Omniscient POV.Catherine, with the help of Carla, started her master program and while doing her masters, she met Carlos, a rich grandson and the only grandchild of T & K Fashion Group. The duo fell in love but what Carlos didn't know was that Catherine only loved him for his money.To Carlos, Catherine was his last bus-stop, his missing piece but to his lover on the other hand, he was merely her ATM, her ladder to climb up to success and her means of getting out of her wretched life.Carla on the other hand, was still into her fish business and at the same time, had a boyfriend with whom she was deeply in love with. Charles, Carlaâs boyfriend was also in love with her (so she had thought) and had always dreamt of becoming a surgeon but because of his poor family background, he couldnât pursue his dream.Being a dropout just like Carla, they both worked very hard hoping that one day, things would become better. Due to the love Carla had for Charles; she had been saving up without the
Omniscient POV.Carla was stunned by what she had seen at the airport. She couldn't move. She stood frozen, trying to process what she had witnessed. Her hands trembled, and her legs felt rooted to the spot as her mind raced.Several thoughts and questions began to run through her mind, wondering whom the lady was and if she had mistaken their relationship. Just so Charles wouldnât be aware of her presence, Carla avoided him at the airport.She watched as the unknown lady bid Charles goodbye and entered a cab. The unknown lady seemed oddly familiar, but she couldnât place where she had seen the lady before. Carla, who was lost in thought, was brought back into reality by her ringing phone. âHello, where are you?â, It was Charles on the line, asking for Carlaâs whereabouts. âI am at âĶâĶâĶâĶ. homeâ, Carla responded stammering, still trying to get over the shock of what she had seen."Okay. I just alighted from the plane, and I had thought you would come get me at the airport, but you are
Omniscient POV.Carla and Charles went on several dates after the proposal and a date was fixed for their wedding. As the wedding date was fast approaching, things took an unexpected turn. Charles had suggested Carla stopped her fish business and go back to school, which Carla accepted and promised to take a step towards that after their wedding.Since the night of the proposal, Carla had stopped suspecting Charles since he had explained whom the lady was and had declared his undying love for her and their daughter, Mia. Two weeks to their wedding, Carla got an invitation to her high school reunion.She had never gone in the past years as she had been busying trying to make a living. But since Charles was back and everything had begun to change, she decided to go and refresh her high school memories. What she didnât know was that, the decision she made of going, would be her worst decision ever.On getting to the reunion, she met her classmates and her best friend, Amelia who were so
Omniscient POVCarla sat there, dumbfounded by the words that just pierced her ears. She was lost in her own thought trying to process and figure out what she had just heard.Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, struggling to grasp the truth of what Ivory had just said. She was oblivious of her surrounding as she was lost in the storm of her emotions.âI âĶâĶ. but he told me you two are âĶâĶâĶâĶâĶ...â, Carla forced herself to say with a trembling voice, but was cut short by Ivory.âCan we talk outside if you do not mind?â, Ivoryâs voice, which was strangely calm and contrasting with Carlaâs inner turmoil said. Carla, holding onto her handbag for support, stood with her shaky legs, and followed Ivory with her heart pounding in her chest. As soon as they left, Amelia turned to face Catherine, with a 'What the Fuck is going on look' on her face, but Catherine only rolled her eyes before walking away.Both Ivory and Carla made their way to the restaurant's rooftop and as soon as they got the
Carla's POV. That night, I couldn't bear to find my way home. I was heartbroken, devastated and sad. I didn't know how to face the man I had spent years of my life loving. Dedicated my life to him, gave up my dream for him just to ensure he achieved his. But only to be repaid with betrayal, heartbreak and infidelity. I stood up from where I had sat, made my way down the rooftop but didn't go back into the restaurant. Instead, I walked around aimlessly and absentmindedly. I found myself in a park, where I sat for hours, staring blankly into the sky, as tears of pain, disappointment and betrayal rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't mentally and emotionally ready to see his face ...... to confront him ..... ask him why he did me so much bad. So, I opted to lodge at an hotel to gather my thoughts. But, that was one of the worst decisions I ever made. I dragged my drained soul to the hotel reception, wanting to lodge in but I couldn't believe whom I had seen there. It was Charles and his m
Carla's POV "What ..... What are you talking about? What mistress?" Charles questioned, feigning ignorance, pretending as if he didn't understand what I was talking about. His facial expression was so innocent that I would have believed he was innocent, if not that I had seen him myself. I scoffed, as I ravaged my hand through my hair, trying to calm myself down, while the other hand rested on my hip. "What the hell am I talking about? Are you fucking kidding me? Did you just feign ignorance right now?" I yelled, feeling frustrated at how well he could pretend. "Babe, calm down. What's going on? Are you nervous because of the wedding? I quite understand you but everything would be fine. You are going to make a beautiful bride that day" he said smiling, as moved towards me, trying to hold my hands but I refused. "Don't you dare touch me" I warned, as I yanked his hands away from mine. His smile faded away, confusion was written all over his face as if he didn't know what I was tal
