I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

Lydia’s POV:

“That’s totally understandable. But I would like to give you this.” The box revealed the diamond necklace that was just up for bid. It was magnificent up close and I stared at it with amazement but quickly masked it seeing the look on his face.

“You have been good to me but I treated you like….” He trailed off, I simply stared at him for a moment then diamond necklace with then encrusted heart shape. I huffed and annoyed at myself for my next action.

“Thank you but no, thank you.” I closed the box and walked away.

“Oh, because of the new man you’re seeing right?” He questioned and I turned around confused. He really did think I was a gold digger going after men for money? I scoffed but rather than responding, I turned on my heels.

I could feel eyes on me as I walked back into the hall just ready to take my leave.

“A date with beautiful Jennifer, classy, elegant, entertaining. Bidding from 20, 000 dollars.” An old man raised up his hand but most people were no longer paying attention. It was just sad, her huge smile as if she was about to be crowned the most beautiful in the world was slowly falling. I refuse to stay and watch all that. I headed straight out after bidding Lorena and her fiancé goodbye.

“Call me when you make it home.” We hugged.

“I will.” I smiled, Mrs King and I made eye contact as I walked out. She was engaged in a conversation but stared at me.

She was weird as hell.

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NEXT DAY.

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I was trying to focus as an emergency board meeting was going on to discuss the breakaway of alliance with the construction company my father had worked with for more than twenty years. It was simply to decide the next alliance to be formed and with which company because the plans for the new hotel in Germany were on go and needed to start as soon as possible, so I zoned out.

Last night, after arriving at home. I shot Lorena a text letting her know I made it home but as I strolled upstairs, I was still uncertain if I should move out or not but the voices, sounds, groans I heard from last night though I secretly prayed it was neither my father nor brother who was making out with a maid who I wasn’t sure of making such sexual noise, I knew it was inevitable.

I glanced at my agile, handsome father who was listening to the head of the business development team go off. I pray he didn’t disrespect my mum like that even though it had been years since she passed, it still wouldn’t be right. On the other side was Andrew who was playing with his pen, in his black suit looking clean especially with his new trim. It just couldn’t be him, but why did he sleep over at the mansion last night?

I sighed deeply, shaking off those thoughts and decided to pay attention. Until images of Nathan crossed my mind, the look of admiration, hurt and desperation in his eyes in about two minutes of conversation.

What was wrong with him and his need to speak to me?

My phone dinged in my pocket and a new article with my name included with the Kings was headlined again.

I kissed my teeth in irritation.

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MRS KING’S POV:

NATHANIEL KING SEEN GIVING HIS EX-WIFE A BOX OF DIAMOND NECKLACE, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

I clenched my jaw reading the headline on my phone, I set down the cup of tea I was drinking and sucked my teeth.

Rachel walked into the dinning table in her pajamas looking sad as ever but I wasn’t thinking about that now.

“Look at this.” I showed her and she reluctantly took the phone from me zooming into the picture of the two.

“Ohh, that’s so bad. Everybody is going to talk about Nathaniel again.” She said in a mocking tone then sucked her teeth with annoyance written all over her face.

“What’s with that stupid tone? What do you even know about running a business? And how can this affect our company?” She rolled her eyes looking at me like I was stupid.

She chuckled humorlessly, “I really do not blame dad for dying on us because you’re exhausting, annoying, insensitive and self centered. People are dying, going through pains all around you but you’re just obsessed with Lydia and Nathan for some sick reason. Travel, search on tinder for a partner, just get a life and stop trying to rule ours.”

She spat angrily and my facial expression seemed to annoy her even more as she cried going up to her room.

I hissed just watching her go upstairs. She needs more backbone.

“Where’s Jenny?” I inquired from the maid who was filling my cup with more tea.

“Her room was empty when I got there and her bed untouched. It seems she did not sleep here last night.” She informed me and I nodded.

I just hope she slept at Nathan’s penthouse.

After a quiet breakfast, I slowly strode upstairs taking each step at a time with a mischievous thought lingering in my mind. I quietly opened Lydia’s old room looking around it.

“Lomi! Lomi!” I called for the maid and I could hear the sound of her feet approaching.

“Yes ma’am.” She answered panting heavily due to her sprinting here.

“Clear the room and burn everything, you can keep a few belongings but burn it all. Even the sheets which she laid on, all burnt.” I spoke with finality.

“Are you su… re ma’am?” She stammered out and I shot a look that said, ‘what do you think?’

Afterwards, I walked into my room and saw the jewelry I had which Lydia had complimented the few times she saw me with it. I smirked and looked at it.

The plan was slowly coming together.