Irina’s POVThis could not be happening. How had they discovered this? How did they find out that Lionel had forged that will? No, they were not going to take my house from me, not after everything I had done and endured. No, this house was mine by right, I had earned it. I looked at the paper the court officer had handed me in disbelief."No, no, there's some mistake here." I refused to believe it. Lionel had assured me they would never discover the fraud, that he himself had destroyed the real will."No mistake, ma'am. You must leave the house immediately with only the clothes on your back. In fact, those jewels you're wearing, you need to hand them over to me." The officer stared at me, and he did not seem like a very patient man."You're all very mistaken if you think I'm leaving here like this." I raised my voice. I was going to assert myself there; I would not leave with my head down like a loser. "This setup is your doing, isn't it, Donald? Yours and that tramp sister of yours!"
Anabel’s POVIt had been a week since Lionel was admitted to the hospital. He was out of critical condition, and as the doctor had warned, he was left with irreversible damage - his speech was impaired and the right side of his body was paralyzed.Don took charge of hiring a nursing team to care for him at the hospital, and I spent every afternoon there during visiting hours. It was depressing to see him in that bed, a proud, arrogant man suddenly reduced to a bag of bones on a mattress.I never stayed more than five minutes in that room, and it was more than enough. The atmosphere was suffocating for me, especially because I saw tears falling from his eyes whenever I arrived. I had no idea if he wanted me there or not, but it seemed like my presence increased his suffering. According to the doctor, his comprehension, memory, and judgment had not been affected.I stood in front of the bed, looking at him, as I did every day. I would stop there and look at him. I did not speak, I did no
Donald’s POVAs the ambulance cut through traffic at full speed and I tried to keep up with it, I wondered if I should tell my sister. I didn't want to ruin the dinner they were hosting for family and friends. I was arriving at her house when the housekeeper called me, and I also didn't want her to worry, she was pregnant and didn't need this stress. But on the other hand, no matter how hurt and upset she was, Lionel was still her father and she had the right to know.At the hospital, I was sent to the waiting room until the doctors could examine Lionel and have answers for me. Sitting there, I kept thinking about the bizarre scene I had witnessed at that house. My God! That would haunt me. But it served Irina right! If she knew I had found the handcuff keys in my father's pants pocket and that I had made that whole scene just to teach her a lesson, she would kill me. And before leaving, I called the housekeeper and asked her to take a little longer to remove those handcuffs. I laughed
Anabel’s POVI was impressed by the blow Sandra had dealt to Tess. I hated that bitch, but Sandra hated her twice as much. And when Tess was finally removed from there, I breathed a sigh of relief. We were arriving home, about to receive our family and friends, and that bitch had come to ruin everything. But she wouldn't succeed!"Are you okay, my love?" Rick turned to me and led me inside the house."I'm fine, Rick, let me go chase that bitch away," I asked."Absolutely not, Sandra, Mel, and my father are taking care of that. You and my babies are staying far away from that trashy woman," Rick said as we entered the house."Yeah, you're right, it's better this way," I agreed, not wanting my babies anywhere near that woman."Besides, I want to give you something before everyone comes in," he said and sat with me on the couch."What is it?" I asked, and he raised two bags before my eyes. With all the commotion, I hadn't even noticed he was carrying them."Please don't be mad at me, but
Irina’s POVI was almost out of breath from screaming so much. That depraved old man was dead on top of me, his sticky saliva dripping on my chest, and I could still feel that thing of his inside me. Disgusting! And I couldn't even push him off; he seemed to weigh a ton. I was already crying in despair. I would die there slowly under that corpse and no one would come to help me. But then I heard the noise at the door."Please, help me, he's dead!" I begged once more and finally that stupid housekeeper entered the room."Good Lord!" She raised her hand to her mouth, closed her eyes and turned her face away."You idiot, come here! Get this dead man off me and untie me." I demanded and she looked at me for a moment, as if debating whether she should approach or not. "MOVE IT!""Calm down, ma’am, there's no need to shout." She approached, touched him with her fingertip about three times and we heard a grunt. "I think he's alive. I'll call an ambulance."She took her own cell phone from her
Tess’s POVI turned more tricks than I thought I could handle. I had made some money, but it wasn't enough to pay for that pigsty where I was staying. Besides giving almost all the money I earned to the manager, I still had to service him in exchange for him continuing to hold off on my hotel debt.But the manager turned out to be useful. He knew all those strange types who hung around there, and I would need help from some shady characters to get things done. The first one he introduced me to was the guy who delivered flowers in a van, since I told him I needed to get into a place with heavy security."What do you want?" the guy asked me when we were alone in the manager's stinking little office."I want to get into a rich people's condo," I said."Look, if this is about stealing or any crap like that, I'm out. I've already been to jail before and don't want to go back. I'm reformed," the idiot started talking, and I couldn't care less if he was reformed or not."I just want to get in