Linda's POV
“A maid?” He exclaimed. We were now in the elevator, heading up.I wanted to take him to his room so he could drop his things off, but mainly, I also wanted to know where he would be staying so if anything bad happened, I would know where to get him.I know, I know, I was being over dramatic. But you don’t know, my brother’s premonitions almost always happened.And as much as my heart still bled when I thought about what Mitch and Ben did to me, it did not mean that I did not still care for them.I certainly did and was not going to allow anything bad to happen to either of them.“Yes, Mitch, you heard me. I came here to work as a maid.”“Linda, are you joking? Because you must be.” He stepped out of the elevator when it had come to a stop, the automated doors opening.“And look…” he stopped in his tracks after I had stepped out of the elevator. “I don’t have anything against maids. I personally think it’s a great job and they are doing wonderful by helping to keep places clean. But…”“But what?”“But most of those people who work as maids do so because it’s one of their only ways of earning a living, Linda,” He explained.“But you…you have it all. Sorry to bring him up but even though Chris did that, and if you two happen to get divorced, which I’m not saying you would; you would still have millions in your name.”I swallowed, feeling some conviction due to what my ex had just explained. It made a whole lot of sense.But this was something that I really wanted. “You…you don’t understand, Mitch. I’m sick of it all. I am. I really am.”“Sick of having it all?” He raised an eyebrow as he began to walk.I followed him. “It’s lonely at the top. I don’t feel like I’m living. Wanting to have it all and then finally getting it, that feeling of fulfillment dies.”“Hmm,” he mumbled in response, looking around for his door number. “Then maybe you should try doing something new instead of trying to be a maid?” He shrugged.I don’t if it was just me but it felt like he was having an attitude. And for what? It was not like he was the one going to be a maid.“You don’t think I did? You have no idea what it's like,” I replied to him.We came to a stop by a door that had the number 206 on a tag on top of it. It must have been his door because he was now using the keycard that he was given at the front desk.“Says the one living in a billion-dollar mansion,” he said under his breath and then snorted out a small laugh.But I heard him well. And it confirmed that truly he did have an attitude.“Do you have a problem with this?” I asked him as we walked into his room.He waited until I was in before he closed it and proceeded to find a place to put his suitcase.“I do,” he chuckled the words out. “You’re being ungrateful and want to play maid for a while forgetting that there are many people who do their jobs just to get something to eat.”His words were like a knife to my heart. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, threatening to spill but I held them back with everything I could.This whole thing reminded me of why he and I used to argue when we were still together.He never tried to hear me out or understand me when I expressed how I felt about something.He always wanted to be the one to speak and be right, which in turn made everyone else wrong.“Ungrateful? Really?” My tone was getting cold. “After everything I just explained, that’s your take on it all?”He was done putting his suitcase away, but left mine by the door. He almost had mine packed too but then he realized that it wasn’t his or that I was not staying in the same room as him.I folded my arms on my chest and waited for a response from him.He stood still and watched me for a few seconds before replying, “I was just being honest. You’re being a child, Linda.”I could feel my anger boiling. “Don’t call me that,” I warned him.“Seriously? You want to leave a life of luxury and happiness for a life of struggling? And just because you’re bored?” He seemed annoyed.But I was way past annoyed now. I was pissed. “Ughhh!” I pulled on my hair. “You’re so…you’re so messed up!”“Are you sure that I’m the one?” He scoffed faintly.I could not take it anymore. I already had too much on my mind. I had not even processed my husband cheating on me yet and now I had to face this?“You know what? I’m leaving,” I said in defeat, afraid that if I was going to remain there, that I was going to say or do something that I’d regret.“That’s what you’re good at, walking away when it’s time to talk about the hard things.”I ignored him and continued to walk towards the door.“Linda, don’t walk away from me, we’re not done here,” he added.Before opening the door, I turned to him and said, “You’re one sick human being. And might I remind you that we’re not together anymore, so don’t you f*cking talk to me like that and god knows what I will do to you.”“You should direct your brain threats to your husband that cheated on you, not me, Linda.”The adrenaline coursed through me, and man, was I pissed!“I’m so glad we’re not together anymore. You have no idea how glad I am. But if this is how you treat my brother, he should not have even said yes to being engaged to your sorry a**.”He started to say something else, but I did not listen, I opened the door, walked right out and slammed it closed very hard.Linda's POVI had my suitcase in his room and I wanted to get it but there was no way that I was going to do that. I was going to make sure to wait until he goes out before going in there to get it, with the pretense of cleaning.I headed to the elevator, livid about what had just happened. I wanted to rip Mitch’s throat out and wanted to break his engagement with my brother but I decided that I was just being impulsive. Even though I hated what he had just done, I was not willing to take my anger far.“Hi,” Someone said when I entered the elevator. The person was a girl my age and she looked Asian. I flashed her a warm smile despite how I felt. I was so proud and impressed by myself.Because honestly, I felt like breaking down almost every second, since I found out about Chris and Meghan.I was trying my best to push it all out of my head and pretend that it was all just a dream but man, my heart freaking hurt!“Um…I’m sorry to trouble you, but are you Linda Wells?” I was taken a
