Futile execution Harry’s pov He lost track of the road but swiftly directed the steering, almost landing on the side track where there was a barricade. I noticed his hands trembling, but his eyes were fixed on the road. "Who could be tracking us?" I asked, almost subconsciously, my gaze fixed on the rearview mirror. I could barely see through, but I observed it was a black limousine. The car sped up even more, and every passing minute felt like hell, a mixed feeling of uncertainty spreading across my spine. Never had I been in such a situation before. Everything always worked as planned, but this time, it was different. Soon, the car halted, and I narrowed my eyes at Louis, curiosity in my tone. "Why the stop?" My gaze was fixed on his reflection in the rearview mirror. "Boss, I lost track of the car," he uttered under his breath. I gasped, letting out a sigh of relief. What was uncertain was who the heck was tracking us. A flicker of annoyance crossed my face when my t
Why Harry!Celine's POVHe remained silent, nodding his head and repeatedly glaring at the file before him. I couldn't figure out what was going through his mind; his expression was unreadable. The air in the room suddenly became tense despite the air conditioning, and I became uncomfortable almost instantly.I had prayed and longed for this job, but as the pressure mounted, the urge to excuse myself and catch my breath surged. I needed fresh air, away from his annoying and stern presence. Just as I was about to say something, he raised his brows, and our gazes locked. I suspected he must have sensed my sudden change in expression. I subconsciously looked down, avoiding his arrogant, domineering, piercing grey eyes.I sensed he was scrutinizing my expression because I could see him in my peripheral view."Most times, I marvel at the class of people who randomly choose names," he said, his words laced with fury and disgust. I couldn't comprehend his sentence—random names? I couldn’t st
The CEOCeline’s povI tried hiding away so he wouldn't see my bulge, but it was already too late. The purse in my hands dropped when my gaze locked with his. The intimacy they shared was evident. My lips parted in disbelief, and I wished the earth would open up so I could hide my face. She was practically the reason Harry divorced me, I thought to myself. How could I have forgotten the face of that woman I despised so much just a few months ago? The one reason my life was left in shambles, forcing me to start all over again. At that moment, I felt the hurt all over again. Pain and bitterness surged in my heart. This was the second time I had seen Harry since our divorce. The first time was at the suite when he confronted Jack, and now at the mall with her, his arms wrapped around her waist.I felt a stab in my chest as I watched them approach. At first, a frown creased his face upon meeting my gaze, a look of disgust on his features as his eyes fixed on my bulge, but the frown quickl
The ringCeline’s pov"The ring with a tiger statue?" I snapped out almost quickly. It resembled one I had seen in the past. The boss wore that exact ring on his slender finger, and it caught me off guard. That ring had a significant similarity to one I couldn't quite place. My thoughts raced.I leaned forward to get a closer look at the ring, to ascertain my suspicion, but this time my effort proved futile. He had his hands buried, making it impossible to get a glance. His expression remained stern, hidden behind the tinted black glasses that covered almost half of his face."Ahh, what a personality!" I sighed in frustration after fruitless attempts to take a second glance at the ring. My thoughts clouded, and my heart pounded.A few minutes later, the director came out and signaled i take the files back to the office. I waited a bit to get the precise instruction, and when it was clear, a feeling of excitement crept into my heart. I let out a sigh of relief, jolting out of the hall
Pressure Harry's POVIt was just a day until Derick's birthday, and I was determined to make it memorable for him. After that day at the hospital, my love for my family grew, and I promised myself to always put them first, spending quality time with them whenever possible. I couldn't bear the thought of losing my son and beloved wife. When Louis drove back to the hospital, my heart halted momentarily. It dawned on me that I might not survive a single day if anything happened to my family.Whoever was after me might also be after my family, and I had to ensure their safety. I employed more security in the mansion to protect them when I was out of the house. As for Jack, I was determined to put him in his rightful place, but first, I had to ensure no harm came to my family. They weren't meant to be dragged into my mess and dealings. It was my battle to fight, not theirs. But the saying that "when two elephants fight, the grass suffers" surged in my heart. I refused to let that be true
DiscoveryCeline’s POVThere was a tendency that I was over-calculating and overthinking. A mixed feeling of doubt and uncertainty struck my heart. It could possibly be a coincidence or a mix-up. The man in the picture was a little lighter in complexion than the boss himself. My thoughts were clouding, and my head kept calculating.“Oh Celine, snap out of it; you need rest now,” I whispered to myself, feeling weighed down by deep thoughts and unnecessarily stressing myself.I managed to freshen up, had a little to eat, and then retired to bed. However, the scene kept playing in my mind, rendering me almost broken and fazed. I drifted off to sleep, unaware that I had my hands on the picture scattered on the bed. It felt like being in the middle of the ocean with no hope of escape, just stuck. I was caged in my thoughts but needed clarity. Even if he was Williams Wood, he didn’t seem to be an easygoing person. “There, I have a problem,” I thought to myself. How do I convince him to acce
