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SIX YEARS LATER JOANA’S POV “Mom, this is where you grew up?” My son, Japheth, asked, making me smile. After the drama with Clinton, I decided to open a fashion company with my family's support. To my greatest surprise, Caleb decided to help me, and even became my partner, even though he had his own companies to manage. In the early years of serendipity fashion, Caleb and I encountered dating rumors due to the fact that he was always with me. Some people accused me of dating my brother-in-law while playing the victim to make my ex-husband get bashed. The jealous Clinton who once came to make a scene at the studio made it even worse. So, we decided to move the head office abroad and finally returned today. The kids recognize Caleb as their dad since he's the one who has been there from the beginning. I felt someone pulling at my sleeves, making my attention return to the present. “Mom, what do you think?” I immediately felt confused because I had not been listening to them. Before I could come up with a suitable way to brush off the unknown question, my eyes met a familiar cold billionaire, making my heart skip multiple beats. Clinton was coming towards us with his secretary and a few bodyguards. I quickly grabbed my kids and rushed behind a car. “Mom, what's wrong? Why are you acting like a child stealing candy?” Jake, my second son asked. “Mom, why are we hiding?” Mirabel my daughter chipped in. “Just shut up already. What if he turns in our direction?” I hissed at them as I squatted behind a car. “Damn it! God, don't let him see Caleb.” I muttered, suddenly remembering that Caleb was still out there since he went to get our luggage. My phone vibrated at that moment, and I quickly picked it up. “Our car is at exit B., I'm already there waiting for you guys,” Caleb said through the phone. A bright smile of relief spread on my face as I quickly shepherded them towards exit B, feeling relieved that we managed to escape Clinton. **** “Have you seen the kids?” Caleb suddenly asked me making me turn around. “No. But they should be somewhere close by.” I whispered. My eyes never left the models preparing for the showcase for even a moment. Today was the grand opening of the jewelry subsidiary and Hera city headquarters, and I'm buried neck-deep in work. I moved the headquarters back home and added more subsidiaries to serendipity fashion. Now we deal in both clothes, shoes, and jewelry. “Joanna, were you even listening to me? The kids are not anywhere around the backstage. They're not with the models, nor are they with the Junior designers.” “They would be with my brother then,” I replied absentminded, adjusting the clothes on our plus-sized model. “Joan, maybe if you listen to me, you will understand what I mean.” He muttered in exasperation and left. I frowned as he left. He seemed to love the kids even more than I, their mother. However, I'm not worried one bit. This place is filled with security and CCTV cameras. Besides, I'm sure the kids went to find my brothers. Nothing could go wrong. I just needed to focus on the showcase. Caleb returned at that moment, and I found myself smiling at him. However, his face was etched in tight lines. “Clinton is here. I'm off to find the kids. You stay here and wait for them.” He whispered and left again. My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach the moment I heard that. What's he doing at my showcase? He hasn't discovered that I gave birth to his kids right? Impossible, I went abroad before my baby bump began to show. I immediately became distracted and panicked, but I knew leaving the backstage wouldn't be wise. As Caleb pointed out, the kids might return here to find me. My nerves were jumping at this point, and it took all my willpower to not leave the backstage in search of my precious kids. “Boss, what are your thoughts about this? I think we should remove the purple feather strap dress from the showcase since there are already blue and pink ones of the same design on stage.” My assistant said, tapping my arm. “Whatever, whatever,” I whispered, dismissing her. Work was the last thing on my mind at the moment. “Mom!” I heard Japheth shout, making my heart leap for joy! If he was here, the other two must not be far behind. I immediately hugged him, feeling dizzy with relief. “Oh, my sweet boy. I told you three not to run around. What if you run into your heartless dad? What will I do then?” I muttered, rubbing his back. “Mom!” Mirabel shouted, making me look up. My heart sank the moment I saw the man whose hand Mirabel was holding. Damn it.006 JOANA'S POV I felt cold, looking at the man in front of me. Ever since I was told that he was at this event, I have not been myself. " Come here." I took Mirabel from him. I was terrified that he was going to hurt her, and that was not what I wanted for my children. He stood there looking at it; there was a shock in his eyes, and then he turned around and looked at the place. " You are doing well for yourself," he said. It came out like he was shocked that I was doing well for myself, like he never expected me to be like this. " Of course," I said. It came out weak, I was trying so hard to control myself. I never wanted him to see me as someone weak, as someone who was going to go down on my knees for him. " And them?" He looked at my kids. " They are mine, and you have no business with them," I said. I was never going to let him have an opinion on my life. He looked at me for a while. " You should be more careful, or you get someone to
007 Clinton's POV I got home and met Louisa at my house. " Hey, I got something for you," She said. There was this anger I suddenly felt towards her, I brushed her aside and went into my room. I was surprised to see Joana that way. She changed so much after the divorce. She had to leave this city after the news of her being with Caleb. I could not believe that they were still very much together, and she was back like she never left. I fell on the bed; there was something about her; she looked different; she looked more beautiful than I ever knew she was. I got into the shower and then made my way to the dining room. The food that was brought to me did not look like the usual food I was used to. "What's this?" I asked. " I made it," Louisa jumped and answered. I felt upset. " You did what?" " I made it for you; you should taste it; you will love it," she said, smiling at me. I was in no mood to smile at her. " I never asked you to cook for me."
