All through the night, sleep was far away from me. Immediately the sun rose in the sky, I packed my things, not leaving a single one behind, and started out of the house.
Jacob had not come home last night, obviously he had spent the night with Ella. But I refused to let it bother me now, after all, she was the one he had loved from the start. Dragging my suitcases down the stairs, my phone beeped, coming alive with a message. My heart clenched as I saw the name "Ella" on the screen. [I hope you know now that you have been nothing but an obstacle in Jacob and I relationship. Do the needful without delay.] I scoffed, feeling anger rise in my blood. How dare she order me to leave my own husband for her? If only she knew how much I wanted to be done with him myself. I didn't spare her text a second glance before shoving my phone down my bag. I could only hope that Jacob would show up at court, because if he didn't, then I would have no choice than to release the video of him and Ella. And he probably knew how much damage that would cause for him. As I had suspected, Jacob showed up at court. Jaws clenched and expression stern. He wore a mask of frown, not even glancing towards me as he arrived hours later than expected. But I could see through that veil he had put up, the way his breath was uneven, his fist that clenched at his side. He had not expected me to drag things out for this long, he thought it was all a bluff, but after my text this morning letting him know I was not a joker, he just had to show. He finally walked towards me, a storm rising in those calm blue eyes. "Do you have any idea what you are doing?" His voice was gentle, unlike the monster that came at me last night. "If you hadn't been so obsessed with me, none of this would have happened." His voice was laced with defeat in contrast with the storm that burnt in his eyes. He was trying to manipulate me. I almost scoffed a laugh. It hurt my pride to know that this had been plotted before we even got married and I was no more than a puppet in his eyes. "It's too late for all your tricks Jacob," as softly as the words left my mouth, i felt my heart drowning. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't started sleeping with my sister." Those words left a bitter taste in my mouth. I managed to keep myself together. Taking out the documents, I placed them between us and held out a pen for him. He stared at me, reluctant to take the pen. "If you don't sign these papers right now, I swear I'll post that video. I'm not bluffing and you know that." I kept my voice firm, hiding how much I trembled on the inside. His hands clenched, teeth gritted in anger. I felt my heart skip a beat, afraid he was going to find a way to ruin this one as well. He snatched the pen from me and drew his signature on the paper. Tossing the pen my way, he grumbled. "You will regret this Blaire. I promise." His tone was sharp, spilling with hate. "No man will ever want a used product like you, you will never find someone to love you. You will come crawling back to me, begging me to take you, then it will be too late." For the first time in five years, I felt a weight lift off my chest. My heart's burden had lightened. I smiled. "I don't need a man like you Jacob and I pray that we never cross paths again." His eyes beamed with surprise, his resolve wavering. Then a smirk formed on his lips, "Let's see how long you will last before you break." His words made me stiffen, wondering if they were true. To make things worse, he leaned in closer, "you know you have nothing, you depend wholly on me. How do you plan to survive?" His voice brushed against my skin as a soft whisper. Pulling away, the last thing I saw was his smug smile as I rushed out of the courthouse, desperate for a breather. But things only got worse. The bright blonde hair of Ella caught my eyes, her plum red lips spread into a smile as she saw me. "My darling," her voice haunted me. "I can't even begin to wonder how you must be feeling." I scoffed a laugh. "Isn't this what you always wanted?" She clicked her tongue as if offended, "my dear, I never wanted you to find out cause I know how fragile your little heart is. Mum did this, not me." My chest stuffed with anger, my blood boiled and every breath became a challenge. Before I even knew it, my hands swung at her face, hitting her hard enough to make her stumble. She stared at me, feeling the same way as myself. Disbelief. Shock. A hand suddenly gripped me by the forearm, spinning me backwards. A hard slap pressed against my face where I stood, teary eyed, I looked up to see my mother's face. "How dare you hit your sister? You useless brat! Are you trying to make her as ugly as you?!" She spat at my face. My eyes caught the sight of Jacob coming out of the courthouse, I could not let him see me this way. Without responding, I rushed into the cab waiting for me and gave him my best friend's address. After what seemed like an eternity, the cab arrived at her place and she was waiting outside for me. Jessica rushed towards me, arms opened and enveloping me in a bear hug. My tears stung at my eyes but I forced a smile to my face. It was over. Five whole years. Over.He walked back over to our table and sat down, a smile on his face. "I'm sorry about that, would you like to hear about it?" I blinked. "Uhm... Sure." "I've been asked to act in a commercial for the Rolls Royce Phantom but I don't really want that kind of attention. I need your advice, what do you think I should do?" He asked me. I batted my lashes confusedly. "What-- me?" I pointed at myself and he nodded. "You want my advice?" "Yeah. What do you think I should do? I want to decline it but they keep insisting. They gave me total control over the planning and strategizing of how the ad will run. "I get to pick the brand of outfits and accessories to use for the ad and I will also decide how it will go. They said it has to be for some reason, if it's not me then they don't want anyone else." I didn't know what to say, how could I give a man like him advice? "I mean... I guess you could do it for them since they are so insistent. They even gave you veto power so you could consider
