Joan's POV
I was sitting in my usual spot in the back of the class, trying to focus on the talk show going on. It was hard to pay attention, though, with the constant buzz of chatter and laughter around me. As I turned my head to look at the clock, I saw Fredrick enter the room, looking around with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and turned back to face the front of the room, determined to ignore him. But it was of no use. I could feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of my head. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around slowly, dreading what I knew was coming. Sure enough, Fredrick was standing there, his trademark smirk in place. "Hey, Joan," he said, his voice low and seductive. "How about you and I ditch this boring class and go have some fun?" I glared at him, trying to convey my anger with just one look. "No, thank you," I replied through gritted teeth. "I'm not interested in whatever you're selling." But Fredrick was persistent. "Come on, Joan," he persuaded, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "I said no!" I yelled, my voice rising in frustration. "I'm not interested in you, Fredrick. You're nothing but a player, and I'm not about to be one of your conquests." Fredrick's smirk disappeared and was replaced with a look of anger. "You think you're too good for me, huh?" He asked, his voice cold. "You think you're better than all the other girls I've been with?" I felt my face flush with anger. "I am not like all the other girls you've been with," I responded, my voice shaking with emotion. Fredrick suddenly leaned in close, his breath hot on my face. "Why not, Joan?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. "What's wrong with being my girl?" I pushed him away, my heart racing. "Because I don't want to be your girl," I said, my voice trembling. "I want to be my person, not defined by some guy." I could see the anger building in Fredrick's eyes, and I knew I had to get out of there. I stood up, my legs shaking, and quickly gathered my things. "Joan, you should consider Fredrick's offer," Anna commented, her voice pleading. "He's a great guy, and he likes you a lot." I shook my head, my anger still simmering just below the surface. "I don't care how great he is; I don't want to be with someone who only sees me as a conquest." Anna looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "You're being harsh." And with that, I left the classroom and went into the hallway, with Fredrick tagging along. Fredrick tried hugging me, but I drifted back and slapped him for trying to hug me without my permission. The slap echoed through the empty hallway, the sound reverberating off the walls. Fredrick stumbled back, his hand going to his cheek in shock. "What the hell, Joan?" His eyes blazed with anger. I stared at him, my anger still simmering. "Don't ever touch me without my permission again," I warned, my voice low and deadly serious. "Or I'll do a lot worse than a slap." Fredrick looked at me, his face a mask of fury. "You're not going to get away with this." His voice was a low growl. Classes for the day were over, and I walked out of the school, my heart pounding as I saw Fredrick standing by the gate. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. I started to walk past him, but he reached out and grabbed my arm. "We're not done," he said, his grip tightening. "You can't just slap me and then walk away." "You can't just turn me down and go scot-free. You'll have to be my girl or face the consequences otherwise." "Get away, you asshole!" I yelled. I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip was too strong. "Let me go," I demanded, my voice trembling. "Not until you apologise," he replied, his voice cold and hard. Fredrick's friends arrived there, and together they bullied me. I tried to defend myself, but they were too strong for me. I tried to fight back, but Fredrick and his friends were too much for me. They pushed me to the ground, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I was outnumbered and overpowered, and I knew I was in trouble. I closed my eyes, waiting for the first punch to land. Suddenly, I heard a voice shouting from somewhere in the distance. "Leave her alone!" it said, the words ringing out like a shot in the quiet afternoon. I opened my eyes and saw Anna running towards us, her face red with anger. When Anna got close, one of Fredrick's friends held Anna and pushed her away. Fredrick picked up a brick nearby and aimed at me. My heart stopped as I saw what was about to happen. I tried to cry out, but the words stuck in my throat. Time seemed to slow down as I watched the brick fly through the air, headed straight for me. