INICIAR SESIÓNJoan's POVMy breath shattered hard like porcelain on a tile. My lips instantly parted, and I couldn't close them.I didn't know what had come over me to make me approach Greg.I watched Greg move out of the room like he owned the whole house.His footsteps gradually disappeared from the doorstep.Maria, who was still looking at the floor, stood up fast.My lips fell apart. I couldn't close them again. It was like I had gone to the lion's den while it was having a nap, only to look for trouble.Maria, who was shocked too, scratched the back of her neck."I am dirty, ma'am," she said clumsily. "I need to..."As if I wasn't in the room, I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. Her voice sounded so distant, like someone drowning, completely immersed in water and about to be washed away by the sea current.She dragged the vacuum cleaner away from my presence.I wanted to call Maria back and warn her not to let anything she had heard in this room spill beyond these walls.But what effect
Joan's POVThe air froze between us. I watched Greg's Adam's apple suddenly bob inward and outward, something I hadn't seen him do in a long time.Then he quickly adjusted himself and turned back to me.The door, which had opened earlier behind him, he used his other hand to close.Then he took a few steps away from the door, closer into the room. “Make me understand better what you have just said now.”He folded one arm; his other hand remained clasped around the briefcase he had come to pick up.“You.”I fired back, gritting my teeth. Anger erupted through me.Greg closed the distance between us. His steps were deliberate and filled with confidence. His well-polished black shoes struck the floor of the room with every measured step.I couldn't fathom where the confidence was coming from.I knew he was trying to play hard to get, but I was ready for this. I was fucking ready for him, as long as he wanted. I was ready for this all day.His eyes suddenly narrowed across the room at Ma
Joan's POV. That night was hell. Hell at its worst. Cold and long like the solstice period. I couldn't tell Brent that his beloved CSO was the one behind Orlena's escape.I kept it to myself. I needed that. I needed the silence badly, like a dying patient needed oxygen on her deathbed.My breath became shallow. I hugged my knees to myself beneath the duvet.I lay with my back to Brent on the bed. We didn't touch each other. For some time now, he had been refraining from touching me. That had been the situation between us.I couldn't ask him what was wrong. I couldn't force a few minutes of sex just to get through to his mind.Maybe his troubled mind was because of Zero, Eli's father, who had shown up out of nowhere, brewing fire and brimstone with his lawsuit.That alone could be enough to shatter Brent. He could kill and tear the world apart if that was the only chance for Eli to remain with him.I held onto my gown through the night, pretending I was sleeping. But I couldn't.Every
Joan's POVSince the time I discovered that Zero was the actual father of that imp called Eli, I had not gotten myself together.I wanted to call Zero, but what did I need to discuss with him? A hitman, the man who had almost put a gun to my head for delivering his money late, even after giving me a specific time on the phone. I wanted to call his boss too? What did I actually want to talk about?It felt like every time I tried to eradicate one problem, another always raised its multifaceted, ugly head.Would I have to contact another New York gang to take this one out of the equation too, just like Detective Mark Collins?No... Never. That wasn't even possible.How many dead bodies would I be leaving behind?Too many to count.No... That wasn't going to work at all. It was like I was quietly digging my own grave. Every murder would always find a way to link back to the others if the secret got out.I just prayed it wouldn't.How deep could Zero keep my secret with him? How sure was I
Greg's POVJoan's face was painted with shock... I caught that.Attorney Calvin and attorney Zach quickly caught it too.They looked up at Joan, who had just walked into the room, standing just like me like an unwanted guest. "You know him?"His eyes fixated on the picture on the table. Everyone's eyes were directed at Joan, just for an answer. "Yeah...""No... No... I really... I am looking at the picture," she said with a strange smile. "...It's just that... he looks familiar. Like I have set my eyes on him somewhere." "Familiar?" Mr. Cadwell countered, turning to her."Yes, I have seen that face downtown, New York... among the homeless people, begging for alms," she said."That face stumbled on my car a few days ago with some of his street urchins, begging for alms. I didn't want to...""Maybe that was the reason he was asking for a billion dollars in damages from Mr. Brent..." Attorney Calvin cut-in. "A billion dollars? My feet!"Everyone burst into laughter.I watched Joan to
Joan's POVI rushed into my car, my breath hammering against my chest. My hands shook as I grabbed the steering wheel, and before I could even catch my breath, my foot slammed against the pedal.I reversed as fast as I could. The tires screeched against the road, leaving a sharp cry behind me. I almost drove straight into an oncoming garbage truck.For one terrifying second, the huge vehicle came so close that I could almost feel death breathing against my neck.It was like Death had flown past my face.I didn't stop to think about what had happened. I drove away from the scene as fast as my car could carry me, my heart refusing to calm down.Hours later, I finally got home. I knew Cassandra would be there, back from her so-called perfume launch.I tiptoed into the living room, moving through the dining area and toward the staircase that led to my bedroom.I walked past the living room, then suddenly noticed two lawyers seated at the dining table, deep in discussion.Two wine bottles
Orleana's POVWhat am I still doing here? What is my business within the walls of the Caldwell residence?The thought crashed into me like a train with failed brakes hurtling into a ditch.“I have a life to live,” I muttered to myself.A heavy sigh followed.“And a baby that gives hope for the futu
Orlena’s POV Joan twisted her lips. Her face curled into something that felt like a mere performance. The air in the room stood still. I watched her walk past me like I was a piece of furniture. Like the six years I had spent with Brent and taking care of Eli meant nothing. She handed one pape
Orlena’s POV. “Little gift?” The word parted my lips, “I think you're mixing it up somewhere.” I let out a hard smile. The sound came out brittle, like I was crushing a dry leaf under my foot. “Was I?” “Yeah,” I replied, nodding. At this time, the smile had dissolved into something I coul
Orlena’s POVI had buried my father in my heart that morning, but painfully, the universe is asking me to stay and care for a child who wasn't mine and who would never be mine. Isn't that cruelty? The thought of that almost made me laugh. “Acute lymphoblastic leukaemia?” I muttered the words repe







