WRITER POVSCENE: THE HUNTER’S ESTATEThe sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the meticulously manicured lawns of the grand estate. A sprawling mansion stands at the centre of this lush expanse, its elegant architecture a testament to wealth and refinement. The air is still, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Gentle... Yes. That was until the loud sound of a bullet erupted, forcing the birds out of their homes to flee somewhere safe.At the edge of the property, a man clad in hunting attire, his perfect physique and muscles fighting against the fabric that covered him, lowered his gun and looked into the distance in wait.His name?Leonard Whitaker, a distinguished figure in his late thirties, with silver hair that complements his sharp, commanding features. His eyes, a piercing blue, reflect both intelligence and a certain steely gaze sure to still your breath away.Leonard placed the finely crafted hunti
SARAH POV It's pathetic really. How I started as someone who thought she had hit the jackpot. Only for the stepsister to hop in and take everything good in the end.I don't know if I should feel like Cinderella or the evil stepsisters but I can feel the pain of hitting rock bottom right now.Will I be stuck here, a divorcee, still single, and working for the husband of my stepsister and my stepsister herself, she's out there getting the best out of life. I hate my life.Where did I go wrong? How was I to know that this Keith would make me a happy wife if I had gone through with the engagement? That's not what the rumours said. This isn't fair. I was lied to. I could have been in Jenna's position right now. I thought she'd suffer. I thought I made the right choice marrying Raphael back then but it wasn't.I slammed my palm on my desk and groaned out loud in frustration. I realized I was still at work and I shrank back into my seat when I noticed some eyes on me.Even in her absence,
"Or what?" I challenged, my voice shaking. "What are you going to do?"Yilena took a deep breath, her eyes filled with disdain and determination. "Or I'll make sure you regret every single word you've said to me today. You're nothing but a spiteful, envious woman who can't stand to see others happy. Do you think you're the only one suffering? You have no idea."I laughed bitterly, "And you do? Just because you're still pining over a man who doesn't love you? At least I moved on, tried to make something of myself.""Moved on? By trying to drag others down with you?" Yilena shook her head. "You're pathetic, Sarah. Maybe we were alike once, but not anymore. I came here today to apologize, and to make things right. But you... you're still stuck in your misery."I wanted to retort, to scream at her, but the words caught in my throat. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was stuck. But admitting that would mean facing my failures, and my regrets, and I wasn't ready for that.Yilena turned her back
YILENA POVI stood on the doorstep of Keith and Jenna's home, my heart pounding in my chest.The sprawling estate loomed before me, the life I had once dreamed of having with Keith but never achieved. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to do. It wasn’t Jenna’s fault, I reminded myself. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own for holding onto this bitterness and longing for an unreachable love for so long.I rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open, and Keith stood there, his expression immediately darkening at the sight of me."Yilena," he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?"I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Keith, I... I need to talk to you and Jenna. Please, I must get this off my chest"Keith's frown deepened, and he started to close the door. "I don’t think that’s a good idea.""Wait!" I cried, desperation creeping into my voice. I had to set things right. I should at least not turn into their enemy. "Please, Keith. I jus
RICHARD POVThe hum of jet engines filled the air as my sleek, black Gulfstream G650 touched down on the private runway. As the door opened, I descended the steps with a confident stride, my tailored suit pristine and my dark hair perfectly in place. My eyes, sharp and calculating, took in my surroundings as I stepped onto the tarmac. I adjusted my cufflinks, a small but habitual gesture of mine.The terminal was bustling with activity, a mixture of the ultra-wealthy, their assistants, and a few paparazzi hoping for a shot of a celebrity or two. I glanced at my watch, mentally ticking off the seconds before my meeting. But just as I was halfway out of the airport, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Distracted, I reached for it, barely noticing the approaching blur of motion until it was too late.A collision.A flurry of blonde hair.A thud.I stumbled back a step, regaining my balance quickly. It was at moments like these, I wished I had the strength of my close friend. He wouldn't have
"There was this woman at the airport. We collided. She was... captivating. Cute... But feisty." I said, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice.Keith laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed in the now-empty boardroom. "A woman? That's what threw you off?""Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. But she was different, Keith. There was something about her," I said, almost defensively.Keith's smile turned more thoughtful. "Well, whatever it is, you handled the meeting well despite the distraction. How about we celebrate tonight? Like old times?""Celebrate?" I echoed, a little taken aback by the suggestion."Yeah. There's a new club downtown. Exclusive, high-end. Perfect for unwinding after a day like this. What do you say?" Keith's eyes sparkled with mischief and camaraderie.I hesitated for a moment, the image of the blonde woman still lingering in my mind. But the idea of a night out with Keith, like we used to, was tempting. "Alright, let's do it. It'll be good to blow off some steam," I a
The stranger's grip tightened painfully around my wrist, his face contorted with anger as his eyes looked at me with belittlement. I hated men like him. Before he could say or do anything further, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.In a swift, fluid motion, I caught the stranger's free hand mid-air as he tried to strike me, twisting his arm behind his back which made him let go of my other hand I lifted him off his feet and with a powerful move, slammed the man to the ground, sending a shockwave through the crowd that had gathered around us.The stranger gasped, looking up at his attacker with a mix of fear and rage. But before he could retaliate, I raised my fists, my gaze drunk but blazing with fury. The stranger, recognizing the danger he was in, swore loudly and scrambled to his feet, fleeing the scene as quickly as his legs would carry him."Fucker didn't stay long enough to cool me down." I cursed and took my drink from the counter, finishing it up before placing th
I stared at her in shock, my heart pounding in my chest. Did she know Keith? How? Maybe she was talking about a different Keith.I turned to him, searching for answers, but his face was a mask of inscrutability."Keith, what's going on here?" I demanded, my voice a mixture of confusion and urgency.Keith sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "Richard, there's a lot you don't know. She's... well, she's someone I knew a long time ago. It's complicated.""Complicated how?" I pressed, not willing to let it drop. "How do you know her?"Keith glanced at the unconscious woman in the back seat, then back at me. "Her name is Yilena. We were... involved, years ago. We parted a long time ago and I hadn't seen her since. Until recently."My mind was reeling. This whole situation was spiralling into something much deeper than I had anticipated. "And now what?""Let's get her home first. After that, we'll talk." Keith said, walking to the driver's seat.My thoughts raced.