LOGINThora's POV
It all gets messy
I sat still in the cold hospital chair, my heart pounding heavily as I watched the unconscious Luke struggling to breathe through the oxygen mask.
Watching his chest rising weekly sent chills down my spine.
“Why did you do that, you idiot?” I whispered softly, squeezing his hands softly.
I brushed his hair softly, my red eyes screaming sleep and exhaustion.
You didn’t have to take that bullet. You didn’t have to make this real.
The nurse came in and checked his vitals. I went cold. The fear wouldn't allow me to flinch.
I was supposed to protect him, now I dragged him into this madness.
I told him to send a guard and not come by himself and play superhero. Damn…
“You look awful.”
His eyes blinked warmly. I leaned forward, frozen.
He's alive. Thank God. I want to kiss him now, like, damn!
“You got shot and you’re cracking jokes?” I managed to force a smile through the tears.
“I couldn’t let you die. That wasn’t in the contract.” He chuckled. “And besides, you should be thanking me…”
“Shut up…”
He looked at me with his glowing eyes, and dropped the silliest message I've heard in years.
“Marry me.”
What? I'm not sure I heard him well. Did he say marry me? No, he didn't.
“Pardon?”
“I said marry me. I love you.”
I blinked in shock. My heart skipped a beat.
“What?”
“No contracts. No fake anything. Marry me.”
“You’re high on meds.” I scoffed.
The drugs must have gotten to his medulla. Let me get the nurse.
Marry who?! Like of all times, it's now! No. I can't… I won't.
“Maybe. But I’m also in love with you.” He grinned. I feel like slapping those words in his mouth.
In love with who?
Like I was shocked!
I didn't answer him, I just left. I can't stand another heartbreak. No, I've got enough.
Back home, the TV blared across my room, the headlines screaming.
“Quentin Allen Jackson; arrested this morning in connection to financial crimes dating back six years…”
I calmly read everything, digesting each word. Although, financial crimes, that's new…
“Guess karma finally had a deal with him.” I smirked. It's been a long night. I need to rest this morning. Avis was already asleep, she needs rest.
“You’ve been granted full custody of Avis.” My phone pinged with a message.
Oh thank God! It was our family lawyer.
It's done. Finally, I can now live in peace.
I watched the video of how he was dragged out of court. I couldn't attend the proceedings. I just couldn't stand to see his face.
However, he said something in that video, mom told me too.
“...It’s not over. Ask your billionaire what he’s hiding.”
I want peace. I want this whole thing over already. I'm sick and tired of fighting here and there and him saying it's not over or Luke was hiding something, put me to work.
He gave me an assignment.
I ransacked the house, going through Quentin's old things, the ones I kept.
Don't know why, maybe it's fate.
I looked through old archives, scrolling for hours into Luke's public records, and I found nothing. So frustrating.
However, the entire thing changed when I found it. Just one thing, and that's all.
I froze with a gasp. It was a photo, five years ago. I saw it online, Luke and Quentin, together, shaking hands at a gala.
“No. No, no, no…”
I can't believe this. Hope my eyes aren't deceiving me.
I zoomed in. It's them, I'm sure. They were smiling, standing too close for strangers.
Damn you Luke!
You said you wanted to ruin him. But you knew him.
How dare you?
I flung the tablet across the room.
I waited for another day, boiling and fuming all day. I wish I could just strangle both of them.
Aargh!!!
Later, I stormed into the hospital room. I had gotten a printed copy of the photo.
“Yo… why the long face…”
“What is this? Explain it!” I shoved the photo in his face, my hands trembling in anger.
“Uhm, it looks like a photo. Anything else?” He replied. Damn, I need to grab his neck. I need to strangle him already.!!
“Don’t play dumb, you know him. You knew him…”
Jeez!!!
“Yes. Years ago. One deal. That’s it. And I told you we once crossed paths right?”
“You did what? You didn’t think that mattered?”
He struggled to sit up, it didn't even bother me.
“I didn’t use you.”
Guilty conscience. Did I ask if you used me?
“But you used this. You used me to bring him down.” I cried and threw the photo in his face.
“You weren’t a pawn. You were the weapon.”
What?! And I was even beginning to love him? Oh God? Why do I always get it wrong at this?
“You want me to marry you right? That’s not love.”
He doesn't feel my words, he doesn't feel my pain. I need to break something; his head.
“No. It’s revenge. Love just happened along the way.”
He just talks without even thinking.
Like I was shocked. So this was all a game to him right?
“You know what, I need air.”
“I’m not sorry for what I did. But I am sorry you found out this way.” He tried to explain. Oh! Now you're sorry. I thought it happened along the way?
Silly bastard.
I walked out, leaving the photo on the floor with him.
