Chapter 3
Braxton was sceptical about the whole modeling thing for her "Fabiola, I know you want to get back at Dylan but being a celebrity means more. I don't want you to get hurt"
She smiled on hearing his concerns "I'm sure this is what I want"
With difficulty, he gave a slight nod "then, I will help you, you can come join my agency"
"I do appreciate your help but I want to do this on my own, I want to join an unexposed agency and make a fresh start, I want to pull him so down as he watches me rise to the top"
He saw how she spoked vehemently, Dylan really deserves to be more than rattled, let him be on his toes every second "if that's what you want, I'm gamed"
Again, Braxton provided her with all the items she needed, he bought her a mobile phone and a laptop to browse the internet and see more modeling tips, exploring workshops about being a model, their catwalk and the likes. He personally taught her some ways to develop the skill even if he wasn't around all the time "The tip is to be as natural as possible" he told her.
Braxton was also the one who took her first headshot that she found herself nervous about. She was putting on a white T-shirt with jeans and all she had to do was to stay in the white background "remember what I said, natural as possible, own it, you can do it"
She gave a nod, looking straight at the camera and reminiscing on how she got to this point in the first place, coupled with her practices through the days and his unwavering faith in her, it made her more determined to do this.
Not until she heard the sound of the camera and the lighting did she remember she was still in the shoot "perfect, that was natural" he praised "keep being you"
That was all she needed to hear because from that moment, Fabiola became a woman she didn't think she would be, as he took a shot at every angle of her.
"It's done" he announced and she immediately left the background, walking closer to him. He admired her, she was a thin woman who was tall and had beautiful long legs, tanned skin with beautiful brown eyes and high cheekbones.
"Fabiola" he called her name as he handed her polaroids.
"Hmm"
"You're going to be a big shot, i will watch you make it to the top, i believe it's going to be soon" those were his last words as she watched him leave and she smiled, staring at the polaroids in her hands. She was a natural at modeling but he was a professional in photography.
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Fabiola was wheeled by an attorney Braxton had hired for her into Dylan's agency called Penn and they were immediately directed to his office.
Dylan, who just got a call from the secretary that his wife was here, was surprised about it. He thought she had died since there wasn't any trace of her anymore. He was already preparing to give her a dirty slap when she wheels herself in.
Concurrently, the door opened and he stood up but saw two women entering his office. One, wheeling his wife "Fabiola, where have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you. Are you alright?" He switched up really fast, seeing she wasn't the only one present. His wife had a vague expression on.
He was really happy to see her more miserable, he noticed her wounds had surprisingly multiplied. Wherever she had been, they must have dealt with her very much, her hair looked disheveled and her face was dreary, just the way he liked seeing her "Are you Mr Dylan Scott?" The woman beside her asked.
"Yes" he confirmed "look I'm glad you helped her back, I was already going to report to the news for the umpteenth time, I miss her everyday"
Missed her everyday? What a joke. Yet, when she walked in, he didn't care to check how she was doing, he was talking from a distance. Staring straight at him, made her see he will never change, not in days, months, never. He was still the same, eyes twitching every now and then, his dark mind searching her every move.
"Mr Dylan, Fabiola here wants a divorce" the woman dropped the papers at his table.
"What?" Dylan springed up like a lion and she almost laughed at his expression. Did he really think she would return to his bondage?
"I'm not going to do that!"
"You've hurt her more than how she could imagine, she agreed to press no charges or even mention anything, all she needs is for you to sign those papers"
"And why the hell are you talking in her stead, I want to hear my wife speak" Dylan faced her. Oh, so suddenly her words had a say in something? She made him actually wait for her to say a word, to actually fear the outcome.
"I want a divorce, Dylan" she finally spoked each word with venom so he could process it in his skull but then, a man like Dylan didn't have a brain.
"As she said, I'm not gonna to press charges, just sign the papers"
"I know you have always been after my properties, all these must be is joke, I'm not signing anything and besides, you don't even have any evidence to prove that I touched you, so don't use that against me"
"I know, you love me so much" she added sorrowfully and that caught him off guard. He never loved her! He only enjoys using her as a punching bag whenever he is angry, frustrated and that happens all the time.
