(Lily’s Pov)When my son woke up, I had to beg the doctor to let us go because his twin brother was at home all alone. The doctor refused and asked that I let them take care of him while I go back to his brother at home but fear wouldn’t let me do that.“I’m sorry ma, we can’t let you take him home when he hasn’t healed properly,” the doctor said.“But I can take care of him at home, all you have to do is give me his drugs and I will administer them to him following your directions” I pleaded.“It doesn’t work that way, ma’am. Let us take care of his wounds” the doctor insisted.“You’re not in any position to tell me what to do with my child” I fumed.“You can take him home if you want, we are only trying our best to make sure that your son is in good condition” the doctor replied.After giving a second thought to the doctor’s advice, I had no other choice left other than to call on Samantha and let her know what happened to one of the twins.“Hello Samantha” I cried.“Why are you cry
(Jack’s Pov)In a bid to find comfort, I ran into a bar filled with lots of people and echoes that came from the loud music being played in the bar. It was a locally made expensive bar and had a very beautiful sight but I was in pains not to pay attention to its details.I found my way into the thick crowd that was rocking each other and flirting around. The crowd was congested but I still managed to find my way to the barman’s spot where I would stay and drink until I’m able to forget all that I’d been through.“One beer please,” I said to the bar attendant who was serving everybody.“Are you married?” the young man asked.“Excuse me,” I said looking confused. I didn’t know what being married had to do with ordering a beer in the bar.“You’re in the couple’s corner, if you’re alone then you should go to the other side, divorced people aren’t allowed her either,” the barboy said pointing to the corner which had only a young lady who was already drinking herself to stupor.For a moment
(Lily’s Pov)“Sorry, for what exactly?” I asked with a voice heavy with emotion.“I’m sorry for everything. Can’t you see how sorry I am?” Austin asked“I don’t care whether you are sorry or not. You’re supposed to stay away from my life, I paid the price for that remember?”“Lily it’s not my fault that things happened the way they did…”“It’s my fault then. How could you? Austin I trusted you so much and yet you broke me the third time. Why do you have to keep hurting me? What did I ever do to you to deserve the things that I get from you?” I asked trying so hard to withhold my tears from dropping.Austin tried to make an inch closer but I took two steps backwards to stop him from coming any closer. I never believed I would set my eyes on him again after what he did to me.When Jack showed me that video of us having sex, a video I knew nothing about, my heart sank into my stomach. Austin took a sex video of us without my knowledge. He drugged me and had sex with me.“How am I suppose
(Lily's POV)After emptying my bowel, I flushed the closet and washed my tiny fingers under the warm water cascading down the sink. I sashayed out of the toilet to my towel rack and I grabbed one of the towels and wiped off the freckles of water that settled on my hand."I have to be fast with this packing," I mumbled beneath my breath when my hazel eyeballs drifted to the clothes piled on the bed. I threw the towel back onto its rack and darted to my king-sized bed.I heaved a sigh of exhaustion as I continued to fold the tons of new clothes into my traveling bag. I used my salary to purchase all of them after resigning from my teaching job two weeks ago. After some minutes of packing, I bawled when I came across some crazy transparent patterns that were sewn inside three of the most expensive black gowns I had bought. It was their thick textures and the durabilities that had drawn them to me and I did not even think twice or check them thoroughly before I paid for them"Why didn't
(Lily's POV)I waited impatiently as I knocked twice on the metallic door of his private study but I got no response. I knocked again and after a while, I decided to go back to my room and come back the following morning. I was about to take the second step when I tilted my neck and halted in my tracks. My eyes had hovered around the knob of the door and I found out it was sort of twisted.The only reason the knob could be like that was that the door was not locked and that meant that my dad was inside. But I have been knocking. It was really unusual for Dad to leave the door unlocked unless he was in there. We had dinner two hours ago and he apprised me that he was coming here to finish one of his projects. I also told him I was going to pack my clothes but he didn't reply to me after that. He only nodded which was unlike him and I went to my room.Could it be that he has drifted off into Dreamland because he sometimes spent his night there, or could he be in the restroom? My dad h
(Jack's POV)I rested my spines on the headboard of my master bedroom as I quaffed down an alcoholic drink, watching my male Personal Assistant run some programs on my new software. I had ordered him to follow me to my mansion after our normal working hours and he had no choice but to heed because he knew what I could do to him if he defied my order. "Drrz drrz…!" his phone kept ringing. He surreptitiously keeked at me and I gave him a withering stare. He shut his mouth instantly when I saw he was about to talk.I gulped the alcohol but I decided not to swallow it. I wanted to teach him a lesson so dropped the bottle of alcohol on its designated gray and dawdled toward him. "I apologize, sir, it was my wife, sir," he shivered and fear outlined on his face as he jolted upright. That was what I loved to see on people's faces. Fear! I spat a portion of the alcohol on his face and drizzled the rest all over his body. "Aaaouch!" he yelled when the alcohol penetrated his eyes and I smir
(Lily's POV)Throughout midnight at the railway station, my heart capsized like the Titanic ship and I wept profusely. How could my biological father do this to me without thinking about my feelings? Did I not mean anything to him?I wished Mum was alive, she would not have accepted that her daughter was traded just because of her husband's company. The thought of how she and my siblings died clouded me again and my tears rekindled.My phone vibrated in my pocket and this was going to be the third time my phone would be ringing. I shove my hands into my pocket with the intention to pull it out and fling it to God knows where. I just wanted to be alone.Not until I saw that it was not thrice that I had received the call but it was the eighteenth time and the calls were from the same unknown number. I was skeptical to pick at first but then, I remembered when mum used to tell me not to pick unknown numbers but you could if the caller called many times. It meant that something one did n
(Jack’s Pov)If not that I want an heir, I wouldn’t have had anything to do with a poor brat like her, “Lily? Horrible name”. Jane should have done better with her choice of a wife for me, even if it was a contract marriage, I deserve better.She better gives me beautiful children because I wouldn’t take ugly children from her, I can’t let go of what her father owes me and she pays me back with ugly-looking children.I don’t know why but my face began to turn red thinking about the whole thing, I never wanted to have anything to do with people below my standard but on second thought, I decided to see it as a beneficial kind of marriage that it is, she gives me an heir and I throw her out to the street where she belongs. Poor thing.All these poor people, I said as I emptied the half-full bottle of whiskey in front of me into a glass cup. As if the rage was too much to handle sitting down, I stood up and moved around my room, I wasn’t seeing everything in my room the same way again.Wh