Jardine stood there like an epitome of beauty, her face calm and innocent. She was richly dressed in a knee-length gown of simmering silk, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places and accentuating her natural grace and beauty.
While Adira glared at her, Jardine's expression remained unruffled. She returned a soft stare at Adira, her blue eyes clear and bright.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Adira stepped forward, wrathful veins protruding on her brows. "How dare you even think of coming here?"
Jardine sighed, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Please Adira, I didn't come here to fight."
"So, why are you here? To see my misery? To watch me cry?"
There was a brief silence. Then, with Jardine staring down at the floor, she said: "I know you're very mad at me, and I know you must think I'm a bad person. But I want you to know I'm truly sorry, Adira. I'm... I'm so sorry for ruining your marriage. This sounds stupid, I know, but I never thought I'd be so interested in a married man."
Adira looked at her with a ridiculous scoff. She honestly couldn't understand if the lady before her was a lunatic. Was she seriously apologizing after ruining her family?
"Are you for real?" She chuckled. "You convinced my husband to divorce me, now you're sorry?"
"I'm not a bad person, Adira" Jardine stated calmly. "Those who are closest to me know this. I'm truly sorry you got to know me the wrong way, and I hope someday, you get to forgive me for this."
Dipping her hand into her bag, she brought out some bundles of money. "Here. This is a lot of money. You can use this to take care of yourself. I'll see to it that you get more money from..."
"You crazy bítch!" Adira slapped the money from her palms, making them fall to the ground. "Have you completely lost it? For over a month, you slept with my husband and made him not to come home to me. You convinced him that I wasn't good enough for him and led him into a divorce. All those times, where was your conscience? How dare you come to me now and try to talk about being good, you bítch!" Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
She also noticed some tears in Jardine's eyes, but she quickly blinked them back.
"Believe me," Jardine sniffed. "I'm truly sorry for what I did. All I wanted was a man to love me. I'm truly sorry it had to be your husband."
Adira scoffed and lowered her head. Few seconds passed, then she looked back at Jardine.
"If you're truly sorry, will you let him come back to me? Did he...tell you I'm pregnant for him?"
There was a sudden and sharp switch in Jardine's eyes, like a bolt of lightning cutting through a clear blue sky. The calm and innocent expression that had been there just moments ago got replaced by something different - a dangerous intensity that seemed to burn like a flame.
Slowly, Jardine's eyes moved down to Adira's tummy, lingering there for a moment.
"What the hell did you just say?" She asked in hushed tones, her eyes still remaining on Adira's flat tummy.
Adira took a nervous gulp. "You heard me. I'm two months pregnant for..."
"Well, get rid of it" Jardine interrupted huskily, taking a step closer to her. Her eyes shimmered with rage that appeared dangerous to Adira.
She scoffed. "You really think you can get Lancelot back with this? You must be joking, Adira. No matter what you do, Lancelot will always chose me. Remember that."
"You're so sure, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am" she gritted. "Why on earth would he want to leave a rich classy lady like me for someone as low as you? I didn't even need to convince him much, you know? All I did was make him see reasons you weren't good for him. I took him back to his family, now his father is putting him back in the company. I changed his life, Adira. All you did was raise him down. So, don't ever think you stand a chance against me."
Just then, Adira's step-mother - Soraya - came out of the house. She gasped at the sight of the money on the ground.
"Oh, my goodness! Are....are you ladies giving out money?" She skittered towards them, wearing a grim smile.
Looking up at the advanced woman, Jardine wore a smile. "Yes, ma'am. I actually gave it to Adira here, but she rejected it."
"Are you serious?" Soraya scrowled at Adira. "Please, never mind. She can be shy at times." Quickly, she crouched to the ground and began picking up the money. Adira knew there was nothing she could do to stop her stepmother.
Jardine went closer to Adira and whispered into her ears: "Get rid of that baby, Adira. Yes, I'm sorry for what I did, but I'm never losing Lancelot to you. Trust me, you do not want to be my enemy."
With that said, she walked away, heading for her car that had been parked at the entrance of the compound, but Adira went after her and pulled her by the wrist.
"You'll pay for this, Jardine," she grunted. "Someday, I'll make you pay for this."
Jardine gave a ridiculous laughter. "And how exactly will that happen? You think this is some movies? Have some sense, Adira; my family's net-worth alone will feed a thousand of your generation. In the world of business, you're not even qualified to be my cleaner." Twisting her lips in a smirk, she opened her front door and got into the car.
Adira stood there, seething with wrath. Watching her drive away, she let her tears fall freely. Again, she had been humiliated and insulted. How could she? How could that lady show up in her place and say such hurtful words to her?
