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 POVI am exhausted and it’s not just a physical state of being. Mentally and emotionally, I am drained. So worn down that I can’t bring myself to leave my bed or even work up an appetite. With no purpose or will, all I have is the strong need to rot in bed all day until I can feel better ab
“You have three minutes. Go see your father. I’ll keep watch.” It takes a moment for everything to finally make sense. Everything from the moment Kian forced me out of the house that morning up until that alarm rang. I’m in awe of him and how he managed to pull it off just so I can see my father a
CHAPTER ONE.LESLIE’S POVMy husband and boss Kian, is laughing at every joke that leaves the lips of his first love while I watch them through the glass doors that separates his office from mine. I had been dutifully preparing some documents that needed his signature and also setting up his meeting
CHAPTER TWO LESLIE’S POV I am speechless for the next few seconds as his words hit me like a freight train. I wait. I wait for his hard eyes to soften with remorse at the harsh words he threw at me but that doesn’t happen. He is glowering at me, nose flaring angrily. “Kian, how…how could you sa
CHAPTER THREE LESLIE’S POV Grandmother’s funeral is being held on a gloomy day, much to my displeasure. I listened to the weather forecast so I could choose the perfect day for the funeral, and according to the forecast, the day is supposed to be sunny and bright just like Grandmother. I feel dup