Open confrontationHarry's POV“How then do I ascertain my doubts and secure clarity?” I snapped, my words laced with fury.“I instructed you to apply force only if the doctor proved stubborn, not the other way around.” My brows furrowed as Larry communicated his failure to retrieve the information.“Boss, those people, especially the receptionist, were stepping on my toes, so I had to do what I did,” he replied, his tone quivering.I ended the damn call immediately—it was making me more upset, my brows raised. I hate incompetent people. A simple instruction couldn’t be carried out discreetly. My thoughts flew back, and I felt a pang in the atmosphere. My heart pounded at the thought of Liz. Liz was my favorite, always up and doing, never incompetent in any assignment or instruction given.Ever since his assassination, I heeded Louis's advice to remain low while secretly unfolding whoever was involved in meddling with our plans. The mafia family was one with rules. I suspected Jack al
CoincidenceHarry’s POV“I bet you've reached your last end,” he snapped angrily, scanning me from head to toe.“And what do you mean by that statement? Do you think I'm afraid of you? And to remind you, I'm not the least bit afraid of you. Instead, you should be!” I bellowed, giving him a piercing gaze, my brows furrowing.He smirked, then a frown creased his forehead. “I've always told you, you're a loser and will remain so.” He moved closer, and I closed the space between us, left in an intense gaze. Our hearts were pounding. I could feel and hear the sound of his heartbeat. It was loud, and so was mine. How could he? How did he have the nerve to stop me in my tracks? I whimpered in my heart.Still locked in an intense gaze, my eyes darkened, spine straight, and shoulders tensed.We stood in the same position for heaven knows how long before he gulped and scoffed sarcastically.“When I said you've reached your last end, I meant every single word,” he stated, his words bold and insc
Her deathHarry's POV A surge of relief washed through me as I anticipated her call. I had sent her another gift just yesterday and hoped she had received it.Morning had already come, yet I hadn’t heard from her; not even a text. The earlier relief was gradually fading away. She was right to treat me the way she did; I had tried so hard to absorb that truth. Still, I couldn’t shake off the urge to go see Mum. She had given me false information about Dad’s death, but Louis had advised me to calm down before confronting her. That advice, however, had lingered long enough.It had been two days of intense worry and sorrow. Each time there was a glimmer of hope, it drowned in an ocean of grief and bitterness. I doubted if I could hold on any longer; I couldn’t heal unless I sorted things out quickly. I pulled my phone out of my breast pocket and hesitated for a moment before typing a text to Celine.Countless texts had been sent over the past few days, yet none received a reply. Still, I
Another Battle?My heart wandered to what Sharon had said earlier, and I couldn't shake off the urgency I felt to meet her. She sounded too serious, and whatever important information she had to disclose, I knew it was related to the past. As much as I never wanted to revisit my past, I still needed to know what it was all about.I had the urge to call Evelyn, but I restrained myself. There was no need to burden her with my issues anymore. I tried to grasp sleep throughout the night as I awaited the morning, but all my efforts proved futile, and I was already giving up in frustration.I reached my hand to the head of the bed where my podcast device was. I tapped to play the popular music streaming on it, tuning it to a lower key and pitch before slumping back onto the bed. I carefully freed my mind from all worries, and soon, the music synced with my heart. Slowly, I closed my eyes, and soon, I drifted off to sleep.*****Sitting in this popular resort at the far-right end of the larg
Intriguing SuspenseCeline’s POVMy heart shattered even more as I watched his reactions and flimsy flirting excuses, which he thought would win me over. I felt like I was losing it. He had taken something precious from me in the past, and as if that wasn’t enough, he still had to hide it from me; an act I despised so much.“I never want to see you near us again,” I cursed, looking intensely at his derailed expression, masked with even greater pain and hurt.“Please, for the…”“Just go,” Henry cut in, and he swallowed hard. I hated seeing my son angry, just as much as I felt the pain of a reopened wound. If my mum were alive, I wouldn’t have gone through the torment I endured. I doubted I would have faced the ridicule and humiliation his singular action caused me. Glaring at him, still crouched on the floor, I felt like strangling the life out of him for taking what was so precious and priceless to me, yet I tried so hard to restrain the urge.“Why are you still pleading? Take your di