"Foolish girl! You have such rich friends, huh? Why were you rejecting the money, anyway?" Soraya grumbled from the floor, but Adira didn't give her a chance to nag as she sniffed and left the house.
***
All the time she walked down the street to an Automated Teller Machine, Adira couldn't stop sniffling. Jardine's words had broken her so badly, she never thought a woman's words could hurt her that way.
She kept sobbing and wiping her tears until she had finally gotten to an ATM where she cued up to make use of it.
'You'll get over this, Adira. You'll get over this' she kept reassuring herself.
When it got to her turn to make use of the machine, Adira inserted her card and followed the normal procedures. But she was shocked when her transaction was declined with instructions telling her to see her account manager. She tried for two more times, but it still didn't work.
'What the hell is this?' she mumbled to herself. Her account has never had an issue before.
Deciding to follow their instructions, she took a cab and headed for the bank. After a while, she arrived and went in to lodge her complaint. She was directed to the bank manager who went through the system and informed her that her account had been blocked.
"What're you talking about? Why's it blocked?" Adira inquired, confused.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. You can just fill this form and I'll lodge a complaint to the headquarters. It might take a couple of weeks, tho," the manager informed her after dropping the form in front of her.
Adira was broken. All the money she had was in that account. How could it be blocked all of a sudden?
She looked at the form and felt strength seeping out of her body. So many requirements. She was badly in need of the money, how could she possibly wait for weeks for the issue to be resolved?
"You can fill it over the counter, ma'am. I have other clients to attend to," the manager said, barely looking away from her screen.
Weakly, Adira stood up with her bag and the form and exited the manager's office. She had barely gone far when her phone began ringing from her bag. Taking it out, she froze when she discovered it was Madame Winslet - Lancelot's mother.
Her fingers shook as they struggled to pick the call. Finally receiving it, she placed it over her ear.
"Adira," the voice hooted with laughter. "Little girl, I heard you're at the bank - filing a complaint 'cause you're unable to make use of your account. Just so you know, I'm responsible for that. I made sure your account was blocked, foolish girl, because I can't have you leave with a dime from my son. Remember when I offered you some money to stay away from him? You rejected my offer, and I made it clear to you that you'll regret it someday. Now, I hope you're truly regretting it, Adira."
Adira's legs grew cold. "You..." her breath came in short gasps. "How could you..."
"Enjoy your misery in the slums where you belong," Madame Winslet taunted and dropped the call.
Adira remained rooted on the spot like a statue, finding it difficult to breath. The realization of things dawned on her and caused her so much pain that she could not absorb.
Her phone started ringing again, and glancing at the screen, she noticed it was Lancelot calling.
"What're you doing, Adira?" He yelled at her when she received the call. "How dare you tell Jardine about the baby? I thought I told you to get rid of it? Are you seriously trying to ruin me?
"Listen to me, I'm done with you, okay? And not even that baby will make me come back to you. So, just sign the God-damn divorce papers and let me move on with my life. Please!" Then he ended the call.
It was too much for Adira. Standing there in the middle of the bank, she felt the world around her fade as the entire place began to go round in circles.
The harsh words echoed in her head, every bitter word she's ever gotten from people. She was hated by everyone. Not a single person cared about her.
Her chest began to rise and fall heavily. A cold liquid came streaming down her legs, Adira had no idea it was blood. Finally losing herself, she crashed to the floor and passed out.
Adira's eyes fluttered open to the soft hum of machines beeping quietly in the background. The air smelled of disinfectant, and Adira felt the scratchy sheets of the hospital bed under her skin. She was in a hospital? At first, everything was blur and she couldn't make out any details. But slowly, her vision began to clear and she saw the familiar figures of Lancelot and Jardine beside her. What?Adira's eyes widened in realization. No, no, her baby. She gasped as she shifted her hands to her tummy, holding it tight. "What happened to me? Did I lose my baby?" She asked with eyes brimming red. Jardine had a tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Adira. Nobody deserves to go through this."Adira's breath started getting laboured. It couldn't be what she was thinking, was it? Did she lose the baby?Lancelot, who had been sitting next to her, suddenly took her hand into his. "I'm truly sorry. I never wanted to cause you so much pain.""Get me a doctor! Is my baby fine?" Adira
Jardine's footsteps echoed through the grand foyer of the exquisite house, her heart heavy and her face pale. She made her way into the living room and found her mum and grandparents sitting stiffly on the plush couch, their eyes fixed on her as she came into view. Jardine felt a knot form in her stomach instantly as she lowered her eyes and greeted. "Good day.""Jardine. Why are you looking all gloomy?" Her mother inquired. "Why won't she? When she's been sleeping with someone else's man?" Her grandfather threw a glare at her. "Dad!" Her mother - Mrs. Rowena - gasped at the aged man. "Tell me, Jardine, are you still going on with the wedding?" Her grandmother asked coldly. And in a low voice, Jardine replied: "Yes, grandma.""Have you no shame!" Her grandfather half-yelled. "You're beautiful, Jardine. You couldn't do anything else other than destroy another woman's home?""Dad! I think we should give her a break," Mrs. Rowena scoffed. "Jardine is not that evil. It isn't like she
