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
I received a pornographic video."Do you like this?"The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts."Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response."You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.I let the video play, watching and listening to the two of them having sex, my disgust being provoked time and time again. Every time I hear their moans,
The soft wind of the night continued to whip my hair to and fro while I stood outside with my suitcase next to me. I was already out of that house, finally. Not quite far ahead into the streets, I noticed the headlights flashing brightly in my direction, and a faint smile quirked up my lips because I recognized who it was in an instant.The flamboyant red sports car pulled over right in front of where I stood, and an even more flamboyant woman was in the driver's seat twiddling her fingers at me as she wound down the windows.It was Grace.Grace was not only my best friend, she was also my business partner. We've been inseparable since our college days. And because we both shared a passion for fashion, we both decided to turn our dreams into reality by co-founding Luxe Vogue, a fashion-forward online shopping website that quickly became a favorite among young trendsetters.Grace had a keen eye for design, so she was in charge of designing stunning clothing collections, while I focused
MARK POVI pulled into the driveway, exhausted. Another long day of both work and fun had left me drained, and all I wanted was to unwind and relax. I stepped out of the car and loosened my tie, eager to get inside and finally relax. When I entered the house, I saw Sydney sitting there, staring at me with her usual blank look. I barely spared her a glance while heading straight for my study."I want a divorce," Sydney said before I could even reach the sanctuary of my study.Divorce? Ridiculous was the first word that came to my mind, and ridiculous it was indeed. The family business of Sydney's parents had been lent to the GT Group, which I owned. This was a contract that benefited both parties in every sense of the word. Sydney was only a woman I'd married, who depended on her parents and me for survival.Divorce, huh? It was obviously her new way of crying for attention, like she was fond of doing. It used to be the pitiful demeanor she carried around her, which was enough to convi
SYDNEY'S POVAs soon as I returned to the airport, I could already see Grace waving eagerly at me from the other side. Enthusiastic smiles and grins curled up my lips the closer I got to her. My short trip had come to an end, and might I say that those were the happiest three months of my life in a very long time.I wheeled my suitcase faster behind me and rushed, also waving back at Grace and rushing to meet her where she was standing. I hadn't noticed for a second at first, but someone familiar walked quickly past me. I couldn't help stopping to turn; I could swear I knew that back. No one could tell me otherwise, it had to be Mark. It was him.I was right, I confirmed with myself when I actually stopped and turned back to look at the person. It was Mark, I couldn't have missed it, walking with those fast strides of his as usual. He probably didn’t see me? Or if he maybe didn't recognize me again? I'd been gone for just three months, but if that was enough time for him not to know w
SYDNEY'S POVI threw that damn agreement into the shredder," he spat. "I've already canceled an important meeting for you, I can't waste any more time."He hadn't changed one bit. He was still that angry, impatient man I'd left behind who thought the world revolved around him. Rather, “my world”. If he didn't want his time wasted, why the hell did he follow me back there?Whether he threw the documents into the shredder, or burnt them to ashes with a lighter from his study, or kept them somewhere, none of that was my business.I stepped back from the door and stared angrily at his face."My intention to divorce you is serious and solemn. If you don't accept a divorce by agreement, then I will have to file a lawsuit for divorce. That will only waste more of your “precious” time, Mr. Man!" I made that much clear.At a point, my mind would slide back to think about the man who was probably still hiding somewhere in the house. I was also standing in front of the door and making sure to bl