Mag-log inLESLIE'S POV
Was I dreaming? Have I woken up in a parallel universe where I could have been so daring as to do something like this? “This…this,” I said as I grabbed the newspaper. What could I possibly say? It's not true? Liliana laughed loudly, attracting my attention. No wonder she had that look in her eyes earlier. When did she find out? Was it immediately I took that stupid move or did she discover through the blogs too? “Mum and Dad, I was there yesterday when it happened. I tried to stop her but she stupidly clinged to him, claiming he was her boyfriend,” Liliana chuckles. “I had to let her be.” I closed my eyes as mortification washed over me. And there I was thinking I had won, the whole time she was mocking me and watching me dig my own grave. Why did I ever try to rebel? I should have known someone like me could only sit back and watch when I was being bullied and mistreated. “Do you have any idea what you've done?” Mother screamed in my face. “If not for the Guilds’ close relationship with the Baxters, do you think such a powerful man would come to the Webster’s lowly celebration banquet? Yet, you went ahead to do this? Won't you be satisfied until you run this family to the ground?” As always, I lowered my eyes to the ground and didn't dare look up when she was scolding me. This time, she was right. How could I have been so stupid and careless? “Honey, say something.” She turns to her husband. “I already told you to chase this fool out of this house and remove her name from the family register but you refused. Have you seen the consequences of your choice now? The Baxters will ruin whatever is left of us. All for this mistress’s daughter.” “Can you keep quiet and let me think?” Father yelled. “Do you think I don't know how grave this situation is?” He turned to me. “Raise your head up, Leslie.” I did as he asked. “Why did you make this mistake?” “Why are you still asking her? It's obviously because the blood of a mistress runs in her veins. It's because she's a whore like her mother. She is ready to cling to any wealthy man so she can pave the way for herself,” Mother sneers and literally spits on me. I looked down to avoid the slimy liquid from getting in my eyes. I didn't dare wipe it off. “Leslie, answer the question I asked you.” “I didn't know. I'm sorry,” I said, my throat starting to get clogged. “There she goes again with the crocodile tears,” Liliana rolls her eyes. “See, Richard, we have to save ourselves before the Baxters come for us. We are innocent.” Mother returned to her seat. “Post a press release and let the world know our stance on this. We have no idea about what happened but we are willing to release the lady unto the Baxters to punish as they see fit.” It was what I expected Mother to say but my heart still clenched at her words. The people who were supposed to be my family were throwing me out to the wolf. “Who is there?” Mother calls out. I heard footsteps behind me but I didn't look back. “Lock Leslie in her room. Don't give her food or water until I say otherwise.” “Yes, Madam.” I didn't bother crying and pleading when they picked me up and started to drag me up the stairs. I have learnt from experience that it was of no use. I curled up into a ball when they pushed me inside and the click of the door sounded behind me. I turned to the door, noticing the amount of nail scratches on it from the number of times I have been locked up. I lean my head against it, my eyes tearing up. I was torn between sadness and fear. Sadness from the way I was being treated and fear from what Saint Baxter will do to me. He should have pushed me. At least embarrassment would be a better fate than whatever punishment would be meted out to me. I was stupid enough to give him all my money too. As if money was even the least of his worries. “Mum,” I sobbed. “Where are you? You're alive, aren't you? Then why are you hiding from me?” Mum would never have let me be treated like this. Mum would have fought for me. ~∆~ I blinked my eyes open as I heard the door clicking open. That was weird. Anytime Mother locked me, I was usually left for days, so long sometimes that I started to get worried that maybe they had forgotten me here. If my room didn't have enough ventilation from the small window, I would have died from suffocation. How long has it been this time? I moved back from the door just as a maid entered. “The whole family is waiting for you in the sitting room.” My heart dropped to my stomach again. That couldn't be good. “What