"Your mistress?" Shayna asked, stunned. She stepped back as if punched by the gravity of the announcement. "Yes, she has agreed to live with me," Alex replied with a cold tone. Shayna shook her head, she couldn't believe her own ears. "After marrying Brittany? Why are you doing this to Megan? Why can't you just let her go?" She asked with a sympathetic expression. Alex pursed his lips. He couldn't explain it to her and even if he did, he was so sure that she wouldn't understand. "She has to move in with me, that's final, aunty," he stated in the same cold tone, offering no further explanations. "I don't know why on earth Megan would agree to something like this, this is outrageous, why can't you just settle with Brittany and not drag Megan into all of this? Hasn't she gone through enough already?" Shayna asked with a disappointed look. "I have to look out for my son, he is my priority right now. Megan and Jake both need to stay where I can keep an eye on them," he replied. Shayn
The next morning, Megan was gazing at the beam of sunlight that streamed into the bedroom. Her eyes slightly opened as she laid next to her son. It was early in the morning, barely the first light and she couldn't get herself out of bed. The events of the past day weighed heavily in her and she stifled a yawn as she rolled over. At this same time, there was a loud knock that echoed across the house and she startled up, a little disoriented. She hadn't been expecting anyone to be at the door, not at that early hour. While Megan was still trying to get her wits about her and find out who was at the door and knocking so loudly, Jake woke up with a stir too and looked at her questioningly. "Mummy, who's knocking at the door?" He asked in a sleepy tone. Megan tried to smile at him even though she was just as confused as he was. "Mummy will go check it out, okay? Just get back to sleep," she cooed and missed him on the cheek, rolling out of bed. Jake nodded cutely and balled his fist u
Brittany palmed her check, for a moment she saw stars and then she blinked her eyes back into focus. “Did you just slap me?!" She snapped at Shayna angrily, her hands holding her reddening cheek. “I will do it again, how dare you bring the press here!" Shayna retorted heatedly. Brittany sneered at her, “Who the hell do you think you are to slap me? Have you lost your bloody mind?!" She roared and sling her hands, ready to give a harder slap to Shayna. But Alex was faster, he caught her wrist in his grasp and flung it away swiftly. “Don't you dare think of laying your filthy hands on my aunt. If you ever try to hurt her, I'll make you regret your life," he hissed with a murderous tone, icy and threatening. Brittany was frozen for a second, she couldn't say anything as she simply stood there, panting with both fear and adrenaline, a shiver running down her spine as she subconsciously nodded. “I've had enough of you Brittany, we all have. It's time for you to leave. In case you didn't
"I knew you'd do it," Evelyn said over the phone, her voice dripping with pride, "Megan has never been any match for you." "You're right, mother, this was way easier than I thought, she couldn't even say a word," Brittany laughed. "Yes, that's just the first phase of our plan, now we are ready to move on to phase two," Evelyn said. Brittany smiled with happiness as she replied, "I'm ready when you are, mother." Evelyn's laughter echoed over the phone, she told Brittany to be ready for the next move. "I know exactly what to do next," Evelyn assured her as she hung up. As Brittany put the phone down, she batted her lashes and touched her hair with joy as she turned to all the maids that were watching her with wide eyes. "What are you dummies staring at?!" She snapped angrily and shot them a nasty glare, "Get my bags and take it to my husband's room," she ordered. The maids all looked at her a little oddly, none of them moved. They were reluctant because they had just seen what hap
Clutching Megan like his life depended on it, he inhaled her scent deeply, feeling the flaming effects of her presence. “I didn't kill them, it was all a lie," he muttered in drunkenness. Megan had never seen him so low. Alex was always put together and in control. But she saw him at his worst, barely able to hold the tears that made his eyes glisten. “Come on, let's talk you home," she replied softly and hurled him off the couch of the club, trying her best to steady his much larger frame with her smaller one. “Do you believe me?" He kept whispering, his voice just above a whisper, his eyes dark and hazy, like he was even aware of where he was or what he was doing. He was all focused on her and she nodded. “Let's go home, Alex, please," she said. Finally, he moved and allowed her to help him into the car and both zoomed off. Alex stumbled through the front door, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. His body trembled, but not just from the alcohol. He held Megan tightly, bur
Brittany paced back and forth in the fancy little cafe. She couldn't help the anxiety and anger that she felt. The thought of them made her nauseous. “She is in there with him as we speak!" She said and drummed her fingers on the table again. Evelyn had a very calm look on her face. But then that was typical. She wasn't easily ruffled, she always had a plan for everything and that was exactly why her daughter trusted her to find a solution. “Calm down, Brittany, anger never solved anything, what you need to do is plan," she advised. Brittany was exasperated, she hissed, “Calm? How can I possibly be calm right now?" She asked, spreading her arms. “She is with my husband and he won't even allow me see him, he told me to stay out of his way." Smiling, Evelyn waved it all off like it didn't matter. “Come on, Alex is just licking his wounds. You should allow him to do that.” She replied. "I don't know how long that will last for and frankly I don't wish to find out. All I know is that
Brittany stood in the doorway, a forced smile plastered on her face as she gazed at her nephew, Jake. She had a sly smile on her face. How lucky she was, as if everything in nature was just sending her a sign. Her mother's plan would work out smoothly. “Hey little boy," she said with a sugary tone. But Jake just looked up from his painting and gazed at her blankly without saying a word, his eyes almost bored. “Come on, won't you say hello to your aunty?" Brittany tried again with an even more sweet voice but inwardly she was rolling her eyes. “No," Jake gave a single monotonous reply and didn't bother explaining himself, he just picked up his crayons and continued stroking each color across his white paper. Brittany sneered as he turned his face away, he was indeed a miniature version of his mother, Megan, with the same piercing blue eyes and mischievous grin. It was almost like he was staring at Megan's younger self right there on the couch. "Oh, Jake, I'm sure you don't really
Megan shivered, she had a bad feeling that her sister, Brittany had done something crazy. Why else was she calling just when she couldn't find her son and then she was laughing like a psychopath. “Brittany?" She called out over the phone, standing in the living room and shivering in her shoes. “I guess you're home by now, because I know that you wouldn't have answered my call otherwise," she said with a casual tone. “Why are you calling?" Megan asked carefully. She had a bad feeling in her guts that Brittany's call wasn't just a coincidence. “You know why I'm calling, Megan, don't play dumb with me," Brittany replied with a stiff tone. Megan sighed, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She was already trembling and she couldn't find her voice. "Brittany, what is this about?” She asked, already losing her patience. The anxiety was killing her and clearly Brittany was trying to mess with her head. How on earth did she know that she'd just gotten home? And what did that have to do