KEIRA’s POV I sat in the back seat of the car with Natasha by my side. We had been driving for a while now, but there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence between us. I had opened up to Natasha earlier about everything. How Calvin had killed my mother and brother and how he had raped me. Natasha did not say a way but listened attentively with a blank look on her face. I could tell that she was having a hard time processing everything.Natasha was unusually quiet, and I did not know how to interact with her. It was as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing and upset me further. I appreciated her concern, but I just needed her to say something to me.I needed to know what she thought about me now. As we continued to drive, Sarah broke the silence, "Where are we headed today, Miss Keira?" she asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.I took a deep breath before replying, "Could you take us back to our apartment, Sarah?""Sure thing," she said, turning her attention bac
KEIRA’s POV I stood frozen, staring at the television in Clint's living room. A news reporter was on, and next to her was a picture of Clint in a professional suit, smiling."Clint Homer, age 34, a therapist, was seen with a college student being intimate," the reporter said, her voice ringing through the room. I could feel my heart pounding as I saw a picture of us appear on the screen. "The woman beside him is a 22-year-old college student, the daughter of Kane Temple, the CEO of multimillionaire company Temple and Temple Enterprise."I was petrified as I kept my gaze on the picture of Clint and me, the one Calvin had shown me. Why had he released them? He told me I had one week to decide, and I still had two days left. Why?!I could feel my world crumbling, but I was more concerned about Clint."Sources say that Clint Homer is in a very intimate relationship with Keira Temple, even though she is his client, and the huge age gap between the pair," the news reporter went on.I felt
CLINT’s POVAs I sat behind the wheel of my car, my palms slick with sweat and my heart beating erratically, I could not help but feel like I was driving to my doom. As I sped down the road, the streetlights flashed past me in a blur, heading towards Kane's company. The moment I saw his name on my phone screen, I could see my world crumbling right before my eyes. I can still remember vividly the shock I felt when I stopped on channel seven, the news channel. I was not the type to pay attention to the news diligently, but when I heard my name and saw the picture of me on the TV screen, I was unable to move.I was frozen in that spot instantly, my mind struggling to comprehend what the news reporter was saying. It was not until Keira ran up to me that I finally broke free from my trance.My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I turned onto the street where the company was located. I could see the building looming, and my nerves were getting the best of me. I took a deep breath
KEIRA’s POVI did not know why, but it felt like I had nowhere to go. I could not return to my apartment because I was scared of what Natasha might think of me now. I was also afraid to go back to Papa's house. I did not want to see how disappointed he was in me.That scared me the most.I continued wandering down the streets, lost in my thoughts. I felt helpless and powerless, and it was all my fault. If only I had not allowed my addiction to get the best of me, if only I had not fallen in love with Clint, none of this would have happened. Calvin would not have released those photos, and Clint would not be in this mess.Walking, I found myself at a park and sat on a bench. I looked around at the trees and the people passing by, but my mind was elsewhere. I had no idea what to do next, and the weight of the situation was crushing me.I blamed myself for everything that had happened. I had put Clint in a difficult position and had no idea how to get him out. I wished I could go back an
KEIRA’s POV The moment I stepped into the living room, I could feel the tension. Papa was seated on the sofa, his eyes already on me. From his expression, I could tell that he was not pleased. I exhaled, calming my racing heart, and walked over to the opposite sofa, plopping down on it.Papa sighed, and I saw his expression slowly change to hurt and sadness."Ever since your mother died, I felt like I needed to try my best and raise you properly, but I guess I didn't do a good job."My heart sank at his words. "It is not your fault Papa."He looked at me, and I flinched at his harsh gaze."Then tell me why you chose to go out with an older man who is also your therapist?" Papa asked, the volume of his voice rising."Because I love him, Papa.""That is nonsense! How can you love a man way older than you!" He yelled, startling me. This was the first time I had seen Papa so mad, which scared me.Papa clasped his hands together, exhaling as he kept his gaze on me."It seems like you do
KEIRA’s POVI waited, listening to my father's footsteps as he trudged up the stairs. After a few minutes, I heard the door to his room slam shut. That was my cue. I tiptoed to the front door, grabbing my jacket and purse.I rushed out of the house, running out of the gate like a maniac without looking back. I wanted to see Clint and know how he was holding up. As I ran down the street, I felt a drop of water hit my cheek, and before I could react, rain began to pour down heavily."Shit," I cursed and hailed a taxi.A taxi stopped, and I hopped in immediately. "MarygrooveStreet, hurry up."The driver nodded and began driving down the road. I felt anxiety buildup in my chest. I was eager to see Clint, but this fear also came with it. After seeing the news, I did not have enough time to talk to Clint, seeing that he left the house shocked.How would he react now that the reality had slowly sunk in?I swallowed a lump and exhaled to calm myself. Everything was going to be okay.The driv