"Of course, I do and I will never touch you that way. Even if I did, I didn't mean to" Dylan glanced at the woman standing beside her for him to see if she was watching the scenario. This was the best time for him to prove that he was a good husband to her.
"So, since you don't want us to get divorce, I will tell you the truth"
"What truth?"
"The truth is while your wife was out there, she got infected with the Human immunodeficiency virus and…" the woman was saying when he looked at her with widened eyes "Mr Dylan, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm very much okay. So, she is going to die soon?"
"Maybe… but for the fact that it's also transmittable, she didn't want anything to hurt you, that's why she wanted a divorce, to go her own way. She was going to continue staying in a safe home organisation for young people but since you have agreed to be by her side, it's going to help her through it all, you both can take measures and you can be on PrEP-pre-exposure prophylaxis"
Dylan immediately hissed as he took his pen "you can take her anywhere you want" he uttered as he sighed the divorce paper and smirked at his ex wife "now, you are really alone, you're going to regret all your life"
Not only did he maltreat her but he also stigmatized her, this man was sent to crush her soul.
"Mr Dylan!" The woman cautioned and took the papers "thank you, if we need your attention to anything regarding the process we will let you know" the woman rolled her away with Dylan raising a salute to them.
"HIV?" He said to himself with a mocking laughter when they were gone and picked up his phone "Zabrina, come here now"
Zabrina was one of the model's signed to his agency and they have had a thing going for so long even while he was married.
She immediately snuggled into his arms when she came in.
"Do you know that HIV still exists? My wife has it" he laughed after, but she smacked his arms "don't talk about her"
"You don't have to worry your beautiful self, I have signed the divorce papers already"
"Really?" Zabrina asked to confirm and he nodded
"yes!" She exclaimed, kissing him so hard without any atom of shame.
Meanwhile, the woman rolled Fabiola to her car they came with and fabiola got into it by herself while the attorney got into the driver sit to start the car "He is really foolish"
Fabiola opened her bag, immediately changing into a jumpsuit, and cleaning the fake body makeup they had to do on her body. She chuckled when she heard her words "of course, he wishes the worst for me and I wish him the same, let's go"
Step 1: divorce her husband
Mission: complete!
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"Congratulations, i always knew he would be dumb" Braxton popped the champagne, it was a happy mood. Fabiola would never imagine that she would be celebrating a divorce at the age of 22, there were just things you couldn't even dictate and the person who helped her heal was a man she just happened to meet.
What if she never snucked out?
"I have looked at all the agencies you were interesting in, I think you should go for this" he dropped the brochure for Serene agency and she took one look at it "okay"
"Okay? Don't you have any objections?"
"I trust you and I know you make good decisions so no, I will just go for this one" she explained
He gave a nod, saying "you can still go for the one your heart wants"
Simultaneously, his phone started ringing "excuse me, I have to take this call"
She watched as he picked the phone, saying a "Hello" there were lots of words from the other party and she could see his face was stressed from it "grandpa, if that's what you called to tell me then please I have heard you for the umpteenth time, I will do it soon"
"That's my grandpa, he wants me to take a wife" Braxton said with a sigh as soon as the call ended and she chuckled "then you should get one"
Braxton looked up at her with a kindle flame "I'm really not interested in anyone but to be honest, if you didn't just get out of a divorce, I would have asked you"
"Huh?" Fabiola looked at him, surprised. She could see he was being sincere.
"Don't mind it, I just like your personality" him being charismatic like this, made her heart beat faster.
She just got out of bondage, yes, but she had no concern to be respectable. Dylan was an abuser and she didn't care if anyone thought she was moving forward in life. She did like Braxton as well, so she did what her mind and heart told her "Braxton, may I suggest we get married?"
Braxton froze, was she doing this because she thought she owed him? and like she read his mind, she told him "this has nothing to do with what you have done for me and I don't mind if I just got out of an engagement as I wouldn't call that a union besides, this will put your family at rest"
Saying his family was like a bargaining chip where a client seemed to have no choice about what was being proposed. They both admired each other, so w
ouldn't it be worthwhile to give it a shot? Marriage based on friendship and admiration?
"Yes" he found himself, agreeing.