Selina's POV The car sped through the estate gates, my fingers gripping my phone tight. My head swam with a mix of humiliation, confusion, and reluctant gratitude.Todd, a mole?Travis knew and instead of telling me, he went behind my back and made me look reckless. He even watched me throw tantrums. It must have been amusing to watch my folly.When we finally arrived at the hospital, the scene outside was chaotic. Security vehicles, police swarmed the entrance. Cameras flashed as reporters tried to push past the barricades.Instantly, I became conscious of my outlook. My hair tied in a messy bun with strands sticking out like she had just rolled out of bed. My oversized T-shirt hung loosely over ripped denim jeans, and I was wearing a pair of black sneakers.I didn't know that things had gone out of hand and there were reporters all around.“Stay behind me,” Dray warned, he must have seen me shudder. He helped me down from the car while Zick held out my crutches. My foot screamed i
Selina’s POVI woke to a dull ache in my foot and the faint chill of ice melting against my skin. My eyelids fluttered open to see morning light streaming through the blinds. For a second, I forgot where I was until I remembered the previous night…I had stormed into Travis’ office but slumped. He held me in his arms and carried me to … God knows where and …Remembering all, I jerked up but pain tethered down my whole length and I recoiled into the bed.I felt a dent on the bed and looked in the direction only to find Travis. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Fully dressed and scrolling through his phone.The memory of last night hit me like a slap on the face. His bare chest, his strong arms holding me like I weighed nothing… and my embarrassing attempt to escape from him.“Morning,” he said without looking up.I swallowed and sat up slightly. “Morning,” I muttered, not sure whether to thank him or punch him.“Stop staring like you want to punch me,” he said looking up from his
Selina's POV“What the heck do you think you are doing!?” I thundered as I limped into Travis office.Travis remained seated. His eyes flicked my way and he continued with whatever he was writing.Then, like he had no care in the world, he muttered casually. “You shouldn't be running around with your leg,” he didn't spare me a glance.I ran my hand through my hair impatiently, I was going insane. “How could you!” I snarled. “I won't let it slide. I will sue you if I lose the patient in that hospital room.” I gritted but he looked unperturbed.“Come to me, Morrinson. Let me teach you how to do business,” he reclined into his chair and swiveled sideways.“ I am not talking about business here and you know it! How could you dismiss the guard at…”“You shouldn't hold all your stakes in front of your enemies. You should hide your cards until you strike down your enemies without giving any cue,” he cut inMy anger spiked. I walked closer to him, forgetting my bad foot.“Selin?” Travis screa
Travis.As I walked out of Selina's apartment, my phone rang.“Boss, I have sent in some pictures. It is the remains of the warehouse that Selina Morrison visited. It was a narrow escape for her and her crew…” I clutched my phone tighter as my informant continued. I tapped my phone, logged in my email and stared back at the pictures that were sent to me. The ashes of what was once a warehouse laid in ruins on the screen of my phone. “Who is the culprit?” I asked coldly.“Not yet confirmed. My men are…”“Do your job right. Complete your job before you call me,” I gritted and hung up.“I don't care who it is, but no one touches my things and goes free. Selina is mine, I own her!” My blood boiled as I eased into the car.“Take me down to the main office,” I fumed at my driver.SelinaThe maids were handy, how thoughtful of him. I thought as I watched the maids run around to get things done. I had never been handicapped in my life, not since I learnt how to protect myself and reach my g
Selina' POVThe evening glow seeped in, making the room warm and bright. I was sitting on the sofa with my back resting on the armrest. My right leg was kissing the floor while my left leg lay on the sofa. My left foot was heavily bandaged, I was immobile.I was almost hospitalized but didn't want it. I hated hospitals, the smell and all usually made me nauseous.“It is best that you stay on admission here. But if you insist on leaving, we will let you go only in one condition,” the doctor raised up a finger, “... You will remain immobile. If you don't, you will end up here in a worse condition.” He warned.What I had thought to be an ordinary sprain turned out to be dislocation. It had swollen before we left Orley and the pain was unbearable. When we hit back to town, I was admitted alongside Mr Alfred. But while Mr Alfred remained in the hospital under security, here I am back in the warmth of my room. I hated hospitals!Tyler and Zick took the intruder who we cut to the police sta
Selina's POV“Get her!” One growled and threw a knife.The knife went Tyler's way but Todd pushed him out of the way. The knife swooped past them and dropped on the floor.Get her? Did he mean me? That means they recognised me and knew I would come around today. Our plan must have leaked and they wanted to get rid of Mr Alfred and me.My rage soared. With my foot, I kicked up Zick's pistol that was on the floor. I plunged forward, picked the pistol amidst air and fired a warning shot on the wall.The attackers panicked, but one charged towards me blindly. I sidestepped, kicking his knee with brutal precision. He crashed to the floor with a thud.Before I could balance, the other one raised his switchblade and lunged toward Alfred.Fists landed like hammers as Dray tackled him.The one I pinned to the ground wanted to pull my foot to knock me down but I pinned him down and aimed my gun at him, my hand on the trigger.He fidgeted and I roared,“Who sent you!?”He remained silent and loo