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. When it didn't come, I opened my eyes and saw that Anna had stepped in front of me, her arms outstretched to stop the brick. "No!" she screamed. "You can't do this!" The brick hit her in the side, and she crumpled to the ground. Fredrick took another brick and threw it at me, and this time it hit me on the head. There was a sickening crunch as the brick connected with my head. I felt the world go dark, and then everything went silent.My vision was blurred, and I couldn't focus on anything. I tried to call out, but no sound came out. I closed my eyes again, feeling panic start to take over. What had happened? Where was I? Was I going to be okay?In a penthouse far from the world's trouble, Joan and Fred had just gotten the best news yet: she was pregnant with their second child after their first child, Janet.Their happiness was boundless; it was a miracle yet again. Fred held onto Joan’s waist, swimming her in the living room as they danced to the song made by the trees that surrounded them, while Janet clung to their feet, dancing around with them.It’s been three years since they had problems that were out of the ordinary—three years of utter bliss and love at their peak. And there were no enemies at their doorstep; they were so far from world trouble that they had forgotten what it felt like to be hated.After the gunshot at Joan’s wedding, Sophia shot herself and died at the reception. The wedding made news about how the billionaire's daughter shot her ex-boyfriend on his wedding day.Everyone criticised them for making her lose her own life; they trolled her for being his stepsister until they found out what really warr
Joan’s POV“You can take a look now,” the makeup artist said, turning the drafting chair so I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was left speechless, and she placed the veil on my head, making my heart jitter.It looked so beautiful. I looked this beautiful, and it was a surprise to me at my wedding that I wouldn’t see my reflection till the final touch, just staring at the final touch.“Do you like it?” She said, patting my cheek with a makeup brush.“It’s perfect"“Well, I hope the groom is more shocked than you because you look stunned," she said, and with a fine touch, she kissed my forehead.It was my wedding day, and I had been up since 5 a.m., but it was worth it; the look was perfect.Few hours from now, Fred and I would be arriving in the church to exchange our vows before the reception, and even after so much planning, I still felt a knot in my belly, my heart pounding and my hands itching to be held by him.I imagined what he would look like and what his reaction woul
TWO YEARS LATERJoan’s POVThe weather seemed so cold today. I stretched my hands to feel his body, but it's nowhere to be found—not even close enough after rolling to the edge of the bed.“Baby,” I whispered, yet nothing at all"Babe, where are you?"Yet it was all so quiet. I waited a little; maybe he went to the bathroom. Looking at the side of the bed, it’s just 6 a.m. in the morning, so he either went for a run or would be back soon, so I waited, but it clocked nine and I was still on the bed.It’s a Saturday, and not just like every Saturday, it’s my birthday. I had expected him to wake me up with kisses and maybe good morning sex, but no, he chose to go out instead. I felt so disappointed in him.Picking up my phone I called him, but his phone was ringing, and he wasn’t answering. Fred was a sucker for his smartphone; he only slept two inches away from it every night, so I could swear that he saw my calls and heard all my endless voice messages, and he chose to ignore them.It
Fredericks POV“Never!”Dad turned immediately, shooting the first person who was unfortunate enough to be at the mercy of the pistol.George….“No!"Rushing towards him, I yanked the gun from his hands and pointed it at him.“Frederick, don’t shoot him; he can’t run anywhere now." George, who had just been shot in the arm, said he was bleeding on the floor and had now been carried away by the paramedics.Then I stared back at this embarrassment of a father. He held a smug look on his face as she stared deadpan at me.“You don’t have what it takes to pull the trigger; you think having balls like a man makes you any stronger; no, it doesn't; do your worst; you are just like me anyway.""Never; I am nothing like you; I never will be." I yelled, forbidding whatever he said. I had fought too much to remove that thought from my mind. I didn’t waste money on so much therapy just so he could look me in the eye and call me a replica.I was nothing like my father—nothing at all.“Fight it all
