LEAHFrancis came down a few minutes later. His outfit had been switched from a pair of suit to a black pair of joggers, and a white shirt. His hair was rumpled, and wet.“You're done with your meal,” he said walking past me.I was about to reply when I felt a belch come up. “I am. Can I get some water?”“Sure,” he replied,He returned less than a minute later with the bottle.He sat on the chair adjacent to mine. I recalled my bare thighs, and pushed my gown down.“Drew wants to have a talk with you,” he started to say.“Oh, okay. When exactly?”“He said he wants it done today, but I don't think that's a great idea. You're just recovering from something tragic. I think you need time to actually recover before you start planning the next move or course of action.”“I don't mind. It's not too soon.”“Are you sure?”“ A hundred percent.”I saw the hesitation in his stiffness, but he didn't argue. “Sure, I'll tell him to set up a time and venue for you to meet.”“You won't be there?”“D
LEAHYou could always trust Francis to pick out the perfect dress, and shoes for any event. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring my waistline.The dress Francis had picked flowed to the ground, but it had a bare back. Just a few stripes were tied to form a bow at the waistline.I applied the last touch of makeup, and sprayed my hair.“Should I leave it down, or take it up?” I asked myself in a low tone,After much consideration, I decided to leave it the way it had already been-down.As I walked down from the stairs, I was met with Francis who was already prepared, and ready to leave.“Are you done?” He asked,“Yeah,” I replied, hurrying towards him.“You know there's no rush, right? If you're not comfortable with this, you can just cancel.” I nodded. I knew quite well, but I'd be damned if I said I hadn't been waking up every morning for the past six months, waiting for when I could destroy that motherfucker. He held my hand, and led me through the doors.Soon enough,
LEAHI huffed and puffed, waiting for him to make the next move. He chuckled, triggering the anxiety within me.“Leah, come here now.”I didn't move a single inch forward.“This fucking bitch,” he grunted, moving towards me.I winced as he grabbed my hands.“Let me go, or I'll scream. The entire restaurant will hear me.” I threatened,“You think I give any fuck? With the show you just put out there, you'd best believe everyone already thinks you have mental issues. I just need to confirm it, and it's done.”His grip on my hands tightened. I winced even more, as he pulled me forward.The tears started to well up my eyes. I wanted to cry out, but I just couldn't. The sobs choked me into silence as he pulled me towards the back way.As he struggled moving forward, an idea popped up.I dug my teeth into his fingers. His cry came out loud, and he smacked me right across the cheek. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” His voice thundered,He had successfully pulled me towards the ki
LEAH “You have a lot of passion, I like it.” Drew commended me.I nodded. He had no idea how long I had been waiting for a moment like this. One where I could teach Lucas that he was just a beginner at being evil.I was my father's daughter after all…“Well, here's my card.” Drew tossed the card at me, “if you ever need to reach out to me privately. Please call my assistant, she'll tell you what to do.”Taking the card from Drew was awkward, but I received it nonetheless.“I'm waiting for you to reach out,” he said, then walked away.The table grew quiet as soon as he left. Francis angrily poked at his meal.I knew he wasn't mad at me…or so I thought, but I couldn't ask why he was so pissed.“Are you alright?” I tried to ask.“Um, yeah. I'm good.” He replied,A few seconds passed before he said another thing, “It's really crazy how much Lucas has hurt you. He didn't even treat you like a human.”I shrugged, “that's behind us now, isn't it? Your brother is getting me help so I can ma
LEAHFrancis dropped the spoon in his hand, “what do you mean?” He asked, narrowing his eyes on me.“I committed a crime. Murder.” I repeated, with a shaky voice.He kept staring at me without saying a word. Slowly, his lips parted, and he began to speak, “how?” He moved away from the food, and sat opposite me.“You remember when you left? I was nineteen.”He nodded.I wiped my nose before I continued speaking, “so, after you left, and in the way you did, I was heartbroken. You know, at first, no one had known that your father got you into the army. I was convinced that you had run off into another country, and left me. I'm not blaming you for this, but it was what led to the rest of the story. Kate had noticed my sour mood, and depressing state. She had suggested that we go to a party to find your replacement. It seemed like a good plan at that time. If I could get someone that would be interested in me, I would be able to forget you. So, the party was hosted by…um…there's this Ger
LEAHI arrived at the cafe at exactly fifty two minutes past twelve.I sighed as I walked in.Whoever the attorney was, they must surely be exhausted waiting for me. But who could blame me? I had no vehicle to transport myself, and soon after I received the text, I realized I had nothing to wear. The only clothings I owned were the dress I had on my back when Francis picked me up, and the dress he bought for me last night. I ended up settling for one of Francis's shirts and trousers. Also, a baseball cap.I looked around the cafe, and there appeared to be only one person dressed in a two piece designer suit. I looked at his face, and he had a grim expression on. His lips faced downward, and his eyebrows were so bent they seemed like they'd almost touch his eyelids.Yeah, it had to be him. It was either that or there was another extremely annoyed, and rich man waiting for someone.I walked up to him.“Hi, I'm looking for-”“Mrs Irving,” he greeted, rising to his feet.His face com
