Karen's POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I stretched, the events of the previous evening still fresh in my mind. Troy's unexpected revelation, our candid conversation—it all felt like a dream. Yet, the lingering warmth in my chest reminded me it was real.I glanced at the clock. It was time to start the day. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. As I moved toward the bathroom, my thoughts wandered back to the meeting with Troy. His words echoed in my mind: "It wasn't about titles or positions when I came to your place. It was about reconnecting, about being around someone who didn’t see me as the ‘CEO’ but as me. Just… Troy."I couldn't help but smile at the memory. It was a rare moment of honesty, a glimpse into the man behind the title. I wondered what this meant for us. Could we rebuild what we once had? Or was this just a fleeting encounter, a chapter best left closed?
Karen's Pov.The sunlight filtered through the windows, painting the living room in warm, golden hues. Saturday mornings were always lively, but today, the energy was almost contagious. Paris and Austin darted around the house, their voices ringing with excitement as they packed their beach bags.Jordie stood at the kitchen counter, arranging drinks and snacks in the cooler with her usual efficiency. “Paris, did you grab the sunscreen?” she called out, glancing over her shoulder.“Yes, Grandma!” Paris replied, holding up the bottle with a triumphant grin.I couldn’t help but smile. Jordie had fully embraced her role as “Grandma,” even though she never missed a chance to remind everyone that she still had plenty of life left in her.“Good,” Jordie said, feigning sternness. “You two better not come back looking like sunburned tomatoes.”I slung my tote bag over my shoulder, watching the scene unfold. Moments like these made it easy to forget the weight of everything else.Then my eyes l
KAREN'S POV “Hello little betrayer, are you sure you still want to get on with this marriage, cause trust me, you’d regret it.” I still heard the words of the man I was supposed to call husband very soon ringing in my ears. Once, Devon Grey had loved me, now… now, what he felt for me was something even stronger than hate, it was a twisted kind of love, a love that enjoyed seeing me in pain – and all because he thought I betrayed him. I Stared into the mirror, my eyes scanning the face that stared back at me. It was that of a very beautiful young girl with pale milky skin, and a heart-shaped face dominated by large blue eyes, framed by long dark lashes. I blinked, and for some unknown reason, my eyes filled with tears.I was getting married to the rich and powerful Devon Grey, a man I was hopelessly, madly in love with, and yet I was frightened of him. Lately, he had been accusing me of betraying him, and I could not understand what I had done to make him think I could ever b
DEVON'S POV My heart turned cold as I listened to the sound of her pretentious cry. I felt my lips curve up in a wry smile – females! They were all the same, none of them were worthy of love, they could each be bought at the right price. I had been a fool to think Karen was any different, I had been drawn to her innocent looks and wide eyes. She seemed so kind, selfless and naïve, I had wanted to shelter her from every harmful thing in the world. I had willingly let down all my standards because of her, and in that time, it seemed the right thing to do. Looking back now, I could only see what a fool I was. Anger was a bitter taste at the back of my throat as I smiled again. It was ironic, I, Devon Grey, the most feared man in the country had been played for a fool, and all it took was the innocent looks of a nineteen year – old girl to fool me. At exactly 9:00 pm, the door opened, and Karen Desantis, my fiancé and soon to be wife stepped in. I could not deny her beauty.
