LESLIE’S POVI only visit the company when it is absolutely necessary and that doesn’t even happen very often. Cole has tried and failed many times to get me to visit and stay even for a few hours and so his surprise when he sees me walk into his office isn’t unexpected. “Am I dreaming?” He says, r
LESLIE’S POV Cole’s car weaves through the traffic and I don’t take my eyes off it, not even for a second. I’ve been following the car for about ten minutes, not sure where it’s headed but determined to see it to the end. Cole is everything but impulsive. He never does anything without thinking a
KIAN’S POV Something stood out about the Faceless brand and no, it wasn’t the fact there wasn’t any other business willing to buy my bankrupt company or the fact that I had no choice but to settle for anything at that point. No, it wasn’t any of that. It was the designs. I had stumbled upon the b
LESLIE’S POV [I know what this looks like but please read to the end. Then also read the author’s note.] Cole’s car weaves through the traffic while I am two cars away from it. I don’t take my eyes off it, not even for a second. I’ve been following the car for about ten minutes, not sure where it’s
He makes a face, “Really?” “Yup, try me.” Cole says nothing for the next few seconds. He runs his hands through his hair and I can almost see the wheels in his head running as he’s thinking of what to tell me. “Well, huh…It was about new marketing ideas for the brand. It was actually the direc
LESLIE’S POV “He’s here. Where are you?”—Cole. I stare at the message from Cole that was sent about five minutes ago. That’s also how long I have been parked in the company’s parking lot, doing nothing but pondering on whether coming here is a good idea. When I asked Cole two days ago to invite
LESLIE’S POV I should have stayed in the car. That regret comes only after I have intervened and now I catch myself wondering why exactly that happened. Was it because I couldn’t stand seeing Kian get punched in the face? Or because a boy who looks up to me as an older sister was about to get pumme
KIAN’S POV I’ve had a terrible day. First, I woke up all sore from the cheap mattress at a motel room which is the only place I could afford during my stay here in Seattle. Then I was served the most terrible meal I have ever eaten courtesy of the motel’s room service. After that, I got into an
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Phew!😮💨🥹 Where to begin, where to begin. It has been one hell of a journey with this book. Started a little over six months ago and it still shocks me that I actually came this far with it. Of all the books I have written, this is the only one whose ending didn’t feel underwh
EPILOGUE NO.2 LESLIE’S POV (Six years later) Avery is missing. Again. And so is my credit card for which I just got a notification of a debited payment; Fifty dollars to be exact. Little rascal must have snatched it from my purse. The nanny that called me about her disappearance continues to fr
EPILOGUE NO.1LESLIE’S POV(A few months later)“YOU SLEPT WITH WHO?!!!” I’m as big as a whale but I still manage to shoot up to my feet with a speed that can only be likened to that of lightning. My drawing board clatters to the ground in the process. I'm heavily pregnant but I still design to whi
“Of course, it’s just a joke.” I say, and even laugh a little to lighten up the mood and salvage the situation.“A joke?”I swear, she pales even further. She looks…hurt? Ughh, fuck this, I’m done. I sit up straighter, damning my fears to hell. “That wasn’t a joke. Far from it. I don’t want it to b
KIAN’S POVI’m nervous as hell.It’s fifteen minutes past the agreed time for the crew to come around for my ‘grand’ proposal but the delay is not in any way their fault. It’s mine. Each time their heads pop out the door of the small room behind Leslie to ask if it’s time, I subtly shake my head. I
KIAN’S POV “How long are you going to hold on to that?” Cole’s voice startles me. The ring box I was playing with in my hands almost slips out of my hold but I catch it before it can fall to the ground. I glare in Cole’s way as I tuck the box safely back into the last drawer beside my office desk.
LESLIE’S POV (Another week later) I’m starting to think the news weatherman is a fraud. Three years ago and now, his forecast about a perfect sunny day is entirely wrong. The sky harbours thick clouds that hide the sun no matter how desperate she wants to take a peek. It’s no different from tha
LESLIE’S POV (One week later) > ***************************************************** Read and delete. It’s the third time this week and I’m starting to get sick of seeing the words “corpse”, “body” and “Funeral”. I’ve been subconsciously blaming the innocent little thing growing ins
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