CLINT’s POV I slumped onto the barstool, my back hunched over, and my head hung low. My hands shook slightly as I picked up the wine glass, the deep red liquid sloshing around inside. I brought the glass to my lips and chugged the wine down, hoping the alcohol would take away the crushing weight of my depression.As the alcohol burned down my throat, I could not help but repeatedly replay the conversation with Keira. I knew it would be difficult, but I never expected it to be this bad. The pain in her eyes as she cried, the hurt and betrayal she must have felt, made me feel sick.I took another sip of the wine, letting the flavors wash over my tongue, trying to numb my pain. But it was useless; the sadness and guilt were still there, festering inside me like a disease. I had hurt Keira, the one person I loved the most in the world, and it tore me apart.The situation was taking a toll on me mentally, the weight of it all bearing down on me like a ton of bricks. Losing my seat as a bo
KEIRA’s POVI sat in my seat, my mind wandering aimlessly as I stared at the empty podium at the front of the classroom. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, the chatter and laughter of my classmates bouncing off the walls. It was unusual for the professor to be late, but no one seemed to care. My thoughts turned to Clint and the words he had spoken me the night before. "We can't see each other anymore, Keira. It is over." The memory was like a knife pierced into my chest, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. I missed him so much, and the thought of never being able to see him again made me feel like I was drowning in a sea of sadness.As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I became aware of the people around me whispering and glancing in my direction. Their expressions had turned cautious, and it made me feel so uncomfortable. I knew they were looking at me because of the picture that Calvin had released. The picture of Clint and me on the news, the picture that ha
KEIRAWhy was this happening? Why was she here?I looked at Martha with wide eyes, and a surge of fear and anxiety washed over me. I had been worried that she might try to crash our wedding, and now that fear seemed to be coming true. But then I turned to Clint, seeking reassurance and answers in his eyes.He shot me a confident smile and whispered, "Don't worry my love, I've got this under control." His words eased some of the tension in my chest, and I knew I could trust him to handle the situation.Without missing a beat, Clint pulled out his phone and made a call. My heart raced as I wondered what he was doing, but I knew he had a plan.Within minutes, the atmosphere seemed to shift. Police officers appeared, surrounding the area discreetly. My eyes widened in surprise, my eyes darting from one patrol car to the other.As Martha continued to stand there, looking stunned by the sudden turn of events, Clint stepped forward with a determined expression."Martha," he said firmly, "I k
KEIRA As I stood in the dressing room, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. Today was the day I had been waiting for, the day I would marry Keira and officially make her mine.I adjusted the lapels of my navy blue suit, feeling the smooth fabric against my fingertips. The tailored cut hugged my frame perfectly, giving me a sense of confidence and elegance. The crisp white shirt peeking out from under the suit jacket added a touch of classic charm.I ran a hand through my hair, making sure it was perfectly styled. I wanted to look my best for Keira, to show her just how much she meant to me.As I looked at myself in the mirror, my thoughts drifted to Keira. I pictured her in the stunning wedding gown she had chosen, looking radiant and breathtaking. The image of her smiling at me, her eyes filled with love and happiness, made my heart skip a beat.I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. As I sto
KEIRAMy eyes fluttered open as I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. To my surprise, I found Clint standing there, his eyes filled with warmth and a wide smile gracing his lips. I couldn't help but mirror his smile, feeling a sense of comfort and joy at the sight of him."Good morning," he said softly, his voice carrying an air of excitement and anticipation. "Come with me, I have a surprise for you."Still half awake, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Why are you waking me up like this?" I mean, waking up to him was good, but I felt like I still needed some extra hours in bed.He shook his head, his smile never faltering. "Nothing's wrong, I promise. Just trust me and come with me."I cocked my eyebrow at him, curious, but skeptical about what was making him so giddy.Without warning, Clint took my hand in his and pulled me out of the bed."Hey, slow down," I giggled as he pulled me all the way out of the room.He led me down the stairs, and as soon as I stepped into the livi
