Flashback to 30 minutes ago Clara couldn't stand the embarrassment anymore. She took her phone and placed a call to Tristan. "Hey!" He said simply. Clara was shocked because of the way he addressed her. It was either he said, "Hello, babe! Or My love!"Seeing him call her Hey sent chills of fear over her body. Nevertheless, it wasn't the right moment to react. She wasn't in a good mood. "I want to leave the party now. Meet me in the car," She said in a commanding tone, hung up, and strode out of the party.The duo met in the underground park, entered the car and their chauffeur drove off.After some minutes, they got to Clara's house. Clara waited for a while, hoping Tristan would get down and open the door for her, however, it was what she least expected. "Go inside. We will talk better tomorrow," Tristan let out, staring at the space.His eyes were expressionless and there was an inexplicable emotion in his face. It was hard to depict what was running through his mind at th
The Next Day I woke up with great energy. I stretched lazily while yawning. My eyes were still closed so I didn't realize someone was in my room, sitting on my bed and looking at him with keen interest.I was startled when I saw his face as soon as I opened my eyes. It was Tristan. "Jesus!" I exclaimed, holding my chest and widening my eyes. Who would have expected to see him in my room very early? He had never come to my room for no reason and I do not pray he starts doing that now.I checked the calendar and also discovered it wasn't the time of the month when I always go to pump blood for my beloved. I couldn't place a finger on the reason he might be in my room. " You startled me," I mumbled, looking away emotionlessly. "Er... You have been living without fear lately," He let out, setting his eyes on my shoulders.I scoffed and rolled my eyes. As expected, he wasn't happy that I was not dancing to his tune and I was behaving nonchalantly recently. "So? If I could remember
" Why would Tristan come here?" She raised a question in her mind and shrugged her shoulders. It was nothing. It was impossible for Tristan to follow her here.Alyssa's POV After I decided on becoming a model because I wanted to torment Clara while following my passion. I made sure I did enough research about the agency she worked for.During my research, I found out she worked for "Star Modeling Agency" and they also had a rival in the entertainment business world. Which is, "Shine Modeling Agency"Immediately, I copied the CEO's number and put a call across. We booked an appointment and we agreed to meet in a restaurant.After discussing, we agreed on some things and he asked me to come to the agency to sign the contract. I couldn't hide my excitement.I can't wait to give Clara a taste of her medicine. I am not the Alyssa they all knew. I am different and I refuse to be treated like a speck of dirt.Clara's House.Tristan dashed into her bedroom and met her on the floor with empt
Her shock was replaced by revulsion. Her eyebrows creased and she raised them in a questioning manner. I chuckled and nodded, "Yeah! Isn't that what we call the people who got into the industry before us? I am humble, Miss Clara, please guide me the best way you can," I lowered my head slightly, and a sly smile was plastered on my lips.Clara gritted her teeth and tightened her fists. She raised one of her hands, pointing at me, "Isn't... Why...." She scoffed, releasing a heavy breath, and not knowing the right statement to utter. Inwardly, I knew she was feeling like she should pounce on me and decorate my face with smacks or punches.Well, too bad. We are in the public and she couldn't afford to show her bad bitch side to people who have been seeing her as the main lead and a gentle dove.I smirked inwardly. Let's see how long you can hold in "Okay! Okay!! Okay!!! Enough of the familiarity. Let's get started. We still have a long day ahead," He shouted, clapping his hands.I chuck
I couldn't stop cracking up inwardly. Stupid. I have always known she couldn't control her emotions. She always allows her sentiments to get the best part of her and I would be inclined to use that against her now. She needed to have a taste of her medicine. "What! What have you done, Clara?" The photographer asked, talking to her without honorifics.Clara was dumbfounded. "I... I... Didn't push her. I just..," Her lips and voice quivered. "Shut up. We all saw you push her. And it was all because she showed her concern to you," The manager also shouted. Tears rolled out of her eyes. She hated being shouted at. It makes her feel insecure. "Just start praying nothing happens to her," The photographer who had despised the way she performed today let out in a threatening tone.*. *I was carried to the car and was driven to the hospital.I was taken to a ward and an I.V drip was administered to me immediately. I was enjoying it all.Without knowing, the drip made me sleep off.
Tristan's POV The feeling of admiration surged in my belly when I saw my wife, Alyssa Arnold, dancing beautifully in the living room.The impulse to get up and grab her waist was so strong and almost impossible to control but I did.And I swear, if not for Clara's intervention, I would have pounced on her after catching a glimpse of her fresh coochie. I just realized how much I have missed my wife. We've been married for two years yet I have only touched her once.Everything about her was different, however, I love the new change. It was making me curious to know what her next change would be. "Take your bed warmer home. She's stressed," Her thin voice echoed in my ears like a moan. My groin hardened at the sound of her. My hands moved slightly, attempting to grab her tiny waist but I stopped myself. "What! She just called me your bed warmer, Tristan. Can't you hear her call me that? Do something, Tristan. You have to teach her a lesson as you have always done, Tristan. Answe
Tristan got to his room and took a deep breath. He practically lost his mind because of Alyssa's screams.Why would she react that way? I thought we both enjoyed ourselves last night and that makes us settle our rift. He was unsure of how to handle the situation at hand.*. *. * Tristan just got out of the bathroom when I dashed into his room without knocking. Before he could react, I hit him hard on his face. "How dare you, Tristan? How dare you? How could you take advantage of a drunk woman? I have always known you as a beast but I never thought you were capable of doing this to a weak woman," I yelled, spewing sore words.He opened his mouth to talk but I beat him to that, "Can you just shut it? I will do the talking and you shall do the listening. I don't know what happened and I don't know how it transpired, I just want you to know that you are not just a beast to me but a shameless rapist,"Saying this, I rolled my eyes, hissed, and turned to leave.Nevertheless, I didn't see
Tristan's POVI was surprised when I heard what the doctor said. Clara needed blood and her blood type is rare. Only Alyssa had her type of blood and she has been helping by giving Clara some of her blood anytime I asked for it, even though it was always forcefully. Now, I have been left in a dilemma, Clara needed blood and I can't call Alyssa for help anymore. I was still thinking of what to do when I heard Clara's scream from her ward. And that was it; I subconsciously took out my phone and dialed Alyssa's number. Inwardly, I was wishing she wouldn't pick up but she did at the second ring. "How may I help you?" She asked immediately she picked up the call. Her voice was cold and laced with hatred. My heart tinged at that, I wondered if she could ever truly love me again. What! Did I just hope for her love? What is wrong with me? I was still lost in my thoughts when her cold, yet sweet voice jerked me out. "Do you want to talk or should....," "Clara is sick," I hurriedl