Natalie's POV.I had rushed out as soon as Sebastian left, to see Iris. She needed to explain more about what she had said to me last night. To God who made me, I found it pretty hard to sleep even after I had refreshed myself.The words kept on playing…”Tell Sebastian to meet me at the hotel.” For crying out loud, who says that? I know I wasn't in the position to choose who he had sex with, but this was my man, at least in the public eye and I had to make her believe I was really married.She had taken enough from me, not this one.I reached my former house and a turmoil of nostalgia filled my head till its brim. I had once belonged here. This was my home, my treasure, now it had been taken away from me. But I wouldn't just back down. I was in to make things work out for me. My hands were in my hands and I'd make sure I got it back at all costs.I stepped foot into the house and the first person whom I caught sight of was and hadn't expected to see was Alfred - the power hungry milli
Natalie’s POVI unconsciously dropped my phone to the floor, my hands trembling at the unexpected heartbreaking news. No, no. it was impossible. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t have possibly been in an accident. But it was real. Every cell in me paused for as long as I could remember. I could no longer control my breathing and everything around me seemed to be spinning. No, it couldn’t be possible. Untried to over but remained stagnant. Oh, how I feared death. It was almost the same hang that happened to my father ND how. Shit, I couldn’t be thinking negatively. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to see to know if he was dead or alive. I balled my sweaty palms into a fist. I shifted my eyes to Iris who just stood there. I saw the perplexion in her eyes. I felt it, but she tried to hide it. She wanted to ask what the matter was and who was in the accident, but our relationship didn’t permit it. Plus, it was none of her business to know who was in an accident or who was not. She could go meet h
Sebastian's POV.My vision was blurry, all I could see were rainbow-like, unclear colors that almost blinded me. The whole room smells like death, cold and heavy, making the air feel thick around me. I felt like I was dying all over again, like the grim reaper was close. Then suddenly, I felt something wet drop on the top of my hand, soft but startling.I reacted with a slight jolt, my muscles weak and stiff. I tried to force my eyes open, but they felt so heavy. It was like they were glued shut, more than I could control. My body was aching, my mind foggy. Slowly, the realization hit me—I was in a hospital. The beeping machines, the sterile smell, it all made sense now.I finally managed to open my eyes, and there she was—Natalie. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, her face wet with tears. My kitten, my strong, fiery Natalie, is now sitting there, crying for me. When did she start caring this much about me? It wasn’t like she knew me that well. We were still strangers in so man
Natalia’s POVI didn’t move an inch. I felt my feet stuck on the floor and my knees were too tired to move. And there he was, his hand beating up down, up down. And I couldn’t do anything about it other than just watch him on the verge of dying. I couldn’t fucking save him. I couldn’t utter a word either. I was frozen. Tears welled up my eyes, as they trickled down my cheeks to the side of my mouth. No, this couldn’t be. “Do something for god’s sake” a voice screamed in my head, but I still didn’t do anything. If I’m asked why, I wouldn’t be able to give a reasonable explanation. It was as though I was glued to that spot and did nothing but cry like some three years old. “Somebody help. Call the doctors and the nurses.” Mother yelled as loud as she could. I could see the fear in her eyes. She wanted to save her son, but she couldn’t do anything. She was helpless and hopeless. Immediately, she turned to me. Her eyes filled with tears and anger. It was obvious she was surprised I jus
Natalie’s POVI stared at the doctor, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would break through my chest. He said Sebastian was awake. Could it be true? Was he really going to live?For a moment, I couldn’t move. My legs felt heavy like they were stuck to the floor. I stood there, unsure of what to do. Should I go in and see him, or stay back? My head was spinning, my thoughts all tangled up. But then, I felt Mother’s eyes on me again, burning with anger.“You see what I’ve been saying?” she spat, pointing a shaking finger at me. “You were just standing there like a statue. Useless!”I wanted to say something, anything to defend myself, but the words didn’t come. My mouth felt dry, and my chest tightened. I knew no matter what I said, she wouldn’t believe me. She had already made up her mind about me. To her, I was the villain, the evil girl who came into their lives and brought nothing but trouble.“I swear, I didn’t want any of this to happen,” I whispered, but my voice was too sof
Sebastian's POV I have always been careful. Careful of my life, the decisions I made and the aftermath of each and everyone of it, but today seemed different. I had destroyed my life in a twinkle of an eye. This event still made me doubt that I was ever serious.Just take a look, my life was on a pause. Everyone bringing me flowers, wishing for a better health and quick recovery, mother blaming me for not being careful while driving, the media spreading the news like wildfire that the billionaire CEO had been in an accident.Shit. Just then I knew my life would be over if I spend another minute herre. It's been two weeks since I was admitted. The workaholic part of me slowly died and I had started to feel like a piece of a wood who did nothing but just like around waiting for help. Plus, I never knew this accident of a thing would escalate into this big mess. No, I needed to move. I needed to something. I needed to get my ass up and do some work. I got up from the bed, taking off t
Natalie's POV.What would he think of me? The one he was trying to help went away without telling him…I should have protested against leaving. I should have stood my ground that day. It'd been two weeks now since he was admitted and I don't know if he's doing okay or not.The least I could do was hope for the best. He'd be fine, that was what was sure. I had gone to Iris's apartment to question her on the statement she had made the other day. This wasn't about any romantic feeling. This was about her. If I didn't show this much interest in the statement, she might doubt the authenticity of our “relationship.” I wasn't in for that. Come to think of it, I was clueless of where this too much care came from. For crying out loud, this marriage of a thing wasn't real. I need his help. It was high time I stuck to it.Yeah, I'd charge my strategies. Something better would do. Love wasn't for me and anything close to love would be out of the box for now.And where am I living since I've be
Natalie's POV It was the 26th of August. Oh,this day. It was the day my father died. I forced the tears back, holding tightly to the rail as I headed a great sigh, leaving all my burden and heartache on nature. I was too young to be facing these kinds of problems. If someone had told me all my problems would begin that very day I saw Iris with my boyfriend, I would have laughed and concluded they were joking.I inhaled and exhaled, practicing the mediation technique I had started incorporating into my life. I had been gradually losing my mind, my life was in a mess, I had even started going into debts. Shit, no one ever told me life was this hard. No one.It was past ten already. I needed to visit the cemetery. I took a bus there and on my way, got flowers. Dad was lonely. But I was lonelier. He never knew he'd raise his kids to be rivals. I'm sure he had never thought to that extent but here we are.Tears welled in my eyes. ***Flashback (16 years ago) ***“Come here, Natalie!” Fat