Rowan’s P.O.V“Did you catch a cold…” I typed, staring at the screen for a second before deleting the messages immediately. I ran my fingers through the back of my neck, a groan of frustration escaping me as my mind replayed the absurd conversation she’d had with me earlier in my office.A blind date!How could she mention setting me up on a blind date? I needed to understand her thought process and how she could stay composed even after saying the most ridiculous things. I heaved an exasperated sigh, my fingers hovering over the phone. “Don't catch a cold, if you do, no one is going to take care of you. So take care of yourself and why do I care, you are a pharmacist and you are capable of taking care of yourself” I hit send before locking my phone and shoving it into my pocket. Stepping out of the car with an umbrella over my head as the door closed gently behind me, I blew out a breath, staring at the building that was decorated with neon lights. The sound of the electronic dan
Lucia The rhythm of the music pulsed through my chest, my arms stretching above my head while rolling my hips to the beat of the song. However, at that moment, there was this shift in the tension of the room that made my eyes flutter open. Everyone had their eyes fixed on me, but there was something about the pair of eyes that I could feel on my face. Something was entirely different about it, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Scoping the entire club with my eyes, my gaze shifted around, and I was about to settle with the fact that I was being paranoid when goosebumps spilled over me as soon as I locked eyes with someone that never in my wildest imagination would I have ever imagined that he would be here. Rowan Whitmore. My heart lurched forward, my legs wobbling, almost giving away and at that moment, the music that I wanted to drown in became nothing but mere noise in my ears. When his eyes dragged away from mine, my heart sank into my stomach and the only words that kept o
Seraphina’s POVRowan had called. He had called me so many times that I thought my ears might start to bleed, even though the last thing I wanted was to pick up. But I had no choice—I’d have to answer and hear whatever he had to say.It was absurd that he called me just to ask if I had caught a cold. Why was he calling me over something as measly as that? The rain had fallen heavily just like Rowan had warned. I sat by the window, watching the strings of rain that trailed down the window while taking a sip of my coffee as my mind drifted back to him. He said he had something important to do tonight and that was the reason he wouldn’t be home. By something important, did he mean Zoey Scott? I snapped my fingers because, at that moment, it was all starting to make sense. Earlier, he came to see her at the gym and if I could remember clearly, he had mentioned something about sorting things out. These all meant that he was trying to rekindle the relationship between them again. For
Seraphina’s P.O.VI could barely sleep a wink last night as his big arms encircled me while my mind reeled from everything that had happened last night. The fact that he came to my wedding and all of that. And as if that wasn't the worst part, why did it feel like we were both cheating on Zoey’s Scott? Rowan and I were the ones who were married. Why did I feel a sense of obligation to her and most importantly, why does he have my pictures? Why does he confuse me in this way? What in the world was happening right now? Was he drunk last night, was that why he mentioned that he wanted me in his bed? Did Zoey Scott turn down his advances…Now I know why he said that he could smell me. He said that because when he stared into my eyes, he thought that I was her. That had to be it. Because all the other thoughts that coursed through my mind right now made no sense. Slowly, his hands loosened around me and relief flooded through me as I shifted from the bed slightly, trying not to wake h
Seraphina I waved Danielle goodbye, the fear of what she had told me concerning Lucia clawing at my throat every second. As soon as she disappeared, I paused, debating my next move. Should I confront Lucia directly or catch her red-handed by wielding the authority my grandfather entrusted to me as Henderson's Pharmaceutical highest shareholder?I heaved an exasperated sigh, taking a sip of the lukewarm coffee in my hand while walking down the street, lost in my thoughts. Lucia had stolen my life. She had stolen years from me and the more I thought about it, it seemed more like God placed her into my life just to steal from me. “How is she even my twin sister? I just hope that the rumors aren't true. If it is true, then it wouldn't even be funny at all” Just as I took another sip, I had no idea when I tripped and bumped into someone, as the impact jolted the cup from my hand. The coffee splashed on his coat while he growled. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to” I almo
Mason’s P.O.VA disgruntled groan escaped me, sitting on the balcony while taking a sip of my Vieux Carrè, gripping the tablet with my other hand as my eyes breezed over the report that the man I had assigned to search for Romeo sent. The more my gaze lingered on the screen, the more my brows pulled together in confusion as anger warmed its way through my heart. What did the report mean by he couldn't be found and there was a high chance that he had left the country? The mere thought of never fulfilling my lifelong dream of making him pay for daring to blackmail my wife burned hotter than any wound ever could.“How do I find this man? Where do I find this man?” I muttered to myself, taking another sip of my drink while tossing the tablet on the desk. I heaved an exasperated sigh, squeezing my eyes shut and when my eyes fluttered open, I caught sight of Lucia looking so pale through the sharp corners of my eyes. Inside the room, Lucia sat on the couch, gripping the remote while st
