Sydney's POVMy heart sank as Bella relayed Tavon's response and reaction when she suggested that he conduct a paternity test.I slumped on the woven chair I sat on in the garden terrace. The garden terrace was one of my favorite spots in this mansion. Apart from the fact that it was secluded and quiet - the perfect spot for meditation - it has now served as the perfect spot to hold our meetings and be rest assured that no one could easily eavesdrop without getting caught. And it was also a bit of a walk from the mansion.I closed my eyes, the sound of birds chirping and flowers rustling slightly filled my ears as I thought of our next course of action and what we could do. The warm spring breeze caressed my face, but I found little solace in the tranquil garden surroundings with the weight of our predicament hanging over me.Since Tavon didn't in any way care if Dylan was truly his nephew or not; in fact he had gotten so riled up when Bella suggested it that Bella knew it was only sm
Sydney's POVThere was a brief silence as Bella and I took our time to take in the information."That's sad…" I heard Bella murmur the same time I asked, "So what do you say we do? How do we get revenge on Dylan for what he did to us and to you?""First of all," she walked closer as she inhaled the smile of the cigarette. She closed her eyes as she exhaled with a smile that had me coughing slightly but I said nothing about that. If she was going to join us in this quest, then just like Bella, we have to accept her quirks with it.After she had taken her time to release the puff of smoke she dragged, she repeated herself, "First of all, if you want to get any revenge, I mean if you want to be alive to get any revenge," she looked between Bella and I before she leaned forward, instinctively,I found myself leaning forward too then she whispered, "lower your voices."I blinked and remained there for a second.Was this girl joking with us?She giggled slightly, "You were expecting me to sa
Sydney's POV"So," he raised his brows, "How're things so far?"I shrugged and took my time to respond. "Nothing much."He suddenly wiped off his smile with a frown,, "What do you mean nothing much? Come on, give me an appropriate report on what things he has been up to since the last time we spoke. Who did he meet with? What did he eat?..."He went on and on, listing and counting down things he wanted to hear with his fingers."Something like that, you know that," then he squinted his eyes, "wait, why are you stalling?"I shrugged again "I'm not stalling. There's just really nothing much to report." Part of me felt a bit of guilt for playing dumb, but I pushed it aside. This was too important – I couldn't risk blowing my cover over a minor deception."Even if he shits, Sydney, you have to tell me," he gritted out, his jaw tensing with impatience."Alright then, he did shit this week," I said lightly.I couldn’t resist a little joke to defuse the growing tension between us.I held bac
FEW DAYS LATERFEW DAYS LATERSydney's POVI woke up to a silent house. Not that it was always noisy in the mansion but there was always this buzzing energy in the atmosphere; the sound of Tavon's business-like voice (very distinct from the one he used in that room ) making business calls or the distant sounds of the whips, the clatters of plates in the kitchen, the murmurs and quiet giggles of Tavon's staff as they chatted animatedly and cracked jokes amongst themselves.I had grown accustomed to a quiet but not so quiet mansion, but this morning? The mansion was dead silent. If a pin dropped, I swear, it would echo throughout the mansion. It was eerily still as if the walls were also holding their breath.After peeking my head out a couple of times to catch a whiff of any hushed conversation or any hint as to what had gone wrong, I resigned and went to take my bath. The hot water did little to soothe the sense of dread that had settled in the pit of my stomach.I got dressed and proc
Sydney‘s POVScarlet wouldn't tell me more about how our plan would procede even though Tavon had decided to spare Dylan. I didn't know if Bella knew about this new update. I'd have asked her but she was not I sight as she was busy comforting her man.Without wasting much time, I got ready and rushed outside the mansion. In truth, I had no idea how I'd get to Dylan's place. I had no means of communication or means of transport. I stood before the entrance and thought of what to do..Fortunately, one of Tavon's men walked up to me. He gestured toward a sleek car with a practiced smile. "The godfather has asked me to take you to Mr Lucas' mansion."Oh. Goody! "Alright," I returned his tasteless smile with a bright one. "Thank you," I told him and he led me to the car.He drove me to Dylan's house. It took a few minutes before the gate was opened and the car was allowed to drive in.There were several of Dylan's men hanging around the compound, an unusual occurrence because they always s
Sydney’s povDylan pulled the trigger but nothing happened. His face became red and he tightened his hold on the gun as he continuously pulled the trigger like a fool.The scene replayed in my head for the umpteenth time that night. When Dylan left the car to go give instructions to his men, I was the only one left in the car.I looked around and quickly removed the bullets from the gun with shaky hands. I hadn't had any plans at mind but I sure knew that if he could shoot then he'd definitely be shot at.And that was exactly what was happening.Grasping what had happened, Tavon's bodyguards immediately brought out their ammunition and mercilessly shot at Dylan, making holes through his clothes and body. "That must have been how Axel was also shot at," I thought.Dylan's body finally could not take the shots anymore and as he fell to the floor, his gaze found mine behind the chair I had hid myself in. His eyes were filled with despair and pain as he hit the ground.I wanted to rush to
Mark's POVI looked up from the man speaking when the door opened and my assistant quickly walked in, his quick strides quickly diminishing the space between us.There was an apologetic look on his face and might I say, also a happy one.What exactly was making him happy? I thought, irritated. Another business deal? Another alliance or merger?He apologized to me then to the members of the meeting then he lowered himself till we were the same height since I remained seated. He tapped on the screen of the phone he held up.After Sydney left for Italy in search of her lover boy, my life had been nothing but work and taking care of Aiden. I threw myself more into work not just because she wasn't around but because she once again left for another man.Aiden was the only cute, adorable and concise remainder of her and so I made as much time as I could for him especially since Grace was always busy these days.But since she went missing, even little Aiden could tell that something had chang
NARRATOR’S POVONE YEAR LATERThe wedding preparations were in full swing, and Sydney rushed into the dressing room like a whirlwind, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room where Grace stood, resplendent in her wedding dress."Grace!" Sydney exclaimed, her initial frown melting into a beaming smile as she took in the breathtaking sight in front of her.Grace turned away from the mirror, surrounded by a swarm of cloth fitters, each one of them pinning and adjusting the folds of her wedding dress, and the many layers of the ivory satin and lace flowing around her like a dress from a fairy tale.Grace had designed the dress herself, because she wanted something that would be the best of the best. An epitome of both elegance and sophistication. Indeed, it was a masterpiece, with six seamstresses and fitters carefully tending to every detail on her body.A few hairstylists also hovered around Grace's head, working their fingers around the strands and twisting and cur