He saved me. He used me. He proposed. And now I don’t know if any of it was ever real…
THORA'S POVI reminisced.It was just one of those days with Quentin.Sometimes I wished I acted earlier than when I did. I had always suspected it. It was written all over him that someone else was in the picture but I was just too weak to confront it.The cologne was different. The expression on his face was vague like he was trying to hide something.It didn't just feel right.“Where have you been, Quentin? I made dinner and you told me you would be here sooner than now…”“Did something happen on your way back?” I added.An innocent inquiry. Soft and gentle.He stared at me like I had said something utterly wrong and I was about to suffer for it.“I don't have time for all these questions, Thora. I need to rest my head….” He answered in a rude manner.“I don't understand. I'm only asking to know what really happened. I cooked for you, Quentin and you are just going to abandon my food like that?” I responded bluntly..“You know what? Just keep talking to yourself “ he shouted.I kne
THORA'S POVThree weeks.It's been that long since the last hearing and it still feels like I am haunted.Charles Palmer has been put behind bars after being found guilty.The fellow had done all he could, more falsified actions to defend himself but all ended in disappointment.‘The best you can do for me is make sure that man doesn't go scot free,” I said to Reynolds.After all, his purpose of coming to see me privately was for me to forgive him and make sure he doesn't go to jail as well.It took more than mere showing up to achieve that ... .Luke was ready to make sure he rotted in jail alongside his Uncle.Thank God for feminine power and occasional moods. I was able to do a little convincing on Reynolds's behalf.“He has been of great help to me too, and you know that,” I said to Luke who kept tapping his feet Luke he was vexed.“Is there more to this or what?”“There is nothing to anything. Maya and Reynolds are my colleagues. You can't blame them. Your Uncle threatened him and
THORA'S POVA heavy sigh.One of deep relief.At the very hour, this is all I could pray for. I wasn't a major item in this case and it now seems the brothers are already on the same side.“Very soon, this case would be closed and I would have nothing to worry about,” I voiced out.I thought of Avis. She needs her mother. If this goes on, it just might affect her in ways I didn't think possible.I crossed my legs as I sat at the dining table. My eyes skimmed through those documents again and I shook my head….This was one hell of a ride.“I wonder what sort of man does that to his own brother's sons…that's pretty inhumane if you'd ask me,” I thought out loud as I kept swiping through the papers.Maya has really done a great job getting all of this together.A knock hit the door that very instant….”Speak of the devil,” I said as I stood up to get the door.She had earlier texted me from the courtroom that she was coming to my place.“Maya….” I greeted but another figure caught my sight.
QUENTIN'S POVThis is it!The very bomb I have been waiting to hear.The truth had been revealed. I could see the awkward look on Uncle's face as Ferdinand kept talking without holding back.J had a feeling Luke had done justice to assuring him he was protected for him to spill this much without holding back one bit.“Mr Charles Palmer……what do you have to say to all of these?” The judge asked.Perhaps this was his chance to redeem himself in the littlest way but I doubt if he had anything.My trust in him had dropped to the minimum. It was obvious Ferdinand had him by surprise.I watched as my Uncle swallowed his saliva and scratched his head whilst the judge kept throwing questions at him.“How do you explain such an enormous backlog of records and financial record traces laid before the court by Mr. Ferdinand here?” The judge asked further.Even his lawyers couldn't defend him. They all went mute as everything seemed to be supported with physical evidence.The judge went quiet as h
THORA'S POVThe courtroom.The tension was hung in the air like a cloud of heavy smoke building up.I sat in the second row with my bare hands folded up in my laps like I was preventing them from shaking in reaction to the tension.No fidgeting. No sigh. Just a blank look on my face at the court began its procession. I didn't even move. It was as though any sudden movement from me would attract the attention of the entire court and I didn't want that in any way.My thighs clapped intermittently and I was always looking over her shoulders each time the court door creaks open. My lemon-colored blazer titled to one side of my body. A perfect signal for my discomfort not in the attire but the situation itself. The blazer was one of the few gifts I had gotten from Quentin in the past. Those were times in our marriages with roses on it.“Why am I even putting on this?” The voice in my head blurted.I hissed and looked at Quentin who was seated in the first row just in front of me. My eyes
LUKE'S POVIt was the quickest decision I could make.A part of me was excited to have known about it. Immediately Thora told me about it, I was up and on the road..This wasn't something I could drag and rely on Maya to handle on her own.I knew my Uncle to be a crafty motherfucker and he could literally do anything just to get away.He was just built that way. And I was more than ready to take him down.“This has to be it,” I said as I got to the entrance of the room's number.I knocked repeatedly and after a while, the door opened.I could see the shock on Reynolds' face the second I came in. “Reynolds, you are here,” I greeted.“Erm…..Luke…erm..er….what are you doing here? How did you…..” he stuttered.He gave Maya a suspicious look and I cut him off almost immediately. “I’m pretty sure Maya is surprised to see me here actually….” I voiced out.Maya's eyes widened and I winked at her.“You are not supposed to here. This is bad business,” Reynolds echoed but I paid no attention to
Thora’s POVI did not remember the way I got to the car.I could not recall how my hand was held by Cara and she led me into the doors of the courthouse. I had no recollection of the stair, or the crowds to whom I must have been as familiar as your own name, or of the guards screaming at me to move
Luke’s POVThe text kept replaying in my head.Tell her the next one’s mine.It didn’t matter how many times I read it—three words, eight letters of threat—and I could hear Quentin saying them. Calm, certain, the way he used to announce a business merger.I ought to have been frank with Thora. I ju
Luke’s POVI knew Quentin’s rhythm too well.The way he didn’t strike head-on but chipped, chipped, chipped until the whole thing collapsed. A predator didn’t charge. He circled. He waited. He bled you slow.And now I could see it happening to her.Thora was calling everyone she knew, pulling names
Thora’s POVBy the third day, the phone felt like it had grown into my hand.Every call started the same — polite, hopeful, rehearsed. By the end of each one, my heart felt like a stone.Some people said yes without hesitation, voices warm, promising they’d speak truth if asked. Those calls gave me