008 JOANA'S POV Life has returned to normal. I was able to control the way I felt whenever I saw Clinton. It has not been easy for me, but I have been able to pull through. I made sure I talked to the school and asked them to protect my kids; I would not take it lightly with them if anything happened to my kids. They promised they were going to do that for me. My business was going well, I had everything I wanted for my life. For some time now, I have not seen Clinton close to me or tried to see what I was doing with my life. Maybe I was the one who was not seeing him; he was trying so hard to make me not see him, which was the best. I did not want to stumble upon him any day. " Are you okay?" Caleb brought me back. I was lost in thoughts. " Of course, I'm okay," I said. It was getting dark, and I had a lot of work to do. There was still so much. I got up and went to the other side of the building. I wanted to check the dresses that were made newly. " I love t
009 JOANA'S POV I ran to my kids, they fell into my arms. I held them so close to me that I was never going to let them go or let anyone hurt them. " What happened to you, mum?" Mirabel asked me. I held her close to me; I was not going to let her in what had happened to me; it was not for her to find out about it. " I am fine. I was not able to come home yesterday, but I am here now," I said. The boys were in my arms as well. I held them like someone was trying to take them from me. " Mum," I heard one of my sons say. He was trying to breathe. The way I had held him was hard for him to be free. I released them. I should leave them and let them be free now that they are in the estate. My brothers were at home. " Thank you for looking after them," I said. " You know you can always count on us, right?" " I know, thank you," I said. I walked into the rooms, it has been a while in here. I have avoided coming here because it holds lots of memories for me. This w
010 CLINTON'S POV After she would not give me an answer, I grew concerned for her. Maybe she was still interested in me, or she never wanted to see me. It left me confused. There was no way I would go back there and ask her for the second time; I knew she would not want to see me there, so I did not go back there. After I got back to the hospital, I was told she had gone, and I was happy that she was fine. The accident had happened on the day I was stalking her. I had followed her everywhere on that day, and before the accident happened, I suspected a car following her, two cars, actually. It happened right before my eyes, and I could not leave her there. I knew she was going to be mad at me, but it was going to be for a while. I was fast to get into the car, take her from there, and drive her to the hospital. I knew that the accident was planned. I got dressed and was about to leave the house when I saw Louisa at the door. I gasped. What the hell was she doing there?