Seraphina’s P.O.VI could hear the fireworks booming in the distance. “La Tavola Eccellente” The elegant Italian phrase rolled off my tongue, clutching my purse, but I froze mid-step when Rowan’s words echoed down my ears. Draped in a long black coat, his words that tingled the back of my neck sent a shiver down my spine. “Can you not speak in Italian? You have a bit of an accent and if I hear one more word, my ears would bleed”My fingers squeezed into fists, turning while shooting him a sharp glare only to falter for a second. I had been so pissed and didn’t manage to take a proper look at him until now. But when my eyes locked onto him, it stole my breath away. The way the sharp lines of his tailored coat accentuated his broad shoulders was truly astonishing and most importantly, the way his shiny black hair gleamed underneath the dim light made him look hot. He was perfect. Wait! Did I just say perfect? Rowan was handsome, and he would probably be the finest man I had ever set
Seraphina’s P.O.VI stared blankly at Zoey, resisting the urge to speak harshly with her, even though the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was lash out at her. She beamed with a smile, squeezing my hands gently. “I wish I was as lucky as you are…” She chuckled. My brows knitted together in a slight frown as I pulled my hands away from hers. Forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, I shifted the conversation, desperate to steer it away before she could pile on more of that lucky me nonsense. There is a high chance that I could snap totally and that was the last thing I wanted. She wasn’t worth it. I whisked another glass of champagne off the tray of the passing waiter while handing it over to her. “You should have this”She smiled, her cheeks flushing pink, and there was this genuine look in her eyes that kind of took me aback. Did she mean what she said? Slowly, it soon hit me that she was an actress and every display of sweetness from her was nothing but an act. Z
Rowan’s P.O.VI had never felt this enraged my whole life because the more she spoke, the more anger bubbled within me, and I wasn't angry with her, but I was pissed with myself. For not taking action for so long. I couldn't think as different thoughts coursed through my mind at that moment. The words that she said. The smile that curled at the corners of her mouth when she spoke with Bob— All those memories were like a knife that twisted deeper and deeper into my heart. Her screams, the sharpness in it clashed with the words that she had said earlier at the birthday party. It was the reason that I couldn't think straight, as my grip on the steering wheel tightened so much that my knuckles turned white. All of a sudden, I was jolted out of the thoughts that flooded through my mind when she slammed her fists on the window and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Help me!”“Stop the car, please stop the car, Rowan” Dread washed over me at that moment and when I saw the fear that slith
Seraphina’s P.O.VAnger bubbled deep inside of me as I removed my AirPods, and grabbed my purse. The only voice that kept screaming to my head was how I needed to get back at Rowan for this consistent disrespect that didn't seem to end and it wouldn't come to a stop until I finally drew a line. I meant it when I claimed that I was done because I was done this time. A frown slipped through my face, my hips swaying by its side as I strutted towards Rowan who was still engrossed in the phone call. His eyes caught mine briefly before he glanced away and turned his back to me. A scoff escaped me and at that moment, I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted the man from earlier walking towards him. Bob. Confusion swirled within me as I tilted my head to the side, wondering why he was walking towards Rowan after the way he had treated him earlier. What was going on?Could there be a possibility that he was approaching Rowan right now to apologize?At that moment, a thought popped up ins
Seraphina’s P.O.VEloise? What was she doing here? Was she close friends with Zoey Scott? Or wasn’t that her? I leaned by my side, my eyes not leaving Rowan whose eyes darkened like he wasn’t excited to see her. I covered my mouth slightly, leaning closer to Zoey who took a quick selfie. She seemed to have gotten the cue of what I wanted to do and moved closer to me. “How do you know Eloise?”Her eyes shifted to Eloise. “I don’t know her. Heath had invited her…do you know her?”I leaned back in my seat, forcing out a tight smile. “Kinda…” before I could complete my words, I was taken aback when someone wrapped her hands around my shoulder and kissed me on the cheeks. Eloise?My shoulders stiffened for a second as the gesture from Eloise startled me because the last I checked, we weren’t friends. I disliked her because of Rowan. They were once close and he seemed to have a soft spot for her because while he mostly bullied me, he had always treated her with gentleness. “How are you
