Meanwhile, Andre woke up that morning and felt exhausted. The events of the previous day were drooling on him. He yawned and got out of bed. Taking a bath, he knew he had a lot of activities awaiting him that day.
First, it's Camella. How did the evening go with her and her dad and hope she'd be able to resolve the whole shit with her dad, otherwise, she would get more broken than the previous day.
She will be getting married to Jack. But how can he make her see his true colours and intentions without having to be involved directly? Should he talk to Sona? But no, he cannot. She also was a part of Jack's evil plot.
She allows him to get married, take away Camella's wealth and return to her. How can she be so ambitious and covetous? But then, isn't she Jasmine's friend? Only birds of a feather can actually flock together.
Then what will he do? Well, if he is handicapped, he would act anonymously and tell her everything she wants to know and describe Sona to her and all of that. How can the innocent suffer with a dubious man?
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he decided he would stop by the agent's place on his way to the basketball training and inform the company of his interests in securing a bigger, better accommodation.
He tried calling Camella, her phone rang but she wasn't answering it. He waved it off and called Fred Maxwell, saying that he wouldn't be early to the company that day as well.
“Something interesting is happening at the moment, but I'll wait for your crush to discuss that with you herself” Fred replied. He cared less about his protest against calling Camella his crush.
“I already made it clear to you about the misuse of words, Fred. I will go even with you if that's what you want” Andre warned. He kept repeating the same lines of words he'd told him not to use.
“What's the big deal here, you were bruised by a woman, it's only a woman that can bind up that wounded heart until you heal. Jasmine left you, Camella fell for you. Why don't you just accept reality?
She fell in love with you first, reciprocate it. Even if you haven't fallen in love with her yet, just accept-the-love and see if it will work…” Fred was saying when Andre hung up.
He should accept the love of a woman who is engaged and might be getting married in a couple of hours. The very thing that Jasmine did to him, he should also do that to someone else.
He is not so inhuman.
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In the Wood's mansion, The next scene showed how Jack and Sona were engrossed in a passionate kiss. Jack beckoned to a waiter and whispered something to him. In no time the lovers are holding each other tightly towards the room.
“This is too much Camella, you can humiliate me this way. How can you Photoshop a couple and use it against me simply because you have access to modern technology?
Did you hate me so much?” Jack still denied. The game is up. He had to insist it's not him. Otherwise he'll never be able to get rid of this evidence and if the engagement gets dissolved, his parents will definitely throw him out.
“The other parts were also recorded. They were making love and the scene would convince you enough that this woman here is his fiancée…” Camella declared.
“How can you stoop so low, Camella Wood? Until now, I held you in high esteem and had always seen you as my future ideal daughter in-law. How can you create something so humiliating, so as to ruin your fiance’s reputation?” Clara defended her son.
“My son will not let this defamation go. We will fight even if that means cutting ties with each other. I cannot stand by and watch your daughter insult my son so much and you stand aloof about it” Kunle Johnson seethed.
But the moment Jack pulled down the zipper of his trousers and beastly rushed at Sona's boobs, Benson Wood said “Pause the video. We should give some respect to the innocent woman” he requested.
She's a mother after all. She hadn't done anything against them. Jack and his parents do. She shouldn't bear the brunt of it.
“Don't tell me you believe this created video, uncle?” Jack said, staring at Benson Wood. He never saw this coming. Who dares to place a camera in the room? She could see the previous clips from the CCTV footage of the guest home, but not the bedroom actions.
“Why should I tell you what I think about this whole thing? No matter how much a video is created, how could the tattoo on your upper arm be also created?” Benson asked and there was silence.
“This isn't true, Jack doesn't know this lady and how come he has a daughter with her? This is preposterous Mr Benson Wood. How can you believe your daughter rather than seeing the fact before you sir?” Clara argued.
“You can still be so defensive despite the glaring evidence before you, Mrs Johnson? What do you think, adapt a cheap method of creating a false video or Photoshop a video and present it here?
You cannot recognise your own son even in a thousand made videos? Did he learnt this trait from you or he learnt to be two tongued, two sided and two fiance's. He'd never been a straight forward person all his life and you know it.
But I am Camella Wood. I came well prepared and I'll present to you the last evidence” Camella bellowed, her gaze fixed on Clara Johnson, such a shameless woman.
She snapped her fingers and everyone waited. Clara knew this woman was more than certain to ruin their plans. Jack was not careful enough and this is what has happened.
Two men dragged a woman forward and another woman followed, carrying the baby, obviously the nanny they saw with the couple in the video.
Sona was still dressed in a plain dress and the baby was still sleeping. Seeing Sona being dragged in by two bodyguards, Jack couldn't hold back, his pretence gave way and he thundered “Let go of her!”
“Why? She's my captive, a sex slave to my fiancée, a woman without shame and reputation and could cheaply opened her legs to get fucked by my fiance to the extent of birthing an illegitimate daughter…” Camella blabbed on, deliberately provoking me.
“Enough, Camella Wood. How dare you ridicule my fiance, how dare you say such words about the woman I love, who do you think you are, how dare you!” Jack lost his tempers.
He dashed forward to hold Sona but Camella pulled him back by his collar and slapped him repeatedly until eventually Benson Wood held her back, satisfied that she vented her anger on him so beautifully.