011 JOANA'S POV The brakes of my car were not good. I wondered how he knew about that. My head hurts from thinking about how he got to know what was in my car. I called Caleb and told him about it. He said he was coming with someone who would fix the car. The smell from my house the other day was what made me not bring the kids home; I had to leave them at the estate because I felt it was safe there. The chemicals that they had used were choking. I had to call my brothers and tell them about it; they suggested I leave the house, but I was not buying that idea; I called Caleb, and he brought people to the house who helped me clear the place up. I decided to stay there alone and not bring the kids there. Someone was trying so hard to get to me, and it was beginning to scare me. I got into the house after the brakes were fixed. I checked all around the place and then asked the security to be vigilant as well. " If you see anything around my house, let me know; call me imm
012 JOANA POV I thought I was going to rest my head and relax, but I got none of that. My brothers were asking me a lot of questions, and I was answering all of them. Some of the questions that I was being asked had no answers to them, and that was because I did not know how to answer them. They were determined to find those who did that to me. There was more anger than fear. I felt I was taken for granted, and I was tolerating too much. A lot was going on with me, and all I wanted to do was to get my life back and go back to the peaceful life I was used to before this. When I got back into the city, I knew there were a lot of people who did not like that I was back in the city, but there was nothing they could do about it. I guess they were the ones doing all of these things to me. " I told you not to go back to that house; good thing that you left the kids with us here, and being there is never a good thing," one of my brothers said. " It is a nice place; it h
013 JOANA'S POV I was rather quiet. The city had my news, but I chose to remain quiet and that was because I did not want to talk about it; I did not want to give any information to the public; whatever it was that was happening to me was going on because someone was somewhere trying to do worse things to me. " Ma'am, someone is here to see you," my secrets I said. " Let him in," I said. I sat upright, I was never going to act like anything was going wrong with me. I cleaned the tears that were on my face and then smiled. The person walked in, and I was so mad. "I can not believe she let you in." I stood up. I was going to meet with my secretary. He dragged me back " There will be no need for that, I came here so we can talk," he said. I looked at him. There seemed to be a lot going on with him because he was not looking like the Clinton I knew. " What do you want to talk about?" I asked him. I was rather calm this time around, even though I would not hesitate
128 JOANA'S POV Who was staring didn’t matter, I didn’t care. It didn’t matter that the reporters were outside waiting to catch a moment when I broke. I was done pretending. I was done with wearing the calm mask I had held all the way through the court hearing. Clinton’s fingers were still lightly looped around my wrist when I pulled myself away from him, too heavy for my chest to handle. I walked out of the court, ignoring the slamming of the heavy doors behind me. I needed air. It wasn’t that sort of justice circulating through the grand, cold courthouses; no. I needed air that wasn’t tense, wasn’t full of betrayal, and that didn’t smell like the perfume of a woman I once wore and was going to burn, a woman whose shoes I once stood in and would like nothing more than to steal revenge. “Joana!” I heard him before I did, picking up the sound of his footsteps as he jogged after me. "Jo, will you just stop and talk to me!" The nickname twisted my stomach. Not because
127 JOANA'S POV Standing there before the jury, a pen in my hand that wasn’t just a pen, but a voice recorder hidden up my sleeve, the courtroom buzzed in tense silence. The weight of the moment felt heavy on my shoulders, but I didn’t flinch. As the storm brewed in me, I said, “I have one more piece of evidence.” Mr. Hartley, the opposing lawyer, immediately half rose to his feet, his tone sharp and accusing. "Your Honour, this was not submitted before trial." It should be inadmissible!” Eleanor, always calm but stern, raised a brow at him. “Mr. Hartley, sit down. So let’s hear what Ms. Joana Henshaw has to say.” The judge’s gavel gently hit the wood. No further sounds were heard in the courtroom. Stepping forward, I handed the pen to the bailiff, who brought it to the judge. “This is a voice recording device,” I said. It contains a conversation between me and the defendant, Anita Delgado, when I went to the hospital. The woman admitted she faked her mental healt
126JOANA'S POVThe day of the court trial had finally come. My heart was quick like a racehorse as I stood before the grand courthouse. All that preparation, and still my chest swirled anxiously with nothing to stop it. As people filtered in and found their spots, the crowd began to gather, the cold morning breeze whisping my hair against my face.I saw the grand oak doors, and the pressure in my chest doubled. Silence was their reassuring presence, but still, Caleb and Clinton flanked my sides.We were led by the court officers into the courtroom, and the air grew suffocatingly tense. My eyes roamed the room, taking in the jury, the reporters; scribbling, the murmuring spectators.And then I saw her.Anita.Her body slumped lifelessly in her chair as if she were just a ghost of herself. Pale. Motionless. Her eyes were glassy, and her head leaned weakly to the side. She looked like someone who was about to shrivel up and die to a stranger. But I knew better. That manipulative woman h
