My sincere apologies goes to Team Travis. To be honest, I never imagined these two being together from the start, neither did I want to go down the cliche 'second male lead turns evil because he can't have the female lead' path. I never saw Travis that way and you can agree with me that he is a really good man who deserves his own happily ever after. Also, ewww. Realistically, I'd judge any woman who gets with her husband's uncle. I mean, she doesn't have to go back to the husband, sure. But getting with the uncle? Nope. Well, that's just me. What do you think? P.S. Things are about to get interesting. My hidden hints may take long to be revealed but they get revealed in a sweet way anyway. Anyone remembers the fact that Travis finds Beverly somewhat familiar? Hahaha! I'm excited! More chapters soon, stay tuned.
KIAN’S POV“Water…” That one word from a strained voice is the first sign of life Leslie has shown since I walked in here fifteen hours ago and it instantly jerks me out of my worried-stricken state. I grab the bottle of water that I kept on the bedside table for this expected moment, uncap it and
KIAN’S POV “Did you just say Mike?” I ask her, still paused by the door. It might not even be who I think it is but the sound of that name sends a rush of memories forward. I had gone through high school and college without friends. Everyone just wanted to be close because of the benefits they co
TRAVIS’ POV She is a horrible sight; one that’s bound to give a weak-minded person nightmares for weeks. Even as she is no longer that ‘animal’ I almost ran into on a dark road, but now a well treated human lying unconious on a hospital bed, that image of her from that night is still one that will
LESLIE’S POV It was a struggle to wait till the weekend to see Tammy as planned. I had to suck it up and go to work for the rest of the week. The second design team which is now my team practically does nothing but wait on the inputs from the first team that Daphne now leads. Everywhere I go, ther
KIAN’S POV I don’t think I need to rant anymore about how grueling my week has been. Because it’s the same routine with only a few changes here and there; buried myself in work, haven’t heard from or seen Leslie since that fateful day at the hotel, my mother won’t stop talking my ear off about ever
LESLIE’S POV With a track record of acting without thinking and also getting in trouble for it, you’d think I’d change. Especially when it comes to someone like Mike but it’s hard to think when you are shaken up and compounded with strong emotions that force your hand and your head. So despite know
LESLIE’S POV My skin crawls at his words. The bastard, making me seem like I am mentally unstable as a result of Tammy’s death. The policemen seem a bit surprised and I know it’s because Mike called me his sister. I also know he did it intentionally. That two-faced bastard. I just need to go into
KIAN’S POV There is something about silence that makes you feel like you are losing your sanity. It’s strong, potent and has a way of pushing you to the edge. And that’s because while the world around you is in silence, your head isn’t. The silence of the world at a time when you really need to h
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