“What–”“No further questions,” she said with a smirk. “You’re kidding,” I said, eyes still as wide as saucers.Was she really going to drop this bomb on me and carry on like it was nothing?The bad blood between them now made so much sense. That must have been why dad took Tristan out..“It’s important to me that you know those men would never do anything to harm you. I trust them with my life.”I couldn’t help my “Aren’t they…”“Criminals?” She scoffed. “No more than every other person. Most people do despicable things regularly. You never know who’s secretly planning something nefarious. They’re just discrete with it. These men are open and honest in their misdeeds,” she finished with a bright smile.“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”She chuckled. “Relax. I already told you your safety is important to me. But if you don’t want them around anymore, just say the word.”I stayed silent as she stared at me expectantly. To be fair, the man had helped me. Debbie had overpowered
The ride was silent for most of the way. Celia had been wailing but stopped when we kept ignoring her. Oscar was probably battling his own inner turmoil of defying his dearest mother.The silence was finally broken by Celia.“My own son can’t stand being in the same room with me, yet here you are. How is that, Remi? How is it that you are able to forgive Oscar so easily?” she asked, her voice dripping with bitterness.I froze. Of all things, that question wasn’t on the list of things I’d expected.“My son who I carried for nine months and fed from my own breast can’t find it in his heart to forgive me. He wants nothing to do with me–” She tried to stifle a sob. “–but you, Remi, you found a way, didn’t you? Or maybe you have an ulterior motive.”She was digging and striking gold every time. My brain was scrambled. How the hell had she hit the mark so quickly? She was going to blow this whole thing up before it even started.The tracker in my pocket suddenly felt like it weighed a milli
“Bright and early and reporting for duty,” Petra said, giving me a mock salute.“Welcome back Petra.”I rolled my eyes and carried on to my office. It was a new week and a seemingly fresh start. Word had gotten round to Jesse that Oscar and I might be getting back together. Oscar couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut when it came to one-uping Jesse.Unfortunately, that had the effect of making Jesse further distance himself from me. As if my dad’s warning to stay away from me hadn’t been enough.I called and called but everyone of those calls went unanswered and unreturned. He seemed to have forgotten where he worked and who his boss was.****Later that day, I sat in my office chair, hands steepled in front of me, staring intently at him. He was quietly sitting opposite me, seemingly staring at something right above my head, shoulders squared.“Jesse…” I said, my voice inadvertently quivering with hurt. “Why have you been avoiding me? Is it my dad? Or Oscar? I know I’ve said this bef
“Stage one is going well,” Deandra’s calculating voice said. “We have his movements tracked and we know where he lives. Still reeling from my outburst on Jesse, my grip on my phone tightened. A mix of anger and determination made me feel wide awake.“What comes next?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice steady and free of emotions.“Ooh, eager, are we?’ Deandra chuckled. “For now, just keep him on a leash, throw him a bone once in a while so he doesn’t suspect anything. Don’t worry about your safety. Hugo and Mikel are your guardian angels. I promise no harm is going to come to you from now on. Not on their watch.”I assumed Hugo and Mikel were the burly men that had separated the fight between me and Debbie, and called the ambulance. It felt odd being told I was going to be constantly followed by them. But shit was getting real. Two muscular guardian angels with a checkered past might have been just what I needed.“Alright, Deandra. Let me know when phase two starts.”I hung up
I blinked back tears while staring at the worthless piece of paper. Memories of a life I left long ago flooded my mind.‘Congratulations. You are ready to run a company!’The words, etched in gold, seemed to mock me. There I was, with a duster in my hand, cleaning my husband's house.I couldn't allow myself to think like that. I loved him, with all my heart.Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I straightened my back, focusing on the task at hand.Five years ago, I chose my husband over wealth and power and I haven't regretted it. If only I was sure he felt the same way…“Remi,” my mother-in-law, Celia yelled. “You better get your ass in the kitchen right now.”The smell of burning food invaded my nostrils. Oh no.I flew down the stairs into the smoke-filled kitchen just in time to see Celia walking out and giving me a dirty look. I could have sworn I set the cooker to low heat.“Here I am expecting grandchildren and you can't accomplish a task as simple as cooking without burning
Morning came like a sledgehammer to the face. I didn't feel good. Why didn't I feel good? The empty spot next to me felt radioactive. Like a black hole that pushed me away instead of drawing me in.I felt something in my hand and squeezed; cool, plastic. What was it? – pregnancy test. Last night's events played out in my head like a movie on fast forward.I was out of line, so blinded by my goal, I didn't stop to think how it would affect him.A crashing sound made my head snap towards my dresser at the foot of my bed. Celia stood staring at me like a deer in headlights.“I was just borrowing your makeup,” she said, squaring her shoulders with a determined look on her face. “It's not good anyway so I didn't bother using it.” My purse was on its side. I always set my purse upright. A niggling feeling took shape in my mind but was quickly swallowed up by the more pressing issue at hand.My feet hit the ground before the thought formed fully in my mind. I needed to make him a hearty br
“I'm sorry, miss. We tried all we could but we couldn't save your baby.”“What?” I must have misheard him. There's no way he just told me I lost my baby.“I'm very sorry,” he said as he inched towards the door.“How?” I managed to say through my trembling voice.“There were some complications. You must have ingested something you shouldn't have this early into your conception and it reacted negatively with your body.”I could hear the sound of my heart shattering. What was my life? Why couldn't one thing go right for me?What wrong did I do in my past life to deserve such a fate? I felt so small, so useless. A wife who couldn't carry a baby to term. What a failure. What a joke.Nothing mattered anymore. What was the point? My husband now had a reason to hate me. The one thing that would make my mother-in-law tolerate me, I couldn't provide. What was the point?Oscar came back and said we should head home. I mindlessly got off the bed and put on my clothes. I couldn't hear, didn't spe
I took off running. My heart was pounding and my lungs felt like they were about to explode but I pushed on, forcing my feet to keep moving. “Wait,” he yelled. The hell I would. But he was close. Not bothering to stop, I glanced back to see how much space was between us but didn't have enough time to stop or change direction when I looked forward. I slammed hard into a tree, knocking the wind right out of me and crumpling to the floor in an unceremonious heap. Stars danced around the edges of my vision and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the man approach. It was sad that my life would end this way. I guess that's what I got for not being an obedient child. As my consciousness eroded, he hefted me off the ground and started to carry me off somewhere. At least I wouldn't be awake for what came next. I only hoped he would have the decency to not let me wake up. **** I woke up in a cold sweat after a long, fretful sleep. My side ached but that didn't matter once I realised