In this life, you learn to be bad, shaped by life and circumstances, not that I was ever good in the first place. My heart was shattered, and so on and so forth. No! I've always been what I am, a bitch who adores power, control, and the spotlight.
That's why, when I was friends with Cinthia, I couldn't stand that the most handsome man only had eyes for her. My goal wasn't to marry just anyone.
Bruce was young, newly working with his father after returning from Sweden, but his father had already paved the way; he just had to follow it. Bruce had power and looks, but he was smitten with silly Cinthia.
A woman who thought only of lovey-dovey nonsense, so innocent and malleable, it was so easy to set her up, and Bruce fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
Oh, I remember that day well, thankfully everything worked out. Controlling my husband hasn't been easy, but here I am 24 years later, victorious. Poor Cinthia, rotting in hell.
I was terrified when I told Bruce I was pregnant. I thought he might forgive her to be with their child, but luckily, I was pregnant too. Bruce couldn't abandon one of his children as a bastard, so I suggested he wait until the children were born and have a paternity test. Science would choose for him.
You may wonder why I'd suggest that; after all, it seemed like I'd lose. But I never lose, and here I stand proud like a queen.
"Mr. Dubois, Mrs. Wilson, Mrs. Taylor, here are the results. Would you like me to reveal them, or would you prefer to do so privately?" the doctor asked. But I wanted an official record, so we did it then and there.
"I have no problem with it," my former friend said.
"Very well, let's proceed." The doctor opened both envelopes. "One of these samples is a match, and the other isn't." We watched intently. "There's a 99.9% compatibility with Cameron." I smiled, satisfied with the outcome.
"So, Sebastian isn't my son," Bruce hadn't quite grasped it yet.
"That is correct."
"Bruce, please, don't believe her. He is yours. I swear. I've never been with another man but you," she pleaded.
"The tests say otherwise," the pain was evident in his eyes, but the situation amused me.
"Excuse me," the doctor interrupted, "you can resolve your issues elsewhere, please."
"Sorry, thank you," we left the office.
"Bruce, we need to talk, just the two of us." What? She's crazy! She'll try to convince Bruce of her innocence. I can't allow them to meet alone.
"Alright, tomorrow afternoon we'll meet, and I'll listen to what you have to say," I couldn't object as it would expose me. All I knew was that I couldn't allow them a private meeting.
We all left; Bruce went to my house to see his son. Thank goodness because I can't stand that brat who isn't even my child, but in the end, it will all be worth it.
"He's so beautiful," the children were almost eight months old. I say children because hers and mine were born at the same time.
"Of course, my love, he's ours. Now that you know Cameron is your son, I suppose we'll get married," she pressured him.
"Don't rush me, Jenna. Take it easy," he was just waiting to meet with her to make his final decision.
But if she doesn't make it to the appointment, he'll assume Cinthia is lying. That's what I need to ensure. I asked the man who is the real father of my child, who also pretended to be Cinthia's lover, for help. I didn't marry him because he's beneath my social standing, yes, I consorted with a poor man.
"Danilo, I need Cinthia not to make it to her appointment with Bruce tomorrow afternoon."
He'd do anything I asked; he was crazy about me, so if I told him to kill her, he would.
Yet things weren't so simple when I found out that idiot Danilo had fallen for Cinthia after holding her captive for a month, fool that he let her go.
And that's why they died, traitors, scoundrels for crossing me.
"Mrs. Jenna," Elle interrupted my thoughts, "have you noticed Cameron acting strange these past few days, all irritated; I don't know what's wrong with him."
"Elle, you don't pity men, let's move the wedding date up. If he refuses, get pregnant or whatever, but marry him," I wouldn't let her be single and run into that woman's arms. "But Mrs. Jenna, I don't want to get pregnant right now; my career is just taking off."
"Do you love my son?"
"Of course, but..."
"No buts, dear. You must learn, if you want something, you get it, even if it means playing dirty. That's settled," Elle's idiocy made her perfect for my plans to manipulate her since my son is challenging, too much like his father, both threaten my luxury lifestyle.
"I hope I won't have to use that tactic. I don't want to ruin my figure just yet."
"Drop the foolishness. I told you what to do, and if not, I'll make sure Cameron throws you out of his life, like a mangy mutt. Many ladies would kill for the Dubois name," that'll ensure she does what I want, the fool fell in love. What is it about those men that bewitches these women?
"No, Jenna, please," she's pathetic.
"Don't be informal with me," I grab her arm tightly; I dislike being contradicted.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jenna," she sobs...
"Go on now, arrange the wedding right away."
I despise people who wallow in self-pity, waiting for others to tell them what to do.
My friend, my dear friend, was prettier, no, I'm prettier. It's just that she had a charisma and pure soul; just one look into her eyes, and you'd fall for her. Even Danilo was enchanted by her, and that's why they're now writhing in hell.
"Mom..."
"Son, my dear son, how's everything at the company? You know you shouldn't call me that; someone might hear."
"I made sure we're alone. About that maid, the one Cameron went mad over the other day," I glare at him.
"Jackeline? That woman," I say disdainfully, never will I allow her into my family.
"Mom, you know I just want some fun, Cameron had his turn, now it's mine," his twisted smile so like my son.
"Do as you wish, but I'd be pained to have to deal with you if you fell for such trash. I have my plans."
"Understood, son. That's the spirit."
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