로그인Joan'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
Joan's POVI stepped out of the bedroom. It was the weekend, and I had decided to go out for some shopping.Yesterday was the best night of my life. It would be an understatement to say I had slept like a baby.I saw Brent come home yesterday; his face looked wrinkled and rumpled, like someone carrying the weight of the world's problems on his chest.I didn't care; I went to bed and slept. I didn't ask any questions about how his day had gone, and he didn't bother asking me about mine.We slept at opposite ends of the bed, unlike during the early days of moving into this mansion, when we would have sex until daybreak.I didn't care to ask what was bothering him; all I cared about was the news from Zero and his boss that the stupid detective had finally been taken care of.I had spoken to Mr. Henry yesterday about the work going on in Alaska.So, I had chosen today for some minor shopping. I didn't want Brent to raise an eyebrow and suspect that I was leaving this relationship; I was
Greg’s POV“From Orlena?”The words almost parted my lips as I quickly squeezed the tiny piece of paper into my pocket.Dr. Gran quickly gave me a wink. I caught it.Then he let out a smile, standing in front of his office doorway like nothing had happened. Like someone bidding an important visitor goodbye. Then he spoke to my boss, who had been walking away right in front of me.“I will be expecting your call, dear.”My Boss turned back with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His face was gloomy, but he forced a smile that showed something was bothering him. Or perhaps the discussion they had in the office hadn’t gone the way he wanted.“Yeah, I will,” he replied, waving to Gran.We moved along the hallway, en route out of the hospital.Then I reduced my pace, walking behind my boss while Tim now walked alongside him.I quickly took out the piece of paper Dr. Gran had given me before either Tim or my boss could look back.Then I saw it.Written boldly on the wrinkled piece of paper
Orlena's POV My phone suddenly rang the moment I stepped into the parking lot, my fingers tightening slightly around my bag as I slowed down. Brent and Joan were already heading toward my car, their steps unhurried like they had all the time in the world.I paused, glancing down at the screen.It
Orlena's POV He would snap at any moment now, I could feel it coming, and my hand tightened at my side as I stood there, watching him.“Why is this here?”He finally looked up at me, his brows pulled together as he held the paper in his hand.“How is this here? You realize how important this is?”
Orlena's POV I couldn’t stand the situation anymore and I just turned to continue what I was doing, even though my hands didn’t feel steady and my chest still felt tight. There was a bigger issue in my life now, something I could not ignore no matter how much I wanted to, and I needed to find a s
Orlena’s POVI had just six months left until the end of my six year contract marriage with Brent Caldwell, the billionaire I agreed to marry under the condition that there would be no love or pregnancy.“Congratulations Mrs Caldwell,” the doctor’s gentle voice echoed in her warm office.“You’re 7







