LOGINBrent's POV. The message flashed itself at me. My eyes flickered on the phone several times as I looked at the message for the umpteenth time. I breathed hard, my skin pulled tight like something was pushing to get out. I hit the excavator. The air on my body had stood up. Like my spirit was about to leave me. I stood still in the middle of the excavator, hoping that the message or whatever the excavator had for me would be something worthwhile. The excavator slid gradually downward as if it was taking forever to reach the lower floor. I didn't pick anything. I didn't go back to the office. I knew my PA would do that. I didn't want anybody to know. I checked my time. It would take me nothing less than two hours to move from the office to Camden's garden, if not more. The traffic on the road was jam-packed like a distraction. However, I pray to get a bike as fast as possible. But that idea could only raise serious eyebrows. The last thing on my mind now is pictu
Brent's POV Two days later. The Boardroom fell into silence immediately I stepped in. From floor to ceiling, tinted glass overlooked the skyline as it stretched beneath us like a kingdom carved in steel and ambition. From twenty floors below, I could see thousands of people hurried through their day, and up here, decisions were made that could alter the destiny of almost all the industries. I adjusted the cuff of my charcoal suit and headed to the head of the twelve-metre conference table. “Good morning, everyone,” I uttered with a smile on my face. The directors replied with nods and respectful smiles. Some of them were my father's mates who went to build this company with my father till death took him quickly away. And for nearly eight years, I had been in this position as the chairman of Caldwell group, a decision they first kicked against me at the beginning, before results started showing up.Today would be one of our most important meetings of the year. The giant screen
Brent's POV The siren of the Van was blaring even louder right in front of me. I had suddenly become a government official with a noisy entourage and no visible impact.But regardless, my heart felt as heavy as stones in still water.My mind couldn't let go of the revelation Dr. Gran had given me in his office.That Orlena's sudden disappearance had something shady behind it. That she wasn't the one who poisoned Eli.That he was so sure she couldn't have done it.But the painful part was the revelation about Agent Smith and Agent Fabian being dirty cops.The way Dr. Gran had spilled everything in his office without holding anything back against those two men. Like he had known them forever.Like they had wined and dined together.Why would I be so stupid as to allow people like that into my house?But I wouldn't say anything yet until I got a private investigator to look into them.My mind ran through who could help me do the job.I scrolled through my phone contacts. Then I saw som
Joan's POVHurray! She is gone. Orlena is gone for good!The words felt like a celebration rather than mere spoken words.That stupid, stubborn, classless filth. I had tried my best to get rid of her.From the gang in downtown New York that I hired for the job, to paying them and hiring an oncologist to poison that stupid boy called Eli.In a way that if Eli died, it would clear the path for Orlena to leave. Since Orlena had always wanted to leave. That plan failed too.Thank God I wasn't exposed, that would be calamitous. I had to contact those gang members to eliminate that oncologist with the loose lips. The moment they played the footage of that stupid quack doctor moving Eli from one ward to another with Orlena, I knew I was in trouble.That loose-mouthed oncologist needed to be taken out of the picture.First and foremost, I was glad it was successful.I had to close the chapter on those New York gang members.I had to close the chapter on the New York gang and get another ope
Brent's POV."He died? How? When?"The words erupted from my lips.Like a thunderstorm parting the sea, my breath shattered.My lips parted, and I couldn't close them.My knees ached and denied me the ability to stand properly.I quickly located the empty chair I had left behind. I gripped the backrest first for support before finally sitting down.It felt as though all the remaining energy within me had leaked through my pores for the doctor to see."Excuse me, Brent..." he said calmly, like someone mindful of his words. "Don't tell me you're not aware of this..."I swallowed hard, forcing down both breath and the mucus clinging to my dry throat."Actually, I shouldn't have said this..." He paused. "It's really against the ethics of our profession. She warned me not to tell anyone. She said she would handle it herself and decide how she would tell you...""Orlena told you that..." I said, my hand gripping the arm of the chair tightly."Yes. I remember that day. She said she wasn't g
Brent's POV.A week later.Beep... Beep...That was the machine's voice. I sat in the ward where Eli was admitted.I watched him with a kind of feeling I couldn't explain. The only thing I wished and prayed for in this life of sin was for Eli to fight this illness and get back on his feet.Play around, laugh, and ask those mind-boggling questions the way he always had.The doctors had always advised me that for Eli to get back on his feet quickly, the chemotherapy sessions needed to be effective, and that could only be done in a real-time standard hospital environment.Secondly, his condition would be monitored by several teams of experts in the facility.I had argued against this option several times because I didn't want to put Eli's life at risk. Not after what had happened in the past.Eventually, I had to submit to fate when I saw that his condition wasn't improving the way I wanted it to. But I made it my duty to always stay present whenever any chemotherapy treatment took place
Brent's POV.I slammed the door shut behind me. The wood rattled against its frame, vibrating along the hinges with enough force to shake the nearby wall.I stalked across the room toward the bar. My hand reached for a bottle of bourbon and a crystal tumbler. I filled the glass quickly and poured
Brent's POVI walked into the house. Everything was in disarray.The buzzing of police sirens filled the air from outside, their beacon light painting every wall of the house. I could see policemen in my house, in my fucking house, like a crime scene.“Can someone explain to me what the fuck is ha
Orleana's POV“Greg!”The door suddenly slammed shut behind me, making the door vibrate on its hinges. Then came the turning of the key locks.“Please wait, Greg!” I called out. My voice came out blunt and weak, like a dull knife that had been used for years.Greg didn't wait; he didn't listen to m
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