BrokenHarry's POVI felt a shiver run down my spine the moment she pointed to the diary on the floor. My heart skipped a beat; or thousands. I distinctly remembered tucking the diary into the shelves, so how did it end up here, on the floor in this room?"How did you get that?" I asked, the perplexed look on my face betraying my confusion.She scoffed, shooting me a deadly stare that set my entire body aflame. "You still have the nerve to ask that? Isn't it your handwriting on it? You're just so pathetic," Evelyn spat, and I winced."Just get out of here this minute!" Celine barked, and my heart sank even more. Her pained expression and the tears on her cheeks tugged at something inside me. I tried to reach for her, but Evelyn slapped my hand away, rolling her eyes derisively."Never try that again," she snapped. Celine said nothing, her head buried in her hands, her face a picture of intense disdain.I crouched low, dropping to my knees. "Please, I'm so sorry for whatever you saw in
ExposedCeline's POV“Get the things ready and well arranged in the car while I quickly change into something perfect,” I instructed the new driver who had just started working.“Alright, ma,” he responded, turning to leave as I headed towards the staircase.“Ahh, girl, I’m so happy for you!” Evelyn chimed in from the door, hobbling towards me with a smile plastered all over her face.“Please calm down. You know you don’t need to walk fast in your condition. Slow and steady,” I teased, and she scoffed.“So, I shouldn’t walk fast anymore? Where is it written?” she snapped.“In your antenatal instructions, of course.”“No, you could have just called me a little child that should crawl instead.” She finally reached me.“You aren’t dressed yet.”“Yeah, but I’m going upstairs to get dressed now. Aren’t you coming over to help me with buttoning up?” I asked.“You should have just taken me along with you. It’s obvious you were actually waiting for me, pretending not to care,” she teased, com
AcceptedHarry's POVI could feel her breath heavily against mine as I deepened the kiss, my tongue savoring every drop of sweetness from her lips. I only pulled away when I realized she was out of breath.My gaze fixed on her intensely; I could see the fire and sparks buried within her eyes. I wasn't going to let go. I had long desired this moment, but somehow, I was denied it by the circumstances that followed thereafter.I kissed her again, enjoying every moment as she groaned, feeling the tingling sensation in her body. Her hands strayed to my back, her fingers digging deep through my shirt. I kissed her even more, lifting her to sit on the table while keeping our lips locked. My hands moved through her long, flowing gown, sliding up from her knees to her thighs. Her groans intensified, stirring my desire to continue. I could feel myself getting hard, not wanting to stop anytime soon.Just then, a bit of sanity struck me, hitting me hard enough to reset my senses. I stopped in my
Tingling SensationCan't believe he said those words. Wasn't he supposed be glad if I gave him a second chance in our lives. Or was he just putting on an act to get at me?“Why did you say that?” Evelyn asked, her eyes widened in shock as well. I silently thanked her in my heart for speaking up.“Because it's not the right time for that. Besides, my top priority is to ensure she's in perfect condition and not the other way around.”“Alright, if you say so,” Evelyn exclaimed.“But Dad, I can't wait for us to be one happy family again. Besides, Mum isn’t complaining about it, is she?” He turned to ask me, and I froze in place.“Mum!”“Yes, cutie, not really,” I replied, and he grinned.“You see, Mum isn’t complaining.”“Can we drop this issue for now? There are many other things to deal with right now.”“See, there is,” I replied, feeling utterly relieved at that moment. I wasn’t going to face any tough questions, even though I knew Henry had many to ask.*****Two months laterI steppe
ConsciousCeline's POVThe darkness that enveloped me was more than I could bear. I could hear voices around me, but I couldn’t move or blink. The more I tried, the more I failed.Why can't I open my eyes? Why can't I move? Everything was in total darkness as I struggled to break free, fighting with every ounce of strength I had.I could hear his voice, his tiny, tender voice speaking to me. It seemed like he was crying. Why would he be in tears? Who hurt my precious jewel? Whoever it was, they had no idea what I would do to them. I struggled even more, and this time, my finger moved. That was just the beginning in the loom of darkness.I couldn't utter a word, even when I tried and struggled to yell out. It felt like the cage around me was so intense that it held every part of me firmly. Just then, my finger moved again. The voice intensified, and before I knew it, someone touched me.I could sense his touch; it soothed my longing heart. I tried to move my fingers again, and this tim
Mum!"Doctor, how is she now?" I asked the doctor who walked past me. My hands gripped his coat firmly. He shook his head, still without a response, glaring at me before gently pulling my hands off and continuing in his direction.My heart sank even further. Goosebumps formed on my skin, yet I felt a surge of hope for some inexplicable reason. The situation showed no sign of hope, but strangely, something stirred within me. I shoved that strange feeling aside, but the unease grew even more. Turning toward the doorway, I asked almost every nurse and doctor that walked by."Can someone tell me what the heck is going on with her?" I screamed in frustration. A lone tear rolled down the corner of my eye as I watched the nurses and doctors pass by without a reply, only the grim and serious expressions they all wore.A tap on my shoulder. "Boss, I think you should calm down. Everything will turn out fine," Louis's concerned voice asserted, clutching his other hand to mine."What's going on h