KAREN'S POVThe rest of the party was a blur. All I was aware of was Devon’s accusation. And then, before I could even stop to breathe, the party was already over, and everyone was leaving. I wanted to call them back, to beg them to stay. Something told me the only reason I had not yet faced the full anger of my powerful fiancé was because his guests were present. What would Devon do when everyone left? My heart was thudding violently against my chest as he ushered the last one of the guests out, and then, he was dragging me - - into a room I had never been before. He turned on the lights, something low and smoky, like the kind of lights one would see in a night club, but it was only when my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room that real fear entered my eyes. The room was a bedroom - - of some sorts. The bed itself was covered in black sheets, with black pillows. All around the bed, and hanging from the ceiling were various torture equipment - - or bondage toys. Was this D
KAREN'S POVAfter I was sure Devon had gone, I buried my face in the all black pillow and wept. This was what my life was to become. Devon hated me, and yet he had asked me to marry him. The smart thing for me to do would be to call off our engagement – the smart thing, not the wise thing. Everyone knew that no woman ever broke up with the Grey’s and lived to tell the story. You didn’t walk away from a Grey, you waited until they got tired of you and chose to discard you. The twisted thing about it all was that I was not sure Devon would ever get tired of me. He did not love me of course, and would never love me again, but he still enjoyed keeping me around only so that he could torment me. My life was doomed. The only thing I could do now to be free was to get broken faster, to allow him break my heart to a million pieces, till he get bored with me and chose to let me go. I wondered if he might ever really chose to let me go, he might just decide to keep me there as a po
Karen PovI could never have imagined that my life would fall apart as fast as it had, but here I stood on the edge of a cliff staring into a chasm of hopelessness. Everything started to meld together-the fragments of some sort of nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Stephan's betrayal haunted my conscious mind every second, and his touch lingered on my skin like some stain I couldn't scrub off. And Devon. Poor Devon. Of all the terrifying transformations, Devon's was the most terrifying. My protector had been my protector but now was my jailer. His eyes were darker now, dark with something with which I couldn't name.They longer softened when their gazes met mine. Gone was the warmth that used to attract me toward him; instead, it had just frozen into coldness and replaced itself with steely determination against which I could not break, however hard I tried. He barely listened-I pleaded with him to-and everything I attempted to say to him, to explain how shattered I felt inside, was
Karen's POVIt was as if darkness closed in around me from every side, heavy with fear and uncertainty. My heart battered itself against my rib cage as he stepped into the light-deliberate, measured, as if he had all the time in the world. I'd steeled myself for anything-some faceless stranger, a masked intruder-but when the light fell upon the person standing before me, the breath left my lungs in one sharp gasp.It was Laura.Of all the things that I could expect, it wasn't her. Her eyes shone with an unhealthy light, and a chill smiled twisted on her lips. I didn't know what to say. The words caught in my throat, and suddenly the room was too little, the air too thin. My whole body yelled at me to run, while I stood utterly incapable of movement."You look surprised," she said, her voice little more than a silky whisper that set my nerves on edge. "Did you really think I wasn't watching?"She'd been watching me all along, lurking in the shadows feeding my paranoia, prodding my fear
Karen's Pov.The sunlight filtered through the windows, painting the living room in warm, golden hues. Saturday mornings were always lively, but today, the energy was almost contagious. Paris and Austin darted around the house, their voices ringing with excitement as they packed their beach bags.Jordie stood at the kitchen counter, arranging drinks and snacks in the cooler with her usual efficiency. “Paris, did you grab the sunscreen?” she called out, glancing over her shoulder.“Yes, Grandma!” Paris replied, holding up the bottle with a triumphant grin.I couldn’t help but smile. Jordie had fully embraced her role as “Grandma,” even though she never missed a chance to remind everyone that she still had plenty of life left in her.“Good,” Jordie said, feigning sternness. “You two better not come back looking like sunburned tomatoes.”I slung my tote bag over my shoulder, watching the scene unfold. Moments like these made it easy to forget the weight of everything else.Then my eyes l
Karen's POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I stretched, the events of the previous evening still fresh in my mind. Troy's unexpected revelation, our candid conversation—it all felt like a dream. Yet, the lingering warmth in my chest reminded me it was real.I glanced at the clock. It was time to start the day. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. As I moved toward the bathroom, my thoughts wandered back to the meeting with Troy. His words echoed in my mind: "It wasn't about titles or positions when I came to your place. It was about reconnecting, about being around someone who didn’t see me as the ‘CEO’ but as me. Just… Troy."I couldn't help but smile at the memory. It was a rare moment of honesty, a glimpse into the man behind the title. I wondered what this meant for us. Could we rebuild what we once had? Or was this just a fleeting encounter, a chapter best left closed?
