KIAN’S POV Does feeling relief at the loss of my unborn child make me a bad person? Deep down, I know the answer to that question yet I feel no ounce of guilt about it. I’ve never thought of myself as a good person anyway mostly because no businessman can be successful without getting his hands dir
BEVERLY’S POV It feels good up there. I feel safe, untouchable…free. I remember the last time I felt this way. It was the very moment that Car collided with me and sent me flying in the air for a few seconds before I landed on the ground and slowly slipped out of consciousness. They say your ent
“Beverly, please step down. I know how you’re feeling. I know how devastated you must be but please don’t do this.” Lies. I know nothing or her devastation. I can’t even comprehend it because she knew what she was doing when she walked right in front of that car. So unlike the doctor, I know this
KIAN’S POV Beverly has been moved out of the ICU into a VIP ward in the hospital. She is still unconscious after the life threatening stunt she pulled mere minutes ago but the doctors say it’s nothing serious. It’s just from the fatigue and loss of blood from how she ripped the drip out of her arm.
LESLIE’S POV Today is the collection unveiling event of my designs that will be launched in just two months now. It’s the sneak peak of the unreleased designs that we give to the media and lovers of the company's products. I have everything I need. The venue has been set up in one of the many eve
LESLIE’S POV I try to contain my emotions but they are overwhelming and they take control of me. From my panic attack to Kian showing up like my knight in shining armor, it’s all too hard to take in at once. “Are you crying? Leslie, talk to me.” His voice breeds even more worry now as he makes me
TRAVIS’ POV Seeing Kian within a feet of Leslie never fails to make me boil in anger but seeing him right this moment, during the most important of Leslie’s life, takes me to another level of anger. I might just punch the brat in the face again and I am going to enjoy it. With Leslie gone, I look
LESLIE’S POV “Did you see Katherine West?” I ask Travis, the excitement in my tone undeniable. “The top Model in the country with over sixty million followers on in.sta.gram?” Travis responds and I nod my head, dropping my fork on the table so I can demonstrate my encounter with the famous model
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at
LESLIE’S POV (One Week Later) “If the police show up again, spray them in the face with the fire extinguisher or something.” Cole’s irritated voice filters through my phone’s speaker and it makes me crack a smile for the first time in a week. “Pretty sure I would get arrested for that.” “Not
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