll carry them so far it makes them not to touch my mother.I trod to my system, bracing up again to look into the blog. Whatever it is, I'm ready to face them. To face, Eric Sloan.#SHE'S SUCH A CHEAP THING#WHO ACCUSES A FAMOUS PERSON AS A GAY AND GET ENGAGED TO HIM OVERNIGHT??#LAURA KARMA IS A BITÇH!My eyes twitched as my heart constricted, my hands moving on the keys smartly and swiftly. I had to make the engagement look real. Enough of Eric Sloan's pr