Fredericks POVAnother round of sex, a little kiss on the chin, some I love you and love you too, and she was good to go. I had just dropped Joan off at her school when I was driving back home.It’s been tough. So tough, but with all that had happened, at least I came out strong. The money from the inheritance was big enough to get me a house on the other side of the city, and I am currently building a car repair store. I had this undyinfnpassing for carsIt has always been my dream to own something like this, and somehow the universe came up to me at my lowest, gave me a fortune, and set me on the right path, which I took with the help of mom and Joan. I couldn’t be any happier, and even if I could, I knew it wouldn’t be different from this feeling I had inside.The feeling of utter bliss and no confusion, the calmness needed to pursue a dream I always wanted, the family support, and everyone else needed to get the perfect kickstart.And with time, I have come to understand that fami
Joan’s POVAfter mom's surgery, we were to go home and probably come to pay her regular visit, but that wasn’t the only good thing that had happened.Fred and I left the hospital and went back home, just to hear West crying. It was concerning, given the fact that Lisa should be consoling him, but he was banging on the door and crying bitterly when Fred and I pulled up at the house.“Hey baby, I am coming,” I said, rising towards the door and hitting on it so Lisa would open the door. I hoped she didn’t vent her anger on the little child who did absolutely nothing to cause her this much misery, but it seemed she wasn’t going to open the door, so Fred called her, endlessly hoping she would open the door but still doing the same thing.“Did she lock us out for good? You gave her the house, didn’t you?”“Yes, but is it not too quick to throw us out? I mean, I have things in there too." We started off by calling her name and banging on it even more. But it's still the same thing.“Move asi
Joan’s POVThe headaches, the gut feeling that made me want to sleep for a whole three days, and this crippling depression that I felt at the corner of my eyes made me feel like throwing up, but I didn’t drink beer; there was no throwing up here.I was just made to suffer the hangover coupled with this level of sadness that came over me the moment I opened my eyes. It's already morning, like most of the morning we had in this house. I wasn’t prepared to stand; I just wanted to survive the day while doing absolutely nothing.But it was mom's surgery; she needed me there. At least I can’t stay here or let Fred go all alone; it’s suicide, but seeing his face would be the end of me. I don’t want to know if he woke up well this morning or barely slept last night. I didn’t want to have the slightest affect shown towards me by him.I just wanted him out.But then again.Hospital..Mom…So I stood from my bed, then sluggishly carried my body to the bathroom. I was wrecked of sweat and liquor,
Joan’s POV“What?”“Yes, so just so you know, before you start blaming me for everything that has happened, I saw your message in the damn hospital. Get your head straight for once in your life, would you?"“Is mom okay? Where is she? What happened to my mother?" I yelled, pulling his collar. If anything were to happen to mom, I wouldn’t survive past today, and I made him know that with the way I reacted.“She’s fine, just a little seizure, and the surgery commences tomorrow, so we have to be there tomorrow unfailingly in the morning, and here you are, blaming me for taking time to see our mother; you are just, ahh, what will I do with you?”“Don’t talk to me like that; how would I have known?" I whined, feeling the pain of guilt down my chest; the liquor I had taken quenched, and my little uproar of courage died. I found myself wanting to cry again, but my eyes were tired, and if they had a mind of their own, I bet they would purge out of the socket. I had cried way too much today, b
Joan’s POVInside mom's room was the same as Jones's too, which this couple had defied; the broken vase was no longer there, so either Fred or his mother had cleared it because I wouldn’t, and not just that, I hope she hasn’t dented my mother's property because she was looking for something to steal; I won’t be quiet if that was what she was looking for.I would expose her to the world, and she would be dragged into it for the rest of her life. They could torment me all they wanted, but never my mother; she was too good to be despised continuously.Eagerly ruffling through everywhere till I finally saw a key similar to what she had explained, relief flushed over me.“Finally!”The tag and the address were just tagged at the side, and from the looks of it, wherever this warehouse was, it would take me an hour to get there, but since it was the only way I could find happiness on a day like this,.Why not?Shoving it in my pocket, I walked out of the room. I made my way out of the room j