Scrolling through my phone, I felt so pleased with the news that was released. It made me more happy than when I opened my flagship store.Ella couldn't bring herself to apologize, her pride was bigger than the size of the earth. So the police had to intervene after all. Which made things worse for her. The restaurant wrote a press release about the issue, declaring that the Dickson family as well as the Sylvan family were banned from ever eating at the restaurant again. News spread faster than wild fire. Then it was also published that they were fined five million dollars for defamation of character and were to issue an apology as well. I didn't need their money but it didn't hurt to take from Ella, after everything she had taken from me. "Are you okay?" Fabian's voice pulled me out of my soliloquy and I dropped my phone on the table. He handed me a glass of water to help calm my nerves while our meal was being prepared. Accepting it with a smile, I let him sit down before I s
The manager bowed his head deeply. "Mr McConnell! You've arrived just in time! This woman over here--" "Is my guest." Fabian cut him off softly. "Yes, your guest, she..." The manager's words trailed off after realizing what Fabian had just said. "Your guest?!" I felt like I could finally breathe properly. A sense of relief washed over me where I stood and I felt like I could finally relax. "Didn't I inform you that a guest of mine would be coming over? What did I tell you to do when she arrives?" Fabian questioned him. "Y--yes sir! But I didn't know-- you told me a guest was coming and that I was to take her to the vvip section." He stuttered, fear plastered on his face. "Did you not know that she was around?" Fabian's voice was cool as he asked but that was what frightened the manager most. It made a chill run down my spine as well. The fact that he was so relaxed after witnessing what he did, normally others would get angry and yell out but he was calm and listened to
I stood in front of her, not willing to let myself be made into a fool like the last time. "What do you want from me Ella? You have taken everything I once owned, my mother, my husband, everything, what else do you want from me?" "Don't be such a whining baby, she is my mother too and Jacob had never been yours from the start." She gave a dramatic roll of her eyes as she spoke. "What exactly do you want?" I demanded, trying to hold back my anger. "I want to expose you to the whole world so they can see that you really are nothing but a pretender!" She spat out at my face. "A pretender?" I squinted. "Do you think I will really believe that stunt you pulled off the last time? You? The owner of Gemma's Collection, ha! I would rather believe that pigs can fly than believe that stupid lie." I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. "You need to get yourself checked because obviously you are not okay." "What are you doing in a place like this, Blaire?" A distant cold voice spoke u
CHAPTER 13The driver walked towards me, "Miss Blaire Quincy?" He asked with a slightly arched brow. I couldn't help but to wonder how such a man with good looks was working as a driver but I would be lying if I said I was surprised, knowing how hot Fabian was. I nodded my head in response, still trying to process the image that was before my eyes. Only very few people owned that kind of car in the entire world, the first man to have ever purchased it had kept his identity hidden, apparently it was Fabian! "Let me carry your purse for you while I lead you to the car." He offered, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh... Okay." I responded, still in shock. Jessica stood still next to me and only when I tapped her did she blink and look away from the car. "Huh? Oh my goodness! How come?""I feel so damn nervous..." I whispered to her. She took my hands in hers and squeezed them softly, "deep breaths B, everything will be alright." I nodded my head. "Maybe I should have dre
CHAPTER 12I stood in front of the mirror, checking out my dress and trying to find out if it was good enough. It sounded funny to me, looking in the mirror and trying to decide if I was good enough for a meeting with a man. A man I didn't even know that well! Fabian... How do you have this much power over me? I didn't want to overdo it, but I was afraid I would under do it as well. I had tried on a red sleeveless dress that reached just above my knee but it didn't quite seem to be the one. So I took it off and settled for pants instead, reminding myself not to over do it. I put on a white high waist palazzo pants with a white armless turtle neck and a golden chained belt around my waist to match my golden heels and purse. I made my hair into a tight and near bun with a golden scrunchie holding it in place. At first, I wanted to go for black heels like most people would settle for but I had recently gotten the golden heels and I just had to wear them. Besides, they looked amazi