My Celebrity Crush

Kim’s Pov:

I opened my mouth in shock as Alex said what seemed confusing to me. What’s he talking about?

Why’s he involving Jeanne?

I mean…

“Je…Jeanne?” Mum asked, confused and Alex scoffed.

“I don’t know, but…that’s what it seems. I’m…I’m just getting to find out as well.”

He started saying some shit about Jeanne being Olivia in the past and how Theo had seen and loved her, but she was kidnapped and went missing for four years.

She was made to lose her memories and got rid of the scar on her face and her adopted father was the one who had seen and helped her.

She started bearing the name ‘Jeanne’ but recently, they got to know she’s Olivia.

I scoffed and retreated back by the time he was done. What the hell does he mean?

Jeanne…Jeanne’s my…

No, it can’t be possible. I don’t believe it. It’s just not possible.

“Are you trying to say…Jeanne’s actually my daughter?” Mum asked with a crack voice, trying to hold back her tears.

“Well…I…I think so. The description fits. Jeanne was Olivia, she had a scar, she was dumped her by her mother and also went missing four ago. It might be possible. But…I think a DNA test will prove it all” Alex replied and mum busted into tears immediately.

“Oh, God!” She cried and buried her face in her palm.

Mrs Tristan looked confused, but still went ahead to embrace her.

I shook my head and looked at Alex who was staring back at me.

I didn’t realise I was crying already.

Jeanne’s my sister? How’s that possible?

She’s…She’s the girl we’ve been searching for all these while?

But…But I’ve always hated her. I’ve always despised her. I even mocked her with the fact she had no family.

How did she end up to be my sister? How…Why?

How did this happen?

I covered my mouth with my palm and wept uncontrollably.

Jeanne’s my sister?

My own sister?

Oh, God!

I want this to be a dream. Please, this shouldn’t be real.

The same girl I’ve always wanted turns out to be my own sister? Why?

The tears became uncontrollably and I ran away.

Alex’s Pov:

I watched Kim as she ran away in tears. I was also stunned to the guts.

But, is this really possible? Jeanne’s her sister? Mrs Percival had another daughter? But how?

Oh, God!

So Jeanne’s family has been here all these while? And she was maltreated by her own sister?

She went through hell in the hands of that woman whom she had stayed with, but never knew she had a filthy wealthy family where she should’ve been treated like a princess.

Why did Mrs Percival dump her in the first place?

What could possibly be her reason for leaving her daughter behind for all those years?

No matter what, she shouldn’t had done that. She should’ve sticked to her, instead leaving her in the hands of a crazy woman.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Oh, Jeanne.

Theo’s Pov:

After spending enough time with Jeanne in the room, I left the hospital without telling anyone about it.

I had something important to deal with.

I entered my car and drove straight to the station.

I went in and spoke to the policemen and they took me to the visitor’s room.

It was a dark room and two seats with a table in between was kept there, but I didn’t bother taking a seat.

I remained standing and waited and after a short while, the policemen came in with her and made her sit on one of the seats, facing me.

Normally, one of them was supposed to stand by as a guard, but when I had given a long stare at them, they all left the room, leaving just I and the bitch – Pen.

I crossed my hands behind my back and stared at her as she sat so comfortably.

“Hi” she said cheerlessly, itching her hair.

“Never thought anyone would want to see me.”

She paused and laughed dryly.

“Got a stick with you?” She asked, stretching out her palm and immediately, I charged towards her with full force and lifted her from the seat, pushing her roughly to the wall.

“You animal” I growled into her face, holding her neck and she coughed.

“I should’ve killed you years ago”.

She kept coughing and not wanting the policemen to come running in, I let go of her.

“What did I ever do to you? Why did you punish me this way? Why did you take Olivia away from me?” I asked and she added a little laughter after coughing.

“Seriously? Is this what you came to do? I thought you came to give me some pizzas” she said with a smirk and it hit me hard.

I slapped her hard with the back of my palm and a cut came up immediately.

Then, I pinned her to the wall again.

“You had better prayed they end up killing you in here. Because of you don’t get a death sentence, I’m gonna kill you myself and trust me, it’ll be hell on earth.” I said angrily and gave her a punch on her tummy and she groaned in pains.

“Why am I being the one punished when the real criminal Is out there?” She asked painfully, almost screaming and it gripped my attention.

I let go of her and moved back a bit so I could have a proper look at her.

The real criminal?

She was sent by someone? I’ve always thought of it.

She coughed a little and cleaned off a little bloodstain on her lips with her index finger and stared at it.

“Haven’t you ever wondered?” She asked with a scoff.

“Do you think I just stayed on my own and decided to abduct Olivia, erase her scar and memories? What could I possibly benefit from that?”

I stared at her for a long time, trying to fathom it.

“Who was it?” I asked in a deep breath with a gush of curiosity.

She smirked and walked a few steps away, going round the table.

Then, she stopped across the table and looked at me and just as if she was counting her words, she began in a serene tone:

“Someone you call a friend;

Someone you call a brother;

Someone you’re ready to die for;

A loverboy.