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Twenty one

Zeke's POV I arrived at the forecasting company around the time I predicted Kamille should be done with her interview, but I had waited for a few minutes before I was told she was coming out of the building. As I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked with Kamille's, and I couldn't miss the shock on her face. For a brief moment, it seemed like time stood still as we gazed at each other. Damn! How could I have missed how beautiful she is? Just as quickly as she saw me, she recovered and continued walking. As she tried to pass by me, clearly avoiding any interaction, I couldn't let her slip away without a word. I reached out and gently grabbed her arm, turning her around to face me.After a moment in my arms, she spoke up first, “Zeke? What are you doing here? Let me go, we are in public.”“Kamille,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, “we need to talk.”She stared at me for awhile. She seemed hesitant. But then she said, “Well, I don't want to talk to you and that's why I

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty two

Kamille's POV As I settled into the backseat of the cab, my mind buzzed with streams of thoughts and emotions. I gently placed my hands over my fast racing heart, hoping to calm it down.“Everything alright Ma'am?” The driver called out.“Yes, yes. I am very well. Thank you.” I replied and the cab driver nodded in response and kept on driving.Zeke's unexpected appearance had left me reeling, his words echoing in my mind, haunting me. What did he really want from me?His sudden warmth and sincerity were like a sharp contrast to the coldness he had always shown me before. It left me feeling disoriented, questioning his intentions and my own feelings.I couldn't help but recall the countless times Zeke had treated me with indifference, his icy demeanor. From the day he had asked me…No! From the day he had ordered me…. To sign the divorce papers with cold, unyielding eyes, to the moments when my efforts to please him with homemade meals were met with nothing but silent rejection, Zeke

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty three

Zeke's POV As I stepped into the office, my mind was still consumed with thoughts about Kamille. Why the fuck could she just not understand my intentions? I sat in the leather bound swivel chair which was supposed to give me comfort, but I felt no comfort.“Excuse me Sir.” Mr Rogers called out. I gave him a cold glance. His eyes fluttered at my cold eyes but over the years he had toughened up and was able to withstand my temper and not cower like others.Only a few could. “We have just received new Intel on the lawyer's case.” He began and my ears perked up with interest but I showed no emotions, so he continued.“The investigation into the cause of the accident has yielded new evidence that proves that the car was tampered with and that caused the accident. So the accident was actually orchestrated by someone.” Mr. Rogers said.“By who?” I asked coldly.“We do not have any evidences or leads as to who could have done such a thing. But whoever it was, must have had a lot to benefi

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty four

Ellen's POV Finally! Something hopeful to start the fucking day.The housekeeper at Zeke's house, Martha or whatever the hell her name, sent me a text in the wee hours of the morning saying she found something valuable to give to me. She said it belonged to the sneaky lady she saw at Zeke's place.I had no choice than to go meet her. I don't trust anyone enough to send on such matters.I strode down the sidewalk, my designer heels clicking against the pavement. My meticulously styled hair bounced with each step. I arrived at the sleek SUV parked in front of my condo, Max, my Chief security personnel and Ava stood waiting. Max opened the car and I got in, Ava sat some distance away from me and Max took the front seat beside the driver.Coursing through the bustling streets of London, I juggled a flurry of phone calls, while Ava was busy responding to the pending mails. “Canceled? But why?” My voice was sharp with disbelief as I listened to yet another cancellation from a musician sc

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty five

Ellen's POV As I walked into the grand foyer of our family estate, I made no effort to conceal the frustration and anger that weighed my heart. The foyer stretched out before me, adorned with exquisite marble floors and towering columns that reached towards a magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “Why are you crawling behind me like a disfigured snail?!” I yelled at Ava, my assistant.She scurried to my side. I gave her a demeaning look and with a graceful flick of my wrist, I tossed my bags into her awaiting arms, knowing she would handle them with the utmost care no matter what.I walked into the mansion that stood in front of me.“You there, fetch me some water at once.” I snapped at one of the house keepers, my tone sharp with frustration.The maid scurried to comply with my demand, disappearing momentarily before returning with a crystal-clear glass filled to the brim with refreshing water. Yet, as she approached, I couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty six