Karen’s POVThe evening air was crisp, a gentle breeze swirling around us as I stood a few feet away from Troy. His presence in the parking lot felt both surreal and oddly fitting."Neither did I," I admitted, meeting his gaze.For a moment, we stood there in the quiet of the parking lot, the distant hum of traffic filling the silence. There was something surreal about seeing him here like this, outside the confines of the conference room and the carefully constructed walls we’d both put up.Troy glanced at me, his expression shifting to something more earnest. “You handled the meeting well, by the way. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but you impressed me.”“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “I didn’t realize I was being graded.”“Not graded,” he said quickly, chuckling. “Just… admired. In a good way.”The compliment caught me off guard, and I felt a warmth creep into my cheeks. “Thank you, I guess. And you—well, you haven’t changed much. Still full of surprises.”Troy
Karen’s POV "Troy?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. He looked just as startled as I felt, his brown eyes locking with mine for a brief moment before he quickly masked his surprise with a professional expression. The transformation was seamless, but I knew that it looked good enough to catch the flicker of unease beneath it. “Ms. Andrea,” he said, tilting his head slightly. His tone was smooth and professional, as if this was just another business meeting and not an encounter that felt like the universe itself had conspired to catch me off guard. I forced myself to recover, adopting my own mask of calm. “Mr….?”It dawned on me, I didn't even know his last name.“Wave.” He corrected.”Mr. Wave” I replied evenly, acknowledging him with a nod. The assistant who had accompanied him, a poised young woman with sharp eyes and an air of efficiency, stepped forward. “Shall we get started?” she asked, gesturing toward the conference table. I motioned for them to tak
Karen’s POVWhen I stepped through the door that evening, the familiar sound of Jordie’s voice greeted me. She was in the kitchen, talking animatedly to the twins, her laughter filling the space in a way that made the house feel more alive. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed her presence until now. “Karen!” Jordie’s voice rose with excitement as she caught sight of me entering the room. She quickly made her way over and pulled me into a warm hug. “I missed you!” she said, stepping back to give me a once-over. “How’s everything at the office?” “Hectic, as usual,” I replied with a tired smile. “But I survived.” The twins ran over, each grabbing one of my hands and pulling me toward the living room. “Grandma, you’re back!” Paris exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Austin chimed in, “We were telling Grandma Jordie about Uncle Troy! He was so fun!” Jordie raised an eyebrow at me as she settled onto the couch. “Speaking of Troy… how’d my nephew do while I was gone?” I cou
Karen’s POVThe office was quieter than usual as I sat at my desk, sorting through emails and making a mental note of the tasks that needed to be prioritized. It was one of those mornings when the world outside seemed to move at a faster pace than I was ready for. I was deep in thought when I heard a light knock on the door."Come in," I called, not bothering to look up, assuming it was one of the team members needing something from me.The door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Devon standing in the doorway, holding a folder in his hands. He looked as serious as ever, his expression a mixture of determination and slight anxiety."Good morning," he said, stepping into the room and approaching my desk. “I, uh, finished the task you gave me yesterday.”I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the folder. “Already?”He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got everything outlined. I didn’t want to waste time, so I… uh, went ahead and completed it.”I took the folder from his hands, my fingers brushing against
Chapter 81Karen’s POVWhen I walked into the living room, the first thing I noticed was Troy sitting on the couch, his duffel bag at his feet. He looked up as I entered, offering a small, apologetic smile. “You’re leaving?” I asked, glancing at the packed bag, my heart suddenly feeling heavier than I expected.He nodded, his fingers tracing the strap of the duffel bag absentmindedly. “Yeah. Something important came up that I need to take care of. I wish I could stay longer, though.” His voice softened as he added, “Especially with the twins.” I felt an unexpected sting in my chest, a pang of disappointment I hadn’t anticipated. It had only been four days since Troy had come into our lives, but in that short time, I’d grown accustomed to his presence. His easy going nature, the way he interacted with the kids, and how his mere presence seemed to bring a sense of calm into the house—it was all so comforting. And now, to see him leave so soon, it felt like something was being pulled a
Devon’s POV “Today’s project should cover tactics for reclaiming our top spot in the charts.” Karen’s voice rang through the conference room, steady and commanding. She stood at the head of the table, her presence alone demanding attention as she addressed the team. I sat near the far end of the table, my pen in hand, doodling on my notepad more out of habit than purpose. Meetings like this weren’t my thing. I was the “task boy,” after all. Fetch coffee, organize files, follow orders—that’s where I fit into the grand scheme of things. Strategy meetings? Not so much. Karen’s sharp eyes scanned the room. “We’ve slipped in market share over the last quarter. If we’re going to climb back to the top, we need a stronger marketing push. I want ideas—fresh, bold, and effective.” The room buzzed to life as people threw out suggestions. Some talked about revamping social media campaigns, others pushed for partnerships with influencers, and a few discussed rebranding efforts. Karen nod
Karen's Pov.Saturdays were my worst, not because I got to stay at home with the kids or anything like that but because I felt like it was an excuse for everyone to be lazy. The house always seemed to spiral into chaos—crumbs on the couch, toys scattered everywhere, and Paris and Aiden running around like they had endless energy reserves. This Saturday was no different. I stood in the middle of the living room, hands on my hips, surveying the disaster zone. Paris was sitting cross-legged on the rug, her little hands covered in glitter as she worked on an “art project,” while Aiden was sprawled out on the couch, half-watching cartoons and half-building a tower out of LEGO bricks. “Guys, this place looks like a hurricane came through,” I said, exasperation creeping into my tone. “We’re busy, Mummy,” Aiden replied without looking up. “Busy making a mess,” I muttered under my breath. From the kitchen, I could hear Troy humming as he prepared breakfast. Since Jordie had left fo