Rowan’s P.O.VI had lied again, and I hated that I did. I wasn't the type to break out of character, and the fact that I had to lie about the search concerning Chloe shattered my heart into pieces. Not only that, but I just didn't have the mind to tell her that the more I searched for Chloe, the more the results remained the same—Nothing. There was no lead whatsoever and nobody could account for what had happened to her except for the fact that the reason for her disappearance was because of what had happened at the beach. And to worsen things, there could be a high chance that she died just like the other children. I was the type of person to always be blunt with people but with Seraphina… I couldn't because it was going to break her in unimaginable ways, so I preferred to cling to that tiny bit of hope that she was still alive. I decided to have faith in Seraphina who believed that she wasn't dead. Her faith wasn't hope, it was a strong conviction that she believed in, so I was
Seraphina’s P.O.VDread washed over me as I sat in the café, the walls closing in on me with every second that passed by. It was crazy how Rowan was the cause of my sadness. I wasn't supposed to be sad. Yet, I couldn't stop my mind from replaying the words that Ava had said. She had mentioned that she had spotted Rowan this morning. She saw him in a shopping mall yet…My heart sank my stomach and my eyes darted over to the text that dug a hole in my chest, causing my heart to twist in pain. My gaze lingered on the text that he had sent me. “The trip has been postponed for another two days…he will be seeing me soon…” My voice was barely above a whisper. I leaned forward, not being able to take my eyes away from the text as I deliberated confronting him or just ignoring him. And at the same time, I couldn't understand why his personal life bothered me this much. I missed the times when I wasn't concerned about Rowan or anything that he was involved in. I missed the times when he
Seraphina’s P.O.VSince that day at the park when I broke down, things haven't been the same anymore., I had been thrown into this void that seemed to be sucking the life out of me. Everyone may have moved on and going on with their lives but I seemed to have been stuck in that time. I couldn't grasp the extent of Lucia’s hatred for me and most importantly, I couldn't understand why Rowan did the things that he did for me. Why was he willing to risk everything for someone like me and most importantly, when he mentioned that I meant nothing to him? Do people go that far for someone that means nothing to them?It has been a week since I had last set eyes on Rowan and despite everything Lucia told me about him orchestrating the attacks because of me, I had never confronted him and we didn't even speak about what Lucia told me about. Everyone minded their business since that day because hearing all that he was doing for me was still so hard to believe. It would have been more believab
Lucia’s P.O.VHow did he figure it out? How did he discover that I had hired a camera crew to record a video that I would use in doing damage control on the media later? My plan had failed and as if that wasn't worse, I had ended up with a broken ankle that was just starting to heal. Rowan’s threat still sent a shiver down my spine and for a second, I had to stop dead in my tracks as the memories of what he had said kept popping up in my mind. That man wasn't a human. He was a demon and I didn't know why it took me so long to figure out how dangerous he was. He shot Leo. Almost killed me and Mason because of her…Seraphina. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to quash the thoughts that were starting to overwhelm me. I shouldn't allow Rowan’s threat to get to me that much instead, I needed to focus on the issue that was at hand. A groan escaped me and the fact that Mason’s family had been trying to reach me for the past few days and I had ditched Mason by not visiting him kind of sca
Rowan’s P.O.VI had orchestrated a plan—A plan that would make Seraphina follow me to the ice cream stand and that was why I had to leave my wallet to her because I knew that in the end, she would have no option but to bring it but with the way things were going now, it seemed more like my plans had failed because if it didn't, then why wasn't she here now?“What is taking her so long?” I muttered under my breath, frustration seeping through my chest. I glanced at my wrist watch and when I noticed that she had no plans of coming here, I left the line. Could it be that she hadn't noticed the wallet in the car?Or what if there was a high chance that she had used the opportunity to stroll around the pack?A frustrated groan escaped me as I walked back to the spot where I had left her. There she was and I was about to call her name when I noticed the presence of someone around her. At that moment, a chilling wave of intensity surged through me—not born of fear, but of something far da
Seraphina’s P.O.VThose horrible words that Rowan uttered left a bitter taste in my mouth. They echoed in my mind, cutting deeper and deeper with every second that the words flashed through my mind. He claimed that I had meant nothing to him. Considering our history, it wasn’t supposed to hurt but yet it had hurt me so badly that pain exploded in my chest and anger simmered beneath the surface of my skin. “Rowan Whitmore” I muttered through gritted teeth and it was funny how I wasn’t even bothered about what Lucia had done to me anymore. What bothered my mind were the words that Rowan had spilled without any remorse. I knew that we were always on each other’s tail almost all the time but how could he say that I meant nothing to him?I mean, it was so devastating for him to say something like that to me without thinking twice. And, most importantly, why do I care what Rowan thinks about me?Before, I wouldn’t have given a fuck but now I just couldn’t seem to get my mind off that c