Annabel's POV Watching the children's presentation turned into an irresistible urge between I and Scott. From subtle holding of hands to taking some fresh air that got us playing under the snow.Memories of our time at the beach reflected before my eyes—Scott and the children running after each other. It was a marvelous sight to behold and I was more than convinced that Scott is the only man I have loved.“Do you think the kids will be looking for us now?” I laughed as I tossed a snowball to him.He dodged, gathered a handful and threw it into the air, causing it to fall around us. While I was staring at the sight, he snuck up behind me and pulled me into his arms.I blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl. I have never been this happier. He whispered into my ear, “I think we should set up a party of ours and enjoy it too.” I giggled, “The kids-”He swept me off my feet into his arms, “The kids won't be leaving the party until two hours later.”He placed me into the car and came in t
Michelle's POV “I'm not leaving here without her, Mr Simpson and if your son does not release her he'll find himself knocking on hell's gate.”Everyone was staring at me. The feelings were overwhelming. I couldn't understand why Myron would drive all the way here to take me away. How did he know I'd be here? Is he keeping tabs on me?Either way, I should not let him ruin my chances. Since what's between us is a simple attraction, why should I let that attraction come between me and Christopher?I stepped forward, “You need to leave Myron. You have no business here.”“You're coming with me, Michelle.” He replied, unfazed.I knew him too well and I knew he wouldn't leave. At the same time, I cannot simply follow him like a puppet.“If you do not leave this instant, I will have the guards—” Mr Simpson was speaking but was cut off rudely.Looking at the groaning guards on the floor, Myron replied, “What guards?”Mr Simpson was furious.Myron turned to me, “Let's go, Mich.”“No, Myron. Le
Michelle's POV The Master of Ceremony yelled, “Let the party begin!” I stared at a star-strucked Christopher.I said to myself, however loud enough for him to hear, “I told my help she was doing too much but she wouldn't listen to my objections.”He blinked twice and pulled me closer by my waist, “I have to meet your help, Michelle. She needs a salary to keep making you look drop dead gorgeous.”I chuckled, “Don't flatter me, Christopher. You haven't met my sister.”“I don't need to,” he held my gaze, his eyes filled with intentionality it scared me for a moment, “Your beauty is enough to blind my eyes from someone else's.”I smiled.He groaned and kissed my cheek.“Let me introduce you to a few friends and my father.” He placed his hand on my lower back that was left bare by Justicia’s choice of gown.I flinched a bit and gave Chris an awkward smile to hide my embarrassment. He introduced me to high profiles who shook my hand and stared at me with visible lust in their eyes.Chris’
Michelle's POV I smiled, took one last look in the mirror, tapped Justicia lightly on the arm and stepped out to meet Chris.Perhaps Justicia is right, however, I cannot continue to think with my heart. Moreover, I don't want love anymore, it is too much pain and sacrifice.I and Chris will make a simple couple. A marriage built on business cannot be all that bad. Perhaps for a change, I can shift away from love. As I climbed down the stairs, Chris was on his feet the moment he saw me. He did not hide his admiration and I smiled back.He took my hand when I met him and kissed my knuckles.“You look gorgeous.”“Thank you, Chris.” I replied and withdrew my hand, feeling slightly nervous but I reminded myself that there's no room for love.“I must apologize for yesterday,” I said, “Myron was rude and I made sure I put it across to him never to interrupt my dealings again.”He smiled, “I don't hold it against you, Mich. I wouldn't be here if I did. I am glad you didn't let him fill your
Annabel's POV “You didn't think I'd miss their happy day, did you?” I laughed, my heart felt free with Scott, “Well, if you were absent I'd have thought you chose to stay with Michelle to comfort her.”We began to walk into the hall as he spoke, “She does not need comfort, Annabel.”“After signing divorce papers from the man she nearly killed me for, I dare say she would.” I returned.We chose an area clear enough to see the kids’ performance and took our seats.“You're wrong,” he told me, “Michelle was vicious many years ago. She loved me to a fault but she's past that now. We all are. You forgave her and accepted her as your sister before the accident.”I frowned. “There you go, supporting her.” I sighed, “How could you forgive so quickly after she tried to harm our child?”“We need to move on, Annabel. It is in the past and we cannot hold it against her because we're not perfect. We've done things we regret.” He replied and looked away.After a short while he said, “If I were in
Annabel's POVIt was getting late, not to mention the fact that it was snowing heavily outside. The wind howled furiously and even the fireside did little to keep me warm.I looked through the verandah many times but there was no sign of Myron. Earlier, we were supposed to pick the kids from school but he said he had urgent work and vanished suddenly.It's been five hours yet he was not back. A part of me could not help but wonder if he is with Michelle. After all, the news of her divorce from Scott was published this morning and it took Myron by utter surprise, he failed to hide it.What was most surprising was the fact that I felt nothing thinking that my husband could be with Michelle at the moment. I did not feel betrayed, nor do I feel bad.A few minutes later, the automatic door screeched slowly and Myron stepped in, lightly covered in snow. He had a solemn expression around him.If I had not gotten on my feet, he would not have noticed me.“Mich-” he paused. “Annabel, it's you