125JOANA'S POVI placed my fingers on the rim of the glass vase on the corner table, which began shaking slightly from my touch and tipped over, falling down and breaking. Silence was torn by the sound of shattering glass, like a gunshot.Damn.I dived to pick up the shards and heard footsteps running towards the hall."Did you hear that?" Caleb's voice was somewhat urgent, but low."Yeah. Clinton replied, 'It came from the hallway.' "Stay behind me."Panic flared inside me. Before I could think too long, I jumped up and took off up the stairs. I didn’t look back. I didn’t stop until I was safely behind my closed door in my room, and my chest was heaving from my sudden sprint.Breath stuck in my throat, I stood against the door, trying to unskin my palm as I willed the adrenaline to calm. I touched my chest with my hand. My heart had leapt to my throat and refused to return.Their footsteps halted downstairs. They were murmuring, looking, maybe even checking. However, I remained stil
124 JOANA'S POV “We also need to consider the media,” Clinton added. “Your name is known, Jo. All it takes is one article to twist this story and make you look like you're the villain.” “I’m already ahead of that,” I said. “I have a PR team ready to release a statement if anything leaks. We’re keeping the narrative tight—no emotional outbursts, no public fights.” “Smart,” Caleb murmured. “Real smart.” “I’m trying,” I replied softly. The three of us each sat in silence for a while and brooded over our thoughts. Caleb continued to look at me like he still had more to say, but holding it back, while Clinton leaned back into the chair and scanned the room. Pushing the blanket aside, I said, ‘I’m going to get the files I’ve compiled.” “No,” Clinton said quickly, standing. “Rest. I’ll get them.” I hesitated, then nodded. “In the brown folder, top drawer.” He nodded with a tilt of his head and left. “Are you scared?” he asked. Lying would have been to pretend, but I w
123 JOANA'S POV The air turned still. It wasn’t even silence in the room that made it that way. It was the amount of unspoken words, the emotion stuck between me and Clinton like a thick cloud that would not budge. The door creaked open just after I had removed my hand from his grasp. Instinctively, my head turned to see Caleb. Between his open hands, he stood, eyes raking the room as a seasoned detective might look for the gaps in the story between the lines. He looked at Clinton, then looked at me and ended his goat stare at Clinton again. His jaw tightened. Clinton slowly stood, and a knowing expression passed over his features. He gave her a neutral tone, but I noticed the twitch in his cheek, and I answered, “I’ll go get some water.” He was never good at hiding his emotions from me. I didn’t say a word. Neither did Caleb. One could faintly hear the tap running in the kitchen and then the retreating footsteps of Clinton in the hallway. When he entered the room, closi
122JOANA’S POV“What?!”I stared blankly at my phone, the text message replaying in my mind like a broken record. Confusion swirled into concern and then to anxiety; it became a whirlwind of different emotions that left me still.My gaze drifted from the screen to the road ahead, but my mind was still fixated on the message. I didn’t even notice the red light in front of me until I almost crashed with the car in front.My heart skipped a beat as I quickly slammed on the brakes, the sudden stop jolting me back to reality. For a moment, the only sound was my uneven breathing and the loud pounding of my heart.Once the light showed green, it took me a while to register until a honking sound behind me brought me back to reality.I shook my head, tapping my face, trying to calm my nerves, “calm down, Jo,” I took in deep breaths, stepping on the accelerator to get home.What was Mr. Gates trying to pull?___I flopped on my bed, rubbing my temples to calm myself down after that distur
121JOANA’S POV“Ass?”Clinton glared at Caleb, “I’m older, remember that.” Caleb ignored him, returning to face me.“I’m managing him because you asked to,” he said softly.I smiled softly. I knew it would take a bit of time, but I was ready to build that brotherhood and leave their lives for good.“Now, what’s the plan?” Clinton said softly, breaking the silence, “Now that Anita is faking her condition, this will definitely affect the court hearing,” he said with caution.“Didn’t they say the court might reschedule the court hearing?” Caleb crossed his legs, his face expressionless while scrolling through his phone.“Umm about that, the court still left the date as the day scheduled, but I requested for a jury.”The sudden pause hung in the air when Caleb and Clinton landed their gaze on me, “I thought you were contemplating the jury.” Clinton said calmly.“Wait, you knew about her thinking about requesting for a jury?” Caleb tried to stay calm, but his tone betrayed him.“Ca
120 JOANA'S POV “Stop…” I muttered quietly, taking a deep breath, I yanked my hands away from Caleb's, causing a shock in his gaze. “Caleb, I want you to just stop it,” “But–” “But nothing,” I snapped. “Can you just stop fighting for a minute? I hate it. It's discomforting, I really am tired of this. Just stop…” I tried to catch my breath, I wanted to unite the two brothers before anything else, but as long as I was in their midst. It would be impossible. Without saying a word, I got in my car and drove away. My phone kept buzzing with calls from Caleb. I ignored it, pressing the accelerator, I went faster than usual and suddenly pressed the brakes, hitting my head on the steering wheel. “Ouch…” I muttered gently, slowly touching the side of my head. Blood stains on the tips of my fingers. An exhausted breath escaped my lips, I turned on the engine, but the busted engine gave me a sign that I was done for. I called up my last caller without thinking, and