time is it please?” I grabbed my aching head. “It's almost dinnertime,” she replied. I slept throughout the day, it seemed. I nodded and followed the maid down to the sitting room. Unlike the tense atmosphere during breakfast, everybody was relaxed as they lounged around on the sofa. “It's good that you sent out that press release on time,” Mother was saying. “Else, we might have been implicated in this lawsuit too.” What lawsuit? “Oh, you are here?” Liliana grins, announcing my presence. “That, right there, is a present for you.” I looked at the coffee table she was pointing at. There was an envelope on it. “Yes. Go ahead and take it.” Mother urged. Father, as usual, stayed silent and read the newspapers. I walked slowly towards the table, my legs shaky. I grabbed the envelope and opened it. A stack of papers was in it. I pulled them out and read the front page. ‘IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF BELLEVIEW STATE OF AURELIA SAINT ALEXANDER BAXTER, Plaintiff, Vs. LESLIE MARIE WEBSTER, Defendant. Case No.: 25-CV-9817 Assigned Judge: Hon. Rebecca M. Carlisle CIVIL COMPLAINT FOR: 1. Public Harassment 2. Unlawful Physical Contact 3. Emotional Distress & Reputational Damage 4. Public Misconduct. My eyes widened and I instantly turned the page as if to prove myself wrong but the words on the next page stared back at me as if mocking me. ‘The plaintiff, a well-known public figure worldwide, claims that on the evening of September 14th, at a private Guild Group banquet, the defendant aggressively approached, made unwanted physical contact, and then caused public disturbance, resulting in serious damage to the plaintiff's reputation and financial loss. Plaintiff claims that because of the Defendant's deliberate, careless, and emotionally unstable actions, unapproved photos and media conjecture about Plaintiff's private life were circulated.’ I turned the page again and kept reading until I got to Plaintiff Demands. 1.$25,000,000 in compensatory damages for damages resulting from the incident to the plaintiff's psychological distress, business reputation, and emotional well-being. 2. Punitive Damages of $50,000,000 to "reflect the gravity of Defendant's actions against a high-profile figure" and "discourage future misconduct." 3. $5,000,000 for the cost of a security upgrade for increasing the size of his private security detail as a result of heightened public awareness. 4. The costs of emotional distress therapy, which include mind-body treatment sessions, therapeutic retreats, and private psychiatric consultations, total $7,250,000. 5. A Full-Page Public Apology Is Required. 6. A Legally Binding No-Contact Order for 5 Years Barring Defendant from approaching within 100 meters of Plaintiff or any Baxter property worldwide. 7. A civil penalty of $13,000,000 for reckless endangerment. TOTAL MONETARY RELIEF REQUESTED: $100,250,000 (One Hundred Million, Two Hundred and Fifty Thousand Dollars) + Non-monetary penalties, public disclosures, and long-term restrictions. My legs gave out from under me and I collapsed to the ground.LESLIE'S POV I thanked Saint as he opened the door for me, gripping his hand like it was my lifeline as I alighted. Just like I expected, carrying these heels was difficult for me so I could only hold on to Saint for dear life.“Are you ready?" He asked as he moved my hand to his arm.No, I was not. I wanted to run to the other side, screaming.But instead of doing all these, I nodded and let him lead me to the intimidating double door standing at the end of the pathway. It was wooden and filled with intricate designs and symbols that I felt meant more than they look.He led me down a hallway while I gaped at the designs of the mansion. It carried the atmosphere of a century old building but still carried the elegance of a modern mansion.“Woah,” I said as we reached a section filled with pictures of several men and a woman. “What are these?" “They are the pictures of the past heads of the Baxter clan. The only woman there is my great grandmother. She was the only woman who managed