âWho is there? I am coming!!â I heard the sweet and melodious voice of my friend Amelia yell. I was standing by her doorstep, drenched and looking distraught. After having run away from home, wanting to escape from the betrayal that was eating me up and choking me, I wandered around for a while, not knowing where to go. Eventually, I found myself standing at Ameliaâs front door, the only place I could go to for comfort. âCarla?â Amelia said, surprised to see me standing in the heavy rain, drenched. She hurriedly rushed to me and with her help, I got into her sitting room. âBabe? Whatâs the problem? Why are you like this?â she queried, upon we entering her apartment, with worry etched on her face. I was too emotionally troubled to say anything and instead of uttering some words, I burst into tears. One thing I loved about Amelia was that, she was the only one who understood me the most; the one who saw through the sadness behind my fake smile. Instead of her to probe me furt
Carlaâs POV. I woke up to the loud shrilling noise of the alarm clock. I was disgusted by the noise and couldnât help but grumble. âWhat the fuck is that? What kind of family is this? Canât I sleep in peace anymore?â I grumbled as I slowly rose from bed, forgetting that I was not the only one in the room. I stretched my body as I yawned, running my hands through my hair. I was in a world of my world, not until I heard a cough from behind me; a cough that was meant to get my attention. At that moment, I knew I had fucked up. âWhat the hell? Did I just abuse his family in his presence?â I silently thought, as I covered my face in shame. âWhen you are done abusing my face, would you mind facing me? We have an unfinished discussion, donât we?â his unstrained voice asked. With my eyes closed, I gradually turned to face him, scared of what awaited me. Opening my eyes, I got swept off my feet by what I saw right in front of me. There was a charming prince seated opposite me on
Carlaâs POV. âWhat ...... what did you just say?â my voice shook, and my eyes widened in disbelief. I was still trying to process the shock of what I heard when a voice emerged from the darkness. âJust exactly what you have heardâ a terrifying masculine voice replied, sending a chill down my spine. I could hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me from behind. Immediately Susan heard the voice and saw the being, she collapsed onto the floor in sheer terror. It was him â our subject of discussion. Finally, the footsteps stopped. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Summoning courage, I turned around to face him but instead of one, I was met with three familiar faces- Aunt Stephanie, Carlos and Catherine. That time around, Catherine wasnât sitting in her wheelchair- she was standing on her two legs, and it was then I realized that they had all been in the game together right from the onset. Their expression was unreadable, and their gazes were masked wit
Carlaâs POV. "WhatâĶ are you saying? What do you mean youâre carrying Carlosâ child? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?â I stuttered, finding it hard to wrap my head around her confession. âI know itâs hard for you to believe Miss, but I am telling the truth. I have been his sex toy for quite a long timeâ she whispered, lowering her gaze in shame. âWait, are you being real right now? You mean you and Carlos have been having something together behind my back?â My voice shook, with a mix of disbelief and anger. Hesitantly, she nodded her head, biting her lower lip as if she were afraid of my reaction. âI didnât do it on my own accord â he forced me. I sincerely wanted to tell you, but I didnât know how to inform you that I had been sharing your man with you all along. I am sorryâ. My heart pounded violently at her words. I felt numbness overpower my strength and I staggered, holding onto the rail for support. So, Catherine wasnât the only one he cheated on me with? Ano
Carlaâs POV. I was seated on the bed that day, looking at the pictures of Catherine, which I had taken in secret, meeting with people from Carlosâ company. I was trying to see if I would be able to find anything suspicious which I could use against her. Just then, my phone rung and it was a call from the person I least expected. At first, I didnât want to pick up the call but eventually I did, wanting to hear her out and hoping I would be able to get the evidence I needed from her. Upon picking the call, the receiverâs end fell silent. She neither made a sound nor spoke. I instantly became worried- thinking that something had happened to her, or she was in some kind of danger. âSusan, are you there?â I calmly asked, wanting to confirm if she was still with me. But she still didnât say anything. I stayed on the call for some minutes, hoping she would say something when she was finally ready. Tired of being left hanging, I threatened to hang up on her. âCall me when you are
