Mag-log inChapter 53Paul's POV.My father narrows his eyes at me, shock slightly slipping through his cold facade. “What was I expecting? I knew you were a coward, a useless and ungrateful child, just like your sister.” He sits up straighter, pinning me with his bone-chilling gaze. “What exactly is hard in destroying Fabian? You're not going to his company with a shovel in hand, so I really want to understand what is hard for you? Is there something I need to know? Is he fucking you?” “Jeez, Dad!...” “Are you his plaything? What exactly is it, Paul?!” He slams his palm against the desk.I flinch instinctively. The tension in the room intensifies and in that moment I wish I didn't question his order.“Nothing, Dad. I didn't mean what I said.” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat, trying my best to diffuse the tension I created by the feeling of entitlement. If I hadn't placed myself above my father's workers I wouldn't have thought of questioning my Dad.Regret is the only thing I taste o
Chapter 52Paul's POV “I think today's sex is the best we've ever had since we met,” Sweetie says, smiling ear to ear as she lays on my chest, her hair covering her naked back, but not enough to cover her curvy cheeks. My eyes widen in playful shock, “Why are you saying that I've always made sure i fuck you good,” I caress her back while trying to maintain eye contact with her.“I know…” Sweetie leaned up so she could look into my eyes, “...but today's sex was more sensual, more intimate, like…you're saying goodbye, Are you breaking up with me?” “No!” I say, dragging my body up, completely caught off guard by her question, “Why would I break up with you?” “I don't know, it's just a crazy thought,” She replies, in a dismissive tone but I'm curious to know why she suddenly thinks that, cause I haven't even thought of it. “I…” My phone starts ringing, I don't even remember where I dropped it–in my suit pocket, I think. “Let me get that please,” Sweetie quietly rolls off my body,
Fabian's POV.“What is wrong with you Fabian? Why can't you get over this girl? You keep getting into continuous scandals with her and you don't even care what it's doing to your reputation or your Stephanie,” I pretend not to hear what she's ranting from across my desk.I stick my head in the paper before me, going through the files. “Answer me, Fabian,” She slams her hand on the desk. If I raised my head a second before she would have put her hand in my face.“What do you want me to do for you mother?” I ask. Offended by her distraction.“I want answers? What do I not know about you and your ex-wife that makes you crawl back to her even at her engagement party? Don't you have any shame? You had me panicking, looking for you! You weren't even healthy and yet you ran to her.” “Mother, I'm 34 years old. Old enough to make my own choices and be with whoever the fuck I want to be with. I'm busy right now and your noise is distracting me, please leave.” “I think I've given you enough ti
Pearl's POV.“I…I…that wasn't…” forming a proper sentence becomes difficult. Not sure I thought about what I'd say to him at that moment. “I was really scared. That's why I sent you the text,” “What text?” He asks, with slight irritation in his voice.“The…text I sent to you a day before,” “Pearl, we are both adults, and you have to own your mistake and stop lying to cover up because It makes me want to hate you even more!” “I'm not lying Philip, I sent you a text.” I defend myself.Philip breathes out exasperatedly, puts one hand in his pocket, takes out his phone with the other, taps on the screen a couple of times, and hands me the phone. “You can check if your ‘sent’ message is there,” I scroll through the messages. I'm sure I sent it to him. Why is it not here? I keep searching.“Did something happen?” Philip mocks me, “You didn't see the message you sent? And you expected me to see it.” He abruptly takes the phone from my hand. “Let's face the truth, Pearl, you still love you
Pearl's POV.My brother and I are sitting at the ends of our plush sofa, in my Father's home office. My hands are intertwined between my legs, my heart is drumming erratically in my chest, it could Pop out.I know. I know I fucked up, I'm not blaming anyone, I shouldn't have let him get to me. I should have ordered him to leave, and not ruin my day. But I just couldn't, I told myself I needed to talk to him. I thought it was going to be a quick conversation and I'll run back in and no one will know I spoke to him, that was the plan but I didn't know when I hugged. It was so soothing, it felt like home. It was peaceful like I was back to being my old self, with my Man–but he is no longer my Man. And it has landed me here, under the scrutiny of my father by seven am in the morning. My brother has refused to talk to me since last night. I know he's mad at me. He has the right to be. Maybe when he falls in love with someone genuinely one day, he'll see it's not that simple to detach. Yo
Fabian's POV.I can't go through the front because of how I'm dressed, so I sneak into the restroom area.When I start feeling dizzy again, I go into the men's room to pour some water on my face and rest a bit. But my adrenaline is pumping madly in my veins if I don't get to talk to my wife in the next few minutes. I'll lose my mind. When I come out of the men's room, I absentmindedly look sideways before setting my eyes on the path that leads to the….Wait a second! My eyes get sight of a man, standing at the entrance of the women's room. There's no one else in the hallway. Despite the strong urge to see Pearl, I feel this nudge to get close and know what's happening there. As I approach him, I notice he's talking. While talking to the person inside, his tone is hushed from a distance but as I get closer the words become clearer. I'm stunned when I realize it's Pearl's brother from a close distance.“Make me get this properly, 'cause I want to, How would you feel if I was getting ma
Fabian's POV.I clear my throat, “Hi! Am I speaking with Megan Pierce?” “Yes, it's me. And…who are you?” The curiosity in her voice is unabashed.“It's Fabian, Fabian Barlow,” My throat constricts.“Oh my Goodness, where are you now?” She asks.“I just left my office, are you still at the hotel?” I
Pearl's POV.The photographers arrange their cameras and get us to position. When Philip's hand rests on my hips, I repress a shiver.“Are you okay?” He whispers in a low voice.“Do we really have to do this? I thought it's usually before the wedding?” “Well, it usually is but our parents, to be c
Pearl's POV.My Dad's gonna kill me today, if he doesn't I just know I'm lucky.I put my phone on silent at the park because I didn't need any distractions, and now I've missed several calls from him. How am I going to explain that? As I fiddle with my makeup, my hand trembles. I apply red lipstick
Pearl's POV.“I don't understand,” I chuckle nervously, but it does nothing to lighten the atmosphere. He turns to me, his Piercing eyes make it hard for me to keep eye contact, and I lower my eyes a little. “You said you didn't know who he was, that was a lie,” I feel exposed, did Philip find ou