LESLIE'S POV"Why did you let her in?” He bellowed.I unconsciously took a step back, my heart in my throat. " I'm sorry. I had no idea who she was. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He didn't say anything and just turned around and returned to his room, my heart breaking with every step he took away from me.Have I ruined everything again?I walked towards the sofa with wobbly legs, sinking into it like I couldn't hold myself up again. My fingers find their way to my mouth, a habit I found myself doing whenever I was scared.What if he decided to get a divorce? What if he stopped helping me and then went ahead with the lawsuit?I leapt up from the chair before hurrying to his closed door. I would beg him if I had to. I needed him. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door opened and Saint appeared at the doorway. I was so shocked at his presence that I sprang back and lost my footing.Saint caught me by the waist before I could hit the ground. I clutched onto his forearm and pulled m
LESLIE'S POVMy limbs froze and I unconsciously took a step back. Right, the person that her eyes reminded me of was Saint. They had the same sparkling brown eyes.Why didn't I figure it out on time?“Saint, if you don't come out here, I will break down this door." Mrs Baxter shouted in front of me.I pressed against the wall, wanting to turn invisible. My finger dug into it as regret filled me. I already gave my mother-in-law a very bad first impression. What was I to do?She didn't stop hitting the door even after he refused to reply. Eventually, the door pulled open and a very tired looking Saint walked out.As I watched him frown down at his mother, I felt the overwhelming urge to go to him and smooth out the lines on his face. He looked better without them."So you really were in there.” His mum scoffed and folded her arms. Even if she was several heads shorter than him, she didn't look intimidated by the annoyed look on his face.“Weren't you sure I was before you rained your fi
LESLIE'S POVI toyed with my fingers as I paced in front of Saint's door like I have been doing for the past twenty minutes. After we had left the restaurant, Saint drove us home immediately, all thoughts of returning to the office forgotten.I had stayed plastered to my side of the car as he sped home, defying all traffic signs. I was scared but the murderous look on his face stopped me from complaining.He looked like he would kill anybody that spoke to him.After we got home, he shut himself up in his room and hasn't come out since. It has been four hours now.I couldn't take it anymore and moved to his door but every time I tried to knock, I chickened so I just stuck to pacing. My mind drifted to what happened to the restaurant as my steps faltered. The shock and confusion I had felt at the interaction washing over me again.I have never seen Saint so…so defeated. Who was that woman? Who was she to Saint? What happened between her and Saint? And most importantly, who was Diana?
SAINT’S POVI glanced at Leslie and shook my head. Her head stayed down as she peered down into her work iPad. It came with the job. I smiled as she scrunched up her nose. I noticed that she did that whenever she was confused about something.“You know lunch breaks exist so you can take a break from work, right?" I asked when I couldn't hold it in anymore.“There is so much for me to learn. I can't afford to slack for even a single minute." She didn't even look up at me. "Baxter Group is way more complicated than the Webster's." “Are you going to be doing that while talking about your mum as well?" I asked as I pulled into the restaurant's packing lot. “You know that is why we are here." She sighed and finally looked up at me. “About that…can we do it another day? I feel so nervous that I might die.”“Everything will be fine.” I reached out and squeezed her hand. My words and actions surprised even myself. She really had me doing things I never imagined doing.She nodded and pushed
LESLIE'S POVI stuttered as Saint's eyes remained trained on me. He was not backing down unless I answered him.What should I say? Saying no felt awkward since my husband was right in front of me and even asked me the question. Saying yes doesn't sound right either. We were in a contractual marriage and we haven't revealed our marriage to anyone either.Did he want to reveal it here?“Uhm…does my marital status have anything to do with me getting the job?” I asked hesitantly.“Not necessarily,” he shrugged and adjusted on his seat. “Mr Kevin here just seems very interested in you, seeing as he can't stop smiling whenever he looks at you.” He swung his eyes to the said man and Kevin paled and looked away.That was his reason for asking?I turned to the smiling man, he was no longer smiling though, who now had a name, Mr Kevin and gulped. Perhaps Saint was wrong and the poor man just liked smiling.“Sir, it's not like that–” Mr Kevin started.“Tell us, Miss Leslie, what is your marital