CLINTI went owl-eyed as I stared at Martha, who gave me an unreadable look. As I looked at her, a mixture of anger and frustration surged within me. I couldn't believe she had followed me to the shop, invading the private and joyful moment I had been savouring.Or maybe I was starting to get used to this, Martha and showing up to ruin things as though she hadn't ruined enough things for me already. After ruining more than five years of my life, I was more than certain that she was sent straight from Hades to steal any chance of happiness that I could get. It's not like I was going to let her, though.I watched as her eyes trailed to the bag in my hand, and before I could react, she spoke with a bitter tone, "So, you came here to shop for a ring. I guess you're serious about getting married to that woman."I gritted my teeth to maintain my composure, but her words stung like a sharp knife. "Martha, this is none of your business," I said firmly, my voice laced with irritation. She di
CLINTI slowly reached out, holding the pregnancy test in my hands. The word "positive" was displayed clearly before my eyes, and I was struck with a mix of emotions that left me stunned. I blinked, trying to process the reality of what I was seeing. A surge of happiness bubbled up inside me, intertwined with a sense of uncertainty.My heart raced, and my mind raced even faster. The thought of Keira, the woman I loved, carrying our child was both thrilling and overwhelming. We had talked about a future together, but this was a new level of commitment and responsibility, and it left me feeling a bit unsteady.As I stood in the bathroom, I realised that the entire trajectory of our lives had shifted in an instant. Parenthood was a journey I hadn't been prepared for, but seeing the positive result brought an unexpected joy that I couldn't ignore.There was a certain glow of happiness that spread through me. Yet, at the same time, a question echoed in my mind – were we truly ready for thi
KEIRA As I slowly opened my eyes, a wave of pain washed over me, centred in my head. My vision was hazy, but as it cleared, I realised I was back in the beach house, lying in a bed. Memories of last night began to flood back, and I winced as I recalled the intensity of the dancing and laughter, followed by my sudden sickness.My head throbbed relentlessly, and I tried to sit up, only to be met with a rush of dizziness. My body felt weak and unsteady like it had never before. Nausea twisted in the pit of my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me.For a moment, I lay still, taking deep breaths, trying to steady myself. The events of last night seemed like a whirlwind, and I couldn't quite grasp what had caused me to feel this way. My hand instinctively reached for my forehead, feeling the clamminess of my skin.I closed my eyes, trying to regain my composure. "What is happening to me?" I murmured to myself, my voice weak.My head still ached as I grabbed my phone, deciding to look up m
CLINTEven though I had been able to give Keira three orgasms from when we left the restaurant, I knew that we still had to talk, and the look on my little girl's face was the only confirmation that I needed. Damn Martha. The dimly lit bar provided a somber backdrop to the tension that hung between us. As we sipped our wine in silence, the weight of unspoken words weighed heavily on my heart. It was Keira who broke the stillness, her voice soft and hesitant."What's going on, Clint?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. "Martha has been sending me texts," I admitted, my voice tinged with discomfort. "She said she missed me and wanted to talk."If I had my way, I would keep it from Keira so that she would not have to worry about something as trivial as Martha's annoying feelings. But since it had come to this, there was no hiding anything again. Without a word, I pulled out my phone and showed he
KEIRA"I should not be doing this," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the cab and then covered the remaining distance by foot. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside, pacing anxiously around Clint's car. His abrupt departure from the house had taken me by surprise, and something inside me urged me to follow him. I was tired of him hiding things from me, tired of feeling left in the dark. Especially when it felt like something that would affect both of us. Instinct took over, and without a second thought, I walked towards the restaurant he had driven to. Through the glass window, I saw him seated with a woman, her face all too familiar – his ex-wife, Martha, nothing prepared me for this and the sight hit me like a dagger to the heart. My heart clenched tightly and I took a deep breath to relieve the pain that was slamming at me from every part of my body. Was Martha the reason why he had been acting all weird? What was going on between them? I watched as they converse
CLINTI stood in the dimly lit room, my phone held tightly in my hands, my gaze fixed on the screen for what seemed like an eternity. Keira's voice interrupted my trance, pulling me back to the present."Clint, what's the problem? You've been staring at your phone for a while now."I blinked, trying to compose myself, but my mind was already racing. "I... I'll be back," I replied, my voice hurried and distracted. Without giving her a chance to respond, I abruptly left the room, a sense of urgency propelling me forward.Frantically, I grabbed my coat from the hanger and fumbled for my car keys. I needed to move, to do something, anything, to find the answers that eluded me. The weight of the unknown burdened my thoughts, and I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that something was going to go wrong.As I rushed to my car, my heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my hurried footsteps."Clint!" I heard Keira call out my name. The worry and panic in her voice were impossible t