Linda's POVDid this woman just ask me for money? The manager of all the workers of one of the biggest hotels in the country just asked me for money?“You know…as an incentive,” Nora said before giving me a wink. “It’s only fair since I would be putting my job and reputation on the line for you,” She added when she noticed I had not responded yet. Money was not the issue, I had a lot of that in my account. But my problem here was using it. I had a fair share of cash in my name but most of it was from Chris, a lot in his name. He had told me to use any of it if I wanted to but still…after what had happened with him cheating on me, I did not want anything to do with him. “Um…”“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that look
Linda's POVLooking into the forest green eyes of the guy, I found myself a bit flustered, and I could not tell why. Or maybe I could, maybe it was due to the obvious fact that the guy was very attractive. I really don’t get how anyone could reject him. He had it all; the money, the style, the fame, the influence. He was a whole package. “Hello there,” He spoke to me in a smooth voice. It was like listening to soft jazz on a wonderful evening while the gentle breeze blew. I don’t know what I expected him to sound like but I think one thing that I expected was a french accent. But there was none whatsoever. He spoke just like an american. From the way he was speaking, no one could tell he was even French unless they knew him to be. “Hi,” I replied to him, trying my best to be polite. But someone had to tell him, someone had to tell this guy to stop looking at me the way he was. It was really doing something to me. His gaze was so deep and purposeful that I had to look away almos
Linda's POVI knocked on the door lightly for a few more seconds before I finally reached in my uniform for the master key for the rooms I had been assigned to. It was not an actual key but a keycard though, but was somehow called a master key when it was given to me. I placed the object on the scanner and it made a small beep before signaling that the door was unlocked.I then opened the door and stepped into the room. A weird smell was the first thing that greeted me. I scrunched up my nose as I rolled the mop bucket deeper into the place. The smell only got stronger the more I continued walking. My eyes then landed on the bed. Something was under the sheets and it resembled a human. “Hello?” I rang out, trying to wake the person if they were sleeping. This was Mitch’s room so if anyone was actually under there then it must have been him. But I wanted to be professional so I said again, “Sir?” Still, there was no response. I had a bad feeling filling the pits of my belly as I
Linda's POVThis was a setup. It had to be. There I was, sitting in the holding room of the police station, handcuffed to the desk. My eyes were drained from all the crying I had done, and my heart was heavier than a truck full of bricks. No one was in the room with me and I did not know what was going to happen next. I had cried for a lawyer but no one was taking me seriously. My throat was parched and my stomach needed food. I felt so tired; emotionally, mentally, and physically. I still could not believe that Mitch was dead, it shook me to the bones. Every time my mind pushed the image of him lying lifeless on the bed, a shudder would run through me and my heart would skip a beat. I had begged the officers not to disclose any information out to the public and they had assured me that they were not going to do so. I also pleaded with them that I should be the one to tell the news to my brother and Mitch’s family. As for that, they did not give me any promises, but they said t
Chris's POVWe were at the back of a very expensive rental car that I had ordered even before talking to Linda. I was sitting at the right side of the car, by the door, while she sat on the left side, not even giving me a pinch of her attention. I did not mind, or maybe I did. But heck, I did not have any real choice here but to be happy that she had even agreed to the conditions that I had told her about when she was still in the holding cell. She was so adamant about not wanting to be in the same house as me, but after explaining over and over that this was the only way she would be able to get out, she gave in. I wanted to tell her the truth about Meghan, I really did, but I decided to wait until she had calmed down a bit. I hurt her, I really did. I knew that. That was why I was willing to be fully honest and try to gain her trust back, while mending her heart. The car finally came to a stop in the compound of a lovely space, parked right in front of a very luxurious castle-l
Linda's POVI blinked rapidly for a few seconds as I tried to wrap my head around what my husband had just explained. It sounded like he was telling the truth but I was still a bit tentative about believing him. Because what if he was only using this strategy to get me to feel sorry for him and forgive him? But you see here, the thing is that Chris is not that kind of person. He never was. So, let me try to entertain it. “So…you’re trying to tell me that you did not sleep with Meghan?” I asked him. He pursed his lips and then replied, “Please close the door so we can talk properly.”I unfolded my arms on my chest and did what he had asked. “I swear, Chris, if I find out that you’re lying to me, I’m never going to forgive you.” “I am not lying to you. I found out about your plan to go to Iowa weeks ago, but I decided to stay quiet.”“So the whole Meghan thing is not real?” I asked, feeling some hope. My heart was begging for this to be true. He nodded, and then after a few second
Linda's POVMy heart skipped a beat and I looked at Chris. “The police…” I was a bit nervous and I did not know why because I was innocent, I did not kill Mitch. I would never do such a thing!“It’s okay, I will handle it,” He assured me, walking away and closing the distance between him and the door. When he reached it, he opened it and I caught sight of two officers. It was a female and a male officer. They looked very familiar and it did not take long for my brain to remind me that they were the same officers at the scene of Mitch's death. “Hello, officers, how may I help you?” Chris spoke smoothly, not a hint of nervousness in his voice. “This is a visit to confirm that your wife is truly in the house,” The female officer began, peeking into the room and flashing me a stiff smile. “Also, we are here to talk to her.”“I understand you wanting to talk to her and confirm that she is in the house with me, but I do not get why you had to come to the bedroom and could not wait in the