Adira stood frozen in place as Nikolai - the most powerful billionaire - approached her. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest like a wild animal trying it escape its cage. With his cold, hard eyes settling on her like diamond orbs that pierced through her soul, she felt unhindered chills down her spine. Was Nikolai the man the bar manager was referring to? Was he the man that wanted her to stay back? But why? She's only seen him in the news and on papers, she's never met or even dreamt of meeting with him before. Someone of her status could not even meet him. So, she was wondering how he how specifically knew her to request her staying back. What could she had possibly done to offend the almighty billionaire?With each step he took closer to her, her fear increased and she took hard nervous gulps. He was so handsome, so muscular - his face an art of perfection. But right there, all she could feel was fear as she stared at him. "Adira Ravenswood," he called her full na
Adira stood up and ran out of the bar immediately, trying to see if she'd find Nikolai again. But getting outside, she found them driving away. "Oh, no" she mumbled to herself. "It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream."Her heart thrashed against the cage of her ribs. She lifted her hands into her hair and tousled it. What the hell just happened? So, it wasn't a dream afterall? Nikolai had really been in front of her?'I'll make you so rich, you'll walk on money' his words came flashing in her head. 'I'll place you above your enemies and make them worship at your feet.'"No," Adira whispered, still brushing her hair with her shaky fingers. How did this happen? How could he even say that to her? She returned to the bar and found the card and money still lying on the counter. A tear slipped her eye immediately. Feebly, she picked up the money and stared blankly at it. To think she had actually wanted to end her life when she was done from the bar? Was this the devil playing tricks on
Adira freshened up, packed her bags and in a short while, she was ready to go.From time to time, she paced round the room and glanced at the window to see if the car had arrived. Goodness, she was scared and found it difficult even breathing.'Calm down, Adira. Everything will be fine,' she kept assuring herself.Finally, she found a black sleek car driving into the compound and her heart jumped out of her chest. It was him. The driver was there.She puffed out her cheeks, rubbed her palms together and finally dragged her luggages out of the room. She got downstairs to where her family was gathered and laughing at the dining. Seeing Adira with her luggages seized their laughters at once as they threw suspicious stares at her."Where the hell are you going?" Soraya scoffed.Adira ignored her and headed for the door.
Adira was shown to her room which made her gasp at its beauty. The room was expansive, with high ceilings that seemed to stretch out into the heavens, and the walls painted in a chic and neutral color of beige and gray.In the center of the room was a massive four-poster bed, draped in sumptuous silken sheets and surrounded by plush pillows that looked like they were made of clouds.There was a sleek sofa in the room - as well as a dressing table.A dressing table - Adira suddenly realized. She ambled to the dressing table and found so many cosmetics on it. Huh? He already made provisions for her cosmetics?Looking around, she found a room that looked like a closet and rushed into it. Her jaw almost hit the floor when her eyes met with the luxury.Rows and rows of designer shoes, handbags and clothing were displayed, each piece looking beautiful and expens
"So, what's your name?" Mrs Bellamy asked as they ate. The rattling of forks and knives provided a rhythmical background to their meal.Adira knew the question was directed at her. She gulped down some water before looking up at the woman."Adira, ma'am. Adira Ravenswood." she inclined her head."Adira. Pretty name."Adira felt so relieved that the woman liked her. She had been so scared that she'd get rejected, just like she had been rejected by Lancelot's family."Thank you, ma'am" she beamed a smile."You're welcome, honey. So, as you must already know, I am Lancelot's mother, and this is my husband," she placed a hand on her husband's shoulder."These two titans over here are my sons - Vesper and Finn."The younger one - Finn - flashed a smile at Adira, while the older one maintained
Adira sat at the plush backseat of the car, her gaze fixed out the window as the city rushed past. The mid-day sun cast a warm glow on everything - from the bustling cars on the sidewalks to the gleaming cars that whizzed by.Just then, her car approached the Belle-Amore jewellery store and Adira's attention was drawn to the familiar figures of Mrs Winslet and Rowena walking inside. They were walking side by side and laughed heartily like they were cracking the funniest jokes.They've become friends - Adira thought. They've become friends after ruining her life and almost making her lose her life.As she watched them, she felt anger surging through her - recalling all the terrible things they made her go through."Stop the car," she instructed the driver, and quickly, the driver found a place to park.She hesitated for a while, just staring at the doors of