Jane's p.o.vI screamed into the phone, my voice echoing off the walls of our mansion. "How could you be so stupid to want to even try that, Natasha? What the hell do you mean by Ethan has began a special investigations? And to hell with that! We had a plan, and now it's blown up in our face and what we need to do right now is find a way to subdue it! Ethan must not know I have any hand in this OK? Or you go down even before that ever happens!"Natasha's voice trembled on the other end of the line. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am. I just don't know what to do anymore. If we get caught —if I get caught."I paced back and forth a Ross the room, my high heels clicking on the marble floor of our mansion. "Then you shut the fuck up and let me think of something. I initiated this plan and it is my responsibility to end it. All you need to do henceforth is watch and keep your damn mouth shut. Understood?"Natasha's sniffled, and I could picture her tears streaming down her face. "Yes—Yes, Ma'am."I hel
Ethan's p.o.vI stepped out of my car and onto the sidewalk, the bright morning sun a stark contrast to the dark cloud of anxiety that had been following me since last night. The media frenzy surrounding my company, had been simmering for weeks, ever since the allegations of design theft had surfaced. We had managed to quell the storm with the help of a skilled hacker or so we thought untill it seemed to resurface last night, this time with more evidences of various designs and with a vengeance.As I approached the office building, I was met with a sea of paparazzi, their cameras and microphones thrusting forward like weapons. The swarm of reporters parted to let me through, each one shouting questions and trying to get a reaction. I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the entrance, and pushed through the crowd. The lobby was just as chaotic, with investors and partners milling about, their faces etched with concern and disappointment. I spotted a few familiar faces, people who had b
Ethan's p.o.v 'Spill the tea! It looks like The Slades' Empire is at it again! Rumor has it they've been stealing designs from others to fuel their growth. Like, girl, if you can't create your own, maybe it's time to step aside? Novices trying to make it big by riding on others' genius? Not.On.My.Watch. #SladesEmpire #DesignDrama #Originalitymatters.' My head banged as I paced around the living room, abandoning my meal as the I*******m story replayed in my head. It got worse with the incessant calls blowing up my other phone. "I don't know father," I held my head, blowing out hot air from my mouth. "Because what the hell was that? Why would anyone try to sabotage us like that by carrying fake news about the company." "This isn't good son. A million likes and hundreds and thousands of comments under twenty four hours!" my father's voice almost broke on the phone. "We need to summon an emergency meeting right now. There's need to contain this from escalating any further. I need you t
Ethan's p.o.v "What is this I am hearing, Ethan? How do you mean you got another girl pregnant when my daughter has been with you for seven good years without one," Mr. Landon yelled at me as we gather around the dinning table in their mansion. I have been summoned by Jane's parents following Jane's explanation of my situation with Hailey and Dylan to them. They have gone completely ballistic about the issue claiming there's no way they can ever accept such. Mr. Landon most especially. And for once, I really wish Jane never did. "It was a really long time ago, Mr. Landon. It wasn't—" I tried to explain. "I don't want to hear it, Ethan. You will fix this and that will be that you get my daughter pregnant and give this family an heir," he ordered. "What?" "It's an order, Ethan. I order you do that within a space of just six months only," Mr. Landon bellowed even more. "But Sir, you can't just order me to do something that should be an agreement between Jane and I. I am married to
Hailey's p.o.v My teeth bit hard on the pillow as my scream blurred due to ecstasy. The one Craig has been kind enough to make me live in. He and I has been seeing each other ever since and he has been nothing but a complete gentleman. "Ah, Fuck, Craig," I exclaimed as his thrust got deeper from behind me. This is like our third round today and I swear it is all worth it. His dick better than any other man I have ever met. "Harder, Craig. Faster." He obeyed and in one swift, he withdrew his dick after we both climaxed , spreading his warm glory on my back instead. "Fuck. That was so good," I said with panted breath, as we lay beside each other after a good cold shower. "Oh. Better than Ethan and your son's father?" Craig's brow asked in conjunction with his lips. I giggled in response. "Best of them all." Craig's hand caressed my shoulder. "Why did you do it, Hailey? Why did you bring your child with another man to be Ethan's son?" "Because he deserves it," I retorted.
Freya's p.o.vClara flinched as she turned, her phone dropping from her hand. "Ma... Ma'am. You...You are here," she stuttered in shock."Yes, I'm here, Clara. Now, who the hell was that? Who the hell is Jane? And what the fuck are my designs doing in your hands?" I gnashed at her, trying my best not to explode completely yet.She fidgeted, trembling and darting her eyes around instead, avoiding eye contact."Answer me now, Clara or I swear on my grandma's grave you'd be sleeping in prison not only for tonight but also for the rest of your life.""I'm so... I'm so sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to. It wasn't my intention—" she begged."That isn't what I asked you, Clara. Who the hell is Jane and what are my designs doing in your hands? Those were the questions."Still refusing to talk, I said instead,"Perhaps one or more cops will make you speak," returning back to the living room to grab my phone.She scurried behind me whining and begging. "No. No. No. Please no. I'll speak. Jane's..."