A Deal With Pierce Verlice

I was beaten the day before and was still in pain. And now, I am being beaten again. As Velon's leather shoe landed on me, I held my stomach tightly praying within me that nothing would happen to my child. "You shameless woman! Not only are you barren, but you also want to get rid of other's joy!" By the time he was done with me, I was half-dead. He walked towards Alicia and asked affectionately. "Are you and the baby alright?" Alicia nodded weakly, holding her forehead. "I'm fine but I do feel a little dizzy. Can we go do a checkup just to be sure?" He nodded immediately. He had been without a child for three years. Not only had it given people the impression he was impotent, it had also made him a subject of scorn. Because of his frivolous behavior before he got married, a few people concluded it had led to his inability to have a child. After Alicia informed him of her pregnancy, he had been so excited that he no longer tried to hide their relationship. Due to his happiness

~General POV~ The next day, which was a Thursday, Velon received a wedding invitation from Verlice. His heart hammered against his chest at the thought Pierce had finally taken interest in him. Although he was a wealthy man, his wealth and influence was like a drop of water into a water filled ocean. In other words, in front of people like Pierce, he was nothing. He quickly tore open the invitation and his chest tightened at the name of the groom. Alicia who was beside him also peeked at the letter. However, unlike Velon, she was quick to wave the thought away. "You really don't think it's Queenie, right?" "I don't know. It's just a speculation I'm having." The man replied with a sigh. "It can't possibly be her. I mean where did she meet him? Besides, Pierce Verlice doesn't seem like someone with a bad taste." She added. Velon wasn't bothered about Queenie, he just thought it was surprising if she was really the bride of Verlice. Turns out he was overthinking it. Saturday, th

As soon as Pierce left the supermarket, he was immediately surrounded by a lot of reporters. His brows furrowed tightly and his eyes darkened. Obviously, he was annoyed. Seeing it, some reporters backed off while some new ones who were eager to gain a foothold and get a raise in salary, still questioned him crazily. "Mr. Verlice, a video was released to the general public just a few minutes ago. It was an expectant mothers' instructor, Anna Brendon, is she perhaps, your wife?" Amidst all the numerous questions being hurled at him, that was the only one that captivated his interest. He tapped the bodyguard who was warding the reporters off and gazed straight at the name tag of the lady who asked him. Sucking his teeth, he asked. "Veronica Vendell, did Anna Brendon put you up to this?" The question caught the lady off guard. However, it was not her first time of doing such a thing, hence, she wasn't so flustered. "No, Mr. Verlice. Questions like these are what the netizens are in

Queenie decided to go first meet Jessica before going to Glamour Entertainment. When she got outside, she met a man putting on a suit, patiently standing beside a black Bentley. When he saw Queenie, he walked up to her and bowed down a little. "Good morning, Mrs. Verlice. My name is Vincent and I was tasked to take you anywhere you wish to go. In other words, I'm your assigned driver." Queenie looked back at the car and nodded, but she had a complaint to make. "Why does it have to be such an eye-catching model?" Vincent glanced back at the car and grimaced. "Mr. Verlice knew you'd say such, which was why he gave this Bentley. It is, in fact, the lowest model in his garage." Queenie clicked her tongue. "Rich people sure know how to spend money. I'm going to meet a friend in a café." "Okay, ma'am." Said Vincent as he walked back to the car and pulled the door open. "Please." It had been a long time since she was treated in such a respectful way and as such, her cheeks burned

Queenie stuck her head outside the car's window to see smoke coming up from a place that looked familiar. "I would have suggested that it was a firework, but we both know that isn't." Queenie said, retreating her head. "I have no idea where it is you're going." Jessica gave a small smile. "Rest assured, you'll love it. It'd also bring back some old, cherished memories." Jessica's words made her a little upset, but she said nothing. Long ago, they were best friends. Then she fell in love with the low life scumbag, Velon, and her life became ruined. He literally blocked her access to the outside world, made her life unbearable, beat her and blamed her for her inability to bear a child. Thinking of her child, she held her still flat stomach slightly. Jessica glanced at her stomach briefly before focusing back on the road. "How's the baby?" "The baby is... Wait, how do you know I'm pregnant?" Queenie quickly realized and asked. "How did I get your number?" Jessica retorted,