Brie POVI don’t know how to react to that.To be honest, Hanna’s news did not surprise me.Britney White has always been Noah Hunter’s one and true love.I slowly massaged my chest with my hand when I felt a squeezing pain and sighed.
Brie POVAfter breastfeeding and burping them, Jenna sat with me for a while. We watched the babies while they were asleep.“So, have you thought about the names of the triplets?” She asked.“Yeah. My brothers helped. The five of us agreed on the names.” I informed her.When the hospital administrator came in later, I told him I would name the children Riley, Mason, and Brix. They took Ford as their surname after me. I am now Briana Ford.Gone was Briana Johnson. She was a person of the past and someone I would rather forget.We stayed at the hospital for a few more days before Jenna gave me the clear go.My brothers were all over the babies.They took turns caring for them, leaving their three nannies with nothing to do most of the time.I wanted to call the agency to return the nannies.Rowan insisted that I keep them. He argued that when the children get old
Brie POVFury I had never known before engulfed my being and spread through every part of my body. There are so many things Noah Hunter had to answer me for.The lies he concocted were unforgivable.When I had the triplets, love filled my heart, changing my perspective about getting back at Noah.The triplets were all I ever needed.I do not want to muddle our lives by showing up on Noah’s turf. I was so convinced to keep my distance to keep my peace.But after hearing Goldstone, a different level of anger took hold of my being. Knowing that Noah deliberately kept me in the dark about my inheritance, hate-filled me to the core. What he did was more than cruel.“What do I have to do?” I looked at Goldstone squarely, letting my anger talk for me.We stared at each other. I am sure Goldstone was assessing me and my mettle. Then, he smiled. His lips curled, showing off perfectly white teeth.“Work hard and become the best. Beat Noah Hunter in his own game.”I nodded slowly, letting the
Brie POV“Carlo Bianchi Salon?” I was surprised when I set my flats-clad feet outside the two-story building that would serve as the meeting place for the appointment Charles set for me.At first, I thought I got it wrong.I looked at my phone's gallery, where I took an image of a piece of paper Charles handed me last night to see if I got the address correct, thinking there had to be a mix-up.When double-checking proved I had the correct address, a frown formed slowly on my forehead.Why would my brother send me to a salon?Then, when I was about to turn around and ditch the appointment, the glass doors opened to reveal the face of a thirty-ish man with a flawless face and a buzz cut that enhanced his facial hair.“Ms. Ford, I am Carlo Bianchi. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He told me before lifting his hand in my direction. While doing so, I noticed how he ran his eyes over my body as if I was merchandise he was trying to inspect. The perusal was not offending, but it was critic
Hunter POVFour years later.“Why didn’t anyone bother to tell me about the incident?” I hissed at the head of my legal team.With my free hand, I clutched a copy of the morning paper where a news report about a branch of Hunter Hotels was published.It wouldn’t have been crucial if the report was good, but it was the opposite. And it irritated the h*ll out of me.“Sir, we already apologized to the customer. We also upgraded his room and provided freebies. We did not know he would go to the press to make a complaint.”“Have you secured a non-disclosure on this?”There was silence on the other line, telling me he didn’t. “Mr. Langley, you have to understand that we cannot take anyone’s word at face value. We always have to put it in print.”“It was just a mix-up, sir. It happens all the time.”“So, you mean to tell me all these years you did not impose countermeasures to prevent occurrences such as this? Even if it happens every day, we can’t leave anything to chance. We always have
Noah Hunter POV“Noah!” I turned my head around and saw Britney White, my fiancée, waving at me. Two people flanked her. The one on her right is her manager, whom I have known fairly well over the years, and the one on her left is her bodyguard.When our eyes met, she dropped her carryall bag and ran toward me, ignoring the buzz around her. People started smiling at the sight of her weaving her way around the crowd and getting their phones out to catch her on video.As an international model, Britney is quite popular and is considered a celebrity in her own right. When she dashed in my direction, she was shedding all the air of sophistication surrounding her, looking like a girl so much in love. My lips curled reflexively at the corners before I moved my feet toward her. When we met at the center of the large airport, she clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss my lips. “I missed you.” She told me, gliding her lips to mine. For a moment, something in my mind flash
Noah POVI slid inside the car to join Britney, and without looking at her, I ordered the driver to pull away, which he did immediately following my orders.I checked my watch and started counting the time. I could not wait to drop Britney off so I could do my thing.I felt Britney shift in her seat while she drew closer. “I am sorry. Are you still upset with me?” She asked.Gone was the flamboyant persona she assumed at the airport, and she was back to the timid Britney I used to know when we were together, one of the things I liked about her.“I am not,” I told her tersely.I was looking forward. My mind is busy conjuring the face of that woman in the airport. Her eyes were the same as Briana's, but the resemblance stopped there.While Briana had pale brown straight hair, the woman at the airport had wavy blonde hair that shone when it caught light.Her body commands attention – from the small of her waist to the gently flaring hips and gorgeous legs. My hands itched to run my
Noah POVWhen the car turned round the block, and we were well out of sight of Britney’s apartment, I did what I had been itching to do earlier. I took my phone out and called Brent, a private investigator, in my employ.He works for me independently but not for the company, and over the years, we developed mutual trust that paved the way to becoming good friends. He was one of my people now, not just an employee. He owns one of the top surveillance and investigative agencies in the country. “Morning, boss. What’s with the early call?” He said flippantly when he picked up.“Stop making me feel like a stuck-up CEO,” I told him succinctly, which earned a low laugh from him.“Okay. Let’s cut to the chase and get it on. What do you want me to do?” He asked, sounding all business-like as usual. His voice lacked the carefree tone from earlier and was now all seriousness.Suddenly, I began to hesitate. I don’t know how to begin.Asking Brent’s help would open up a can of worms I had pai