LEAHAs I pondered on his words, I considered the possibility of what he had said. Truly, there could be a foul play.I snapped my fingers, nodding as the piece all came together in my head.“Ah! I get it now!” I exclaimed out,Phlux’s attention was pulled, “what do you get now?”“Your claim of foul play. It explains why, when I was held captive in that house with his soon to be baby mama, they would always hide her when we had guests. They would make me come out to pretend I was still his wife. I always wondered why he needed them to think we were still married and happy, even when he had all that money. It all makes sense now...”“You see? His attorney must be really good for him to be able to come up with such a brilliant idea. However, things like this have happened before and failed.”“We really need to take him down. The fact that he's a deceitful liar, and abuser is enough for him to be ruined.” I growled out,“You might want to keep your emotions aside for now. If you want to
LEAH“ I understand what you're saying,” I reply, “I've lived with the man myself and I can tell how nasty he can get to protect his greed.”“Exactly.”I sighed, taking the last sip of my drink. I looked around, searching for where I could dump the cup. As soon as he noticed, he retrieved it from my hands.“Mr Phlux, thank you for your time, but I need to look at other things. There are some things that I need to set in place before I set the plan to motion.”“That's alright,” he replied.I had expected him to press on, wanting to know all that was going on, but he didn't. I wouldn't have told him either way.“Is there a way to reach out to you when I need your help?”“Of course,” he replied, pulling out his card.I received it, stared at the golden edge lamination, and placed it in my pocket.“Should I drive you back to your place?” He offered,I shook my head, “I'm good, thanks.” With that, I stepped out of the car. I quickly crossed by the road, and headed for my street. Luckily,
LEAHI knew Lucas was a terrible man, but finding this out was a real change to my perspective.I turned to find her staring at me. She raised an inquisitive brow, then turned to her sister who just shrugged.“I thought I pushed you off the balcony,” I revealed.“You-”“I know. You said I wasn't there, I know.” I cut in. I didn't need to hear it again. I touched my thighs, and then the chair, but I didn't know what to do. “You're sure I wasn't there?”“Yes,” she replied in a low tone. She wasn't harsh anymore, just confused.I rubbed my lips on each other, staring into nothing.Was every part of my life a lie? How deep had my husband cut in?“I was drunk that night,” I began to explain, “drunk, and intensively high, so my memory is jagged. I honestly don't remember all that had happened. Based on what I had been told, I saw you trying to kiss Lucas, and in jealousy, pushed you off the balcony.” I let a breath pass through my lips, “all my life, I have been feeling so guilty. Everyday
LEAHI shook my hand off her grip. “The next time you threaten me, I will show you the clear difference between a woman born in wealth, and a woman who stole her way there. Don't test me.”With that, I pushed her hand off, and walked off.Her eyes followed me as I strolled out of the building. As soon as I got to the driveway, I took a pause, taking in a deep breath.Francis was a pimp. Yes, he was. How dare he go ahead and tell her about the kiss making it look like it was my fault?We both kissed each other. I didn't force myself on him. I had initiated it, but that didn't mean-“Leah!” A sharp voice called my name,I turned to find Xander sprinting towards me. As soon as he approached me, he quickly corrected himself, “sorry, Mrs Irving. I only called you by your first name-”“What can I do for you?” I asked, crossing both arms over my chest.I could still feel my cheeks flushed in anger.“Here,” he handed me a brown file.“What is this?” “The divorce papers.”“I just authorize
LEAH“You're joking, right?”I shook my head. “I'm not. I'm serious, I want to adopt a child.”“And you want me to be the co parent,” he completed,“Exactly.”“No.”“Why?” I cocked my head, “I thought we were a team?” He closed his eyes, then I heard a deep groan. “Why do you want a child?”“Because she's important to me.”“Whose child do you want to adopt?”“Yours.” He was silent for a second. He leaned back on his chair, then finally leaned towards me. I was still by the door, with it slightly adjusted.“That's Kate's child,” he corrected,I clenched my jaw, biting back the words.“What do you say? Are you with me on this or not?”“I'm not with you on anything. You want to adopt a child? Go on, I'm not stopping you, but I won't be a part of it.”“This is your child!”“It's Kate's child.”My lips parted, and I was about to preach on how insensitive he was, but I clamped my lips shut. It was Lucas. Why had I expected better?I turned around, and walked out of his office.As soon as
