KIAN’S POV Before the arrival of the Hanson Group’s chairman, I already had my fingers bunched up in a fist, ready to send it flying in my uncle’s face in a frenzy of rage that had been brewing since the night I saw them together at that restaurant one month ago. I was ready to give it all up–my
“With all due respect sir, she is Leslie Winston, my wife and I do no–” “Then who is the woman beside you, Mr Winston?” He cuts me off and he stares at me knowingly while I struggle to find the right answer to his question. Deep down, I can tell he already knows the answer and I feel the tingles o
KIAN'S POV The ride home that night was just as suffocating as the ride to the plaza earlier that evening. Only this time, it wasn’t because of Beverly’s never ending talks. In fact, she barely said a word during the ride, didn’t even complain about how I almost left the gala without her because I
LESLIE'S POV Today is officially my first day as the new head designer at Hanson's Fashion Company. The day I take on a responsibility that has always been my lifelong dream and it really still feels like a dream. Sometimes, I pinch myself and expect to wake up in my gloomy room, 5am in the morni
BEVERLY’S POV I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I wait, impatience and annoyance coiling inside of me all at once like a venomous snake. It’s dark, eerily so. I hate the dark but I couldn’t care less at this moment since all my senses are busy catering to my pent-up rage to give a damn abo
KIAN'S POVAmidst my mother shoving the idea of another marriage down my throat every chance she gets, and coming home everyday to Beverly who is constantly in my face and even taking up the role of a wife in my home, work is the only way I have been able to cope in the past few days.It’s 8 o'clock
KIAN'S POV Grandfather makes himself comfortable on one of the sofas that adorn my office, sipping on the cup of chamomile tea that Peter prepared for him before leaving me to deal with the problem at hand. A huge one. My grandfather has always been spontaneous, with a child-like and carefree att
LESLIE'S POV “Who did you say is asking to see me?” I ask, wondering if I heard wrong or my personal assistant really just told me that my ex-husband is currently at the company’s lobby, requesting to see me. “I believe his name is Kian Winston, CEO of WS fashion company.” She confirms it again.
LESLIE’S POV My reflexes work faster than they ever have. Fast enough to help me roll away, and bump into Beverly in the process. Mike relentlessly stalks towards me and that’s when I get a good look at his affected leg. I time his movement and before he can take another angry swing of his weapon
LESLIE’S POV Seconds after Beverly crumples to the ground, my breath is still caught in my throat. I’m still trembling as I watch her sprawled on the floor, body jerking uncontrollably. I’m amazed at my strength to still remain standing despite the traumatising scene in front of me. To still grip t
LESLIE’S POV Our hearts are already in our mouths before we see what jumped at us—a ginormous rat, every bit as scared as us. It runs at full speed and scurries into the nearby bush. “All clear.” She mutters and we both step into the shed using her phone’s flashlight. It’s a full shed; a bunch of
LESLIE’S POV We’re barely two minutes away from the abandoned school gate when the engine starts to sputter, the entire truck shaking with the intensity. “No…no…no…no, not now!” Beverly lets out a panicked groan. I am preoccupied with looking behind us to make sure we’re not being followed but at
LESLIE’S POV Kian doesn’t know it—the name of Mike’s sister. I can tell from the way his entire face has gone even paler than it was before. Earlier, it had been pale from the pain of the injuries from the accident that I still don’t know the extent of. Now, he has turned ashen from something m
LESLIE’S POV The sound of my name reaches me from somewhere distant. The sound is repeated just like the throbbing ache in my head. When I finally manage to pry open my eyes, the feeling of deja vu washes over me. My hands and legs are bound tightly just like three years ago in that warehouse.
BEVERLY’S POV The familiar beeping sound that comes from my phone causes me to jerk upright. My eyes train on the screen, following the movement of a blinking red dot on the map. He’s on the move. I slam a couple of bills on the coffee table before hurrying out of the cafe where I had been havi
“I have to leave now, I have a plane to catch.” After I pause, I face Mike squarely and say, “I hope I never see you again.” My words carry all of the resentment I feel towards him. He merely smirks and with one last look at him, I turn around and leave. KIAN’S POV “There she is.” Cole says as L
“This bastard…” Kian hisses in my ear but I ignore him. “If you’re really leaving, you should be on a plane or a train not here.” Mike says, eyeing me sceptically. I give nothing away as I stare back at him. “I was curious.” “About?” He cocks his head. “Was it you?” I swallow hard because I’