Ellen's POV Despite the array of food displayed before us, no one seemed to have any appetite. I raised my head to look at my Father who was waiting for a response to his question.“All the musicians are pulling out.” I responded, my voice tinged with annoyance. “And I can't control what they do. No one wants to be associated with our family's persecution.”But my father was unfazed, his disappointment morphing into anger as he laid bare his frustrations. “You had one job, one fucking job Ellen!” He seethed, his voice dripping with contempt. “All you had to do was marry and STAY MARRIED to Ezekiel Reid but you couldn't do that right. You just went in and messed things up with your bratty attitude!”“Dad!” I screamed in shock and hurt. “Can you stop talking to me like that?”“Dad is actually right though.” I turned to hear Gabriel say as he pick some berries into his mouth.What is with this good for nothing weasel? I rolled my eyes and ignored him but he continued, “You literally ru

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty seven

Kamille's POVAs I sat at my desk, surrounded by paperwork and evidence, my mind drifted back to a time long ago, when I was just a child, a few years older than my own tucked-in angels in their rooms. I looked through the evidence I had gathered on Liz. Her fight is a few days away and I have to send these pieces of evidence to Amanda, so she forwards them to the blogger.I study the photos of my injuries, the fractured arms, the bruised ribs decolourized purplish red– and my heart aches with empathy as though I was feeling the pain afresh. Relishing my past hurt, my mind took me back to the days when my sisters' bullying left me battered and bruised, physically and emotionally. Each time I tried to speak up, they twisted the truth, painting me as the villain in our family drama.“Kamille, stop trying to blame your sisters for everything.” Esther Manor's voice echoes in my mind, filled with doubt and disbelief. “They're just playing around.”“But Mom, it's not fair! They're hurting

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty Eight

Zeke's POV Standing in front of the dresser mirror in my closet, I couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability beneath my carefully crafted facade of confidence and control. Despite how firm I thought I was, Kamille always had a way of stirring emotions in me that I did not think I would have towards her.My thoughts were consumed by her avoidance of me, her silence echoing loudly in the empty room. I longed for her response, yet the lack of it only deepened my unease. I asked myself questions as though I were in her shoe. Why would she come to see me? Why would she believe anything I say? Could she not have noticed the missing photo of her kids?The kids that look so much like me but Kamille has refused to admit my fatherhood over them I walked back into the room, as I searched for the photograph she had left behind. I had kept the photo on the bedstand but I could not find it there anymore Where could it have gone? Did someone take it, or was it simply misplaced? Frustration

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Twenty nine

Kamille's POV Time flew quickly and Friday night arrived in no time. I paced back and forth in my room, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. Was going on this dinner with Chris really necessary? He was my kid's teacher in school. As I debated whether to follow through with the plan or not, a message from an unknown number flashed on my phone screen. Hey Ms Kamille,Seven pm at the L and S cuisine.I'll be here. Whatever you decide,I'll understand.Chris. How had he managed to get hold of my home line? I wondered briefly, before realization dawned on me. Of course, he would have my parents' number from the school records. And I had linked my direct line to the home line in case of emergencies.After reading Chris's message, I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination wash over me. Giving another man a chance besides Zeke was something I had never considered before. But Chris seemed like a good person. He had an unsettling look in his eyes, but he still looked l

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

Thirty

Kamille's POV As I picked up the call, my heart sank at the sound of Nanny Dona's distressed voice. “Royer ma'am, Royer.” She cried, her words sending a shiver down my spine.My pulse quickened, my chest tightening with fear, but I forced myself to stay calm as I asked, “Calm down Dona and talk to me. What happened?”Through her tears, Nanny Dona managed to choke out the words, “I was just reading in the living room and Royer went to use the bathroom himself so he slipped and fell. Blood…”My world came crashing down around me at her words, a wave of utter fear washing over me. Without another thought, I abruptly stood up, leaving Chris bewildered and confused as I rushed out of the restaurant in tears.My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I sprinted through the room, panic gnawing at my insides. As I raced out of the restaurant, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat echoing the frantic rhythm of my thoughts.Fear coursed through me like a torrential river, threateni

Última actualización : 2024-05-13

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