LEAH“I'll work on it,”He didn't respond, but with a huff, he was out of the office.Lucas walked in immediately, “what did your uncle want?” “Since when did we become a team?” I snarled,He walked in fully, and closed the door behind him.I looked through the glass, ensuring he knew that everyone could see him. He tucked at his suit, and straightened his shoulders.“We need to be a team. Your uncle is the enemy, not me.”I glared at him, but didn't say a word as I retreated back to my seat.“Do you like your position in this company?”“Why? Do you want to take that away too? Haven't you taken enough from me?”“I'm not taking anything. Just listen to me. I can give you a permanent spot at this table, but you and I know your uncle is the common enemy. One chance, and he'll displace us permanently.”I looked him dead in the eye, “There is no way in hell you're trying to negotiate my father's company with me.”“Look, I'm not negotiating, I'm just-”I saw the desperation in his eyes, a
LEAH“I'm staying for the meeting, but please help me reach out to Drew's home, and see if you can speak to him.”“Alright, do you have any message you want me to pass on?”“No,” I shook my head, slightly, “just let him know that I'm checking in.” She walked out abruptly.I took one look at my phone, and typed in Martina's name on the search bar. She was the first to come up.As I scrolled through, I searched for whatever I could use to debunk whatever he was trying to do.Martina had a master's degree in finance and accounting. A first class degree. She was good.I had submerged myself into reading her profile, until Mary's voice pulled me off guard.“I called, and Mr Drew is not home.” Where the hell could he have gone to?“Were you informed on where he could be?” I asked,“Yes, he's at work.”I released a deep sigh, as I pinched my forehead. “Don't worry about it, thank you.” She nodded, and walked out.The intercom buzzed, and I heard Scarlett's voice.“We are all expected to
LEAH“Why are you staring at me?” He asked with his eyes semi closed.I shook my head, “nothing.” I didn't bother lying.“You should get dressed and go to work.”“You're not fine, I'm not leaving you here.”“I have a hundred staff here,” he argued, “I'm sure I'll be fine.”“I'm not leaving.”He glared at me, “go to work. There are already whispers about you, missing a day will give them a topic.”I didn't want to move an inch, but he had bit the bullet at the right point.I walked into my closet. I heard the doctor's voice as he came in, and I blocked their voices out.Soon enough, I had picked what I wanted to wear, and I changed into it.As I walked out of the room, Drew's eyes met mine one more time. “Get well soon,” I wished,He nodded, and I left the house.I knew I was an hour late for work. Eyes had lingered on me as I walked into the office. Mary ran to my side as soon as she sighted me. She smiled at me politely, “Good morning, ma'am. Let me help with your bag.” She offered
LEAH“I can't make any decisions right now. I'm going to bed, and you should too.”“Okay. Fine.” He didn't argue,I ended the call abruptly.As I wrapped the bed sheet over myself, sleep cuddled me like a warm blanket.THE NEXT MORNING.The blaring sound of the alarm woke me the next morning. With a groan, I picked up my phone, and swiped it off. What was even the time? I looked at the clock. Five am. It was good enough, I could start preparing for work.I got off the bed, and was about heading into the shower when I recalled none of the maids had brought in my outfit for today last night.Drew's perfectly worming team had forgotten my clothes, but they were somehow perfect at gossiping.I sucked in my teeth, and opened the door.To my surprise, a body fell on the floor. My pupils widened as his head hit the carpet.“Drew!” I screamed out, surprised.His eyelids flickered twice, and then a silent groan escaped his lips.In a bid to help him up, I grabbed his arms. His temperature h
LAEL“I've solved your problems”I opened my eyes immediately. He walked past me, and towards the bench.I closed my lips, and wiped the shame from them.The lights were dim, but bright enough for me to see his full physique. He took off the black gloves on his hands.“What do you mean?” I asked, not moving.“Your problem, I solved it.”“What problem?” “The murder accusation.” He replied, as he threw the leather gloves into the trash can.“How?” That was all I could ask. Nothing seemed to make any sense.He started to unbutton his equally black shirt, “Do you really want to know how?” “Yes,” He grunted, as he took the shirt off, and tossed it into the trash can too. He then took off his socks, and shoes. They got the same fate as the rest of his clothings.“Call a guard for me,”“No.”His eyes flickered, “Don't be stubborn, call a guard.”I refused to move.He sighed, picked up his phone, and I heard the buzzing sounds.“Boss,” I could hear his right hand’s voice.“Come to the gard
LEAHHe didn't say a word to me as he walked off.I heard his footsteps disappear, and I walked to the living room.Less than a minute later, his car revved. The metals of the gate clanked on each other, and his car soon disappeared from the compound.I touched my lips gently, still able to feel Francis's lips. What had I done? No. What did he do?He kissed me in his brother's house!He was married, and he kissed me in his brother's home.I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize myself. This was all shades of wrong.I headed straight for my room. It was impossible to deal with everything at the moment.As soon as I laid on the bed, I picked up my phone, and scrolled through. Kristy had made a post from my account.With a picture attached, she wrote,“I have heard your concerns, and I have seen your posts. The slander, the defense- all of it. Here I am to clear the airIt is not a rare occasion for someone of my stature to be seen at a police station. Was I escorted by two cops? Yes