Carlaâs POV. The days that followed were hell for me. I woke up every single day blaming myself for being the cause of their deaths. Although I wasnât the one who poisoned or pushed them off the rooftop, I was still indirectly involved in their deaths. âIf not for me, they wouldnât have died. If Catherine doesnât hate me, they would still be aliveâ I kept on telling myself every day. Day by day, Carlos became distant. He barely came home and whenever he did, he was always drunk to stupor. He became a nuisance and stopped going to the company. Uncle Chris had to fill in his position at the company, just to ensure everything ran smoothly.He refused to bury them, hammering on the fact that he needed time to accept that they were finally gone. I had approached him on several occasions, requesting us to talk but his response was always: âI have nothing to say to youâ. After that encounter, Susan resigned and left the mansion. I wasnât even aware of that until I heard it from one o
Carlaâs POV. âYou may leave nowâ Aunt Stephanie instructed Susan, who was still on her knees, crying. Sluggishly, she rose to her feet and made her way to the door but before she stepped out of the room, she looked at me. Her eyes were filled with regret and longing. There was heaviness in them â a silent desperation for my forgiveness. Tears escaped her eyelids, slowly trailing down her cheeks â tears of the apology, she couldnât bring herself to say. And with that, she walked away, never looking back. âYou are lucky that Carlos intervened in this matter. If I was left alone to decide what to do with you, I would have made you rot in jail forever. Like Carlos said, go and never come back. I never want to see your face in the house again, you bitch!!â Aunt Stephanie roared. âLetâs go, Catherine. This murderer isnât worth our timeâ she further said, grabbing the wheelchair handle, ready to wheel Catherine out of the room. âCan you go ahead first, Aunt? I would love to have a c
Carlaâs POV. Finally, the door creaked open, and Aurora stepped in, with Susan trailing behind her. Susan hesitated by the door, her eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding everyone's eyes. âCome inâ Carlos commanded, gesturing for Susan to walk in. She obeyed and stood in front of Carlos. âNow, face her and repeat all that you had told me in her presenceâ he ordered, his gaze not leaving Susanâs face. The look in Susanâs eyes was full of guilt and fear which hinted that she had already chosen her side. Before she opened her mouth to talk, I had already known where that was going to end. Susan swallowed hard; her hands clenched in front of her. She let out a heavy breath before she finally looked up at me for the first time since she entered. The betrayal in her eyes said it all. That she wasnât on my side â she never was. âI ... Iâ she stammered, taking a pause before she continued. âI poisoned the food. Miss Carla told me to do so. She never said the drug would make them die.
Carlaâs POV. âCarla, open the damn door!!â the loud banging on the door, pulled me out of my slumber. For the past four days that I had gotten back into that house, I had not been able to get a good sleep because of the reoccurring dream of Zoe calling onto me to join her, every time I shut my eyes. I was just about to get some sleep when I heard the banging on the door. âCarla, I know you are in there. Open this damn door right now or else, I am going to break it down!!â I heard Carlos' yell again, continuously banging on the door. I could hear Aunt Stephanieâs voice, telling him to calm down. I was too weak to get up. Nothing had passed through my esophagus in the past four days, not even water. I didnât have the appetite to eat. I just locked myself up in Zoeâs room for days, drowning myself in sorrow. No one bothered to check up on me â not even Carlos. But now that they were standing at the door, I wondered what the problem was. I gathered the last of my strength and
Carlaâs POV. I was left all alone, feeling abandoned. The disdainful feeling of being betrayed collided with that of mourning. I was mourning the death of my loved ones and at the same time, burning with rage at the ones that had forsaken me. âHow could Catherine have gone this far? She even killed her son just to see me fall? Is she truly that heartless?â those questions lingered on my mind as I curled myself up in a corner of the room. The room was enveloped by silence, and I couldnât have been more frustrated and despairing. I needed someone to console me â to assure me that everything would be okay. I wanted someone to come to save me, but no one did - not even Carlos. The only being who had always paid attention to me and consoled me was gone and ironically, I was being accused of being her murderer. I felt like I was locked out of the world. I couldnât stand up from where I was curled. I just remained there for what felt like eternity, slowly embracing sadness and sile
Carlaâs POV. At the point where I was fixated, tears slowly escaped from my eyelid, streaming down my eyes. I was left all alone â abandoned by the man I had thought would believe me and stay by my side. âIf everything Catherine said turns out to be true, I will make you regret ever messing with my family. I wonât allow my motherâs killer to go scot-free. Trust meâ Aunt Stephanie threatened before angrily storming out of the room, with Aurora and Uncle Chris trailing behind her. But not without them eyeing me disgustingly. I was left all alone with Catherine, who was putting a satisfying and mockery smile on her face. âCatherine, why are you doing this to me again? What have I done to deserve all this? Just why?â I asked her tirelessly, my voice barely a whisper. I was too exhausted to yell â too tired to fight back. Carlosâ hurtful words drained out all the energy I had left within me and my desire to expose Catherineâs lies and be clean of the accusations slowly began vani