Kiara’s POV The sound of the plane's engines faded into a low hum as we touched down in Florida. My heart tightened with every passing second. It had been three years since I last set foot here, three years since I walked away from a crumbling marriage and a version of myself I barely recognized. Today, I was Kiara Abernathy, CEO of a successful global finance company based in London. I was no longer the timid woman Nicholas married. I came back better, stronger, and with a man that knew my worth. Beside me, Damon reached for my hand, his touch grounding me as I tried to calm the storm raging in my chest. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and I stole a glance at him. “It'll be fine.” He murmured, his voice as calm as the warmth in his eyes. I nodded, catching a breath. As we exited the plane, the sun kissed my skin, everything felt new and different. I adjusted my tailored white blazer and smoothed the matching trousers that hugged my figure. My heels clicked
Kiara's POVI froze when I heard my name. “Kiara, Please wait!” His voice echoed through the hall as his footsteps quickly approached. I stood still, my fist clenched, as pain crept through me. Slowly, I turned to face him. Every nerve in my body was writhing in pain. His eyes were filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Damon, give us a moment,” I said without looking at him. Damon hesitated, giving me a look before stepping back, just far enough to give us space but still close enough to step in if needed. Nicholas didn't wait. He closed the distance between us, towering over me. The same Nicholas who used to shout at me, who made me cry, now stood here, shuddering in front of me. I stole a glance at the few people passing by us and I said, “Yes, Mr. Chavez?” My voice was cold. Very cold. I remembered everything in a flash. The day we got married, the day we moved into his new estate, the day our lovely marriage started to fall apart. I had predicted that he had been seeing someo
Nicholas’ POV Kiara turned toward Damon, and before I could say anything, she ran into his arms. She held onto him like she needed him to breathe. My chest tightened as I watched her. My Kiara…in someone else's arms. Damon glared at me, his eyes full of anger. “Don't you dare come close to her again!” I stood there, frozen as I looked at them. My fists clenched at my sides, the sting of rejection cutting through me. My mind had screamed at me to stop her, but I couldn't move. She had chosen him, and I couldn't do anything about it. “Did he hurt you?” Damon asked her, his voice gentle, like he cared about her more than anything. Kiara shook her head. “No…I'm fine.” She didn't tell Damon exactly what happened. She didn't look at me. Not even a glance. And then they walked away together. Only Damon turned back and shot me a deadly stare. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and left me standing there, broken. Why had I kissed her? I didn't know why, but she
Nicholas’ POVA sharp beeping sound pierced through my mind and my head throbbed as I tried to open my eyes. “Kiara…” I murmured. The name slipped out before I could stop it as my voice was way below a whisper. “It's Hollis,” A familiar voice replied softly. I coughed, eyes fully open now as I took in my surroundings. I was in a hospital.Hollis sat by my bedside, her perfectly styled blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Her light blue eyes, filled with worry, met mine. I shifted slightly, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my ribs. “What happened?”“You were in a car accident,” She explained. “You've been unconscious for hours. The doctors said you were lucky.”I stared at the ceiling, the memory of Kiara in Damon's arms replaying painfully in my head. “Lucky?” I muttered bitterly. Hollis hesitated, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Nicholas, you're going to drive yourself to ruin if you keep this up. Chasing after someone who-”I turned my head to look at her, cu
Kiara's POVBack at the office, I tried to focus on the pile of work waiting for me after taking a day off. Rose, my assistant, had a stack of files on my desk, which I needed to review urgently. “Thank you, Rose,” I said, glancing at the files. “You're welcome, ma'am. How was your trip to the States?” she asked with a warm smile. “Interesting, Rose. It went well.” I replied, smiling briefly before turning to my laptop. “Okay, ma'am. I'll take my leave now,” she said, nodding slightly before walking out. Moments later, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” I called out. The door creaked open, and Damon stepped in, his presence filling the room. A smile played on his lips as he walked toward me, leaning down to place a quick kiss on my cheek. “Missing me already?” he teased. I blushed. “Maybe,” I said, pulling him closer to kiss him on the lips. Then he settled into the chair across from my desk. “Or maybe I'm just surprised to see you here during work hours,” I said, smirking.W
Kiara's pov I was covered in flour, focused on making Nicholas's favorite cake for his birthday, when he walked into the kitchen. I didn't hear him at first, too wrapped up in wanting everything to be perfect. It had been a while since we'd spent a real evening together. He was always going on business trips and barely even had the time for me, his wife. Even on his birthday, he promised me he wouldn't go to work, until I woke up without seeing him by my side. I fought back my tears and made up my mind to bake him a cake after I told my maid to leave the kitchen for me. I just wanted to impress my husband. “Nicholas, you're back early!” I called out, smiling, my hands busy whisking the icing. But he didn't smile back. He didn't even look at me like he usually did. He just stood there, his eyes fixed, as if he was somewhere else. That was when I noticed the folder in his hands. My heart started to beat fast as I dropped the whisker and moved closer to him. “Is everything o
Kiara's pov My eyes flashed open to the blurred sight of a middle-aged man leaning close to me. Panic shot through me as I tried to remember where I was, or even who he was. My fingers tightened around the sheets as my head throbbed. “Doctor, she's awake!” He called, his voice echoing around the room. My head pounded as I slowly recalled what happened. Divorce. Nicholas. A car. “Where am I?” I managed to speak as I looked at the man who sat beside me. He looked rich. “You're in safe hands now, Miss Kiara Abernathy.” The man spoke, a small smile leaving his lips. How did he know my name? What in the world was going on? How did I end up in a hospital? He only nodded toward the doctor, who stepped forward to examine me briefly. “She’s stable, but she needs rest,” she said, giving him a meaningful look before leaving us alone. “Thank you doctor,” “I'm sorry it took us so long to find you, ma'am. Your father is sick, and he wants to see you.” He said, his back slumping. I had
Kiara's pov I took a shaky breath as I looked at the frail man before me. This was the father I had imagined a hundred different ways, but never like this. My heart was pounding, and my hands wouldn't stop trembling. This was my father, the man I had built up in my mind for years after my mom's tragic accident which led to her demise. “Kiara…” His voice was barely a whisper, as if even saying my name took the last of his strength. Collen exited the room, leaving us alone as I sat beside my dad. I forced myself to move closer, to reach for his hand. It felt fragile, cold, and I could see the effort in his eyes as he looked at me. There was so much I wanted to ask, so much anger and confusion swirling in me, but all of that felt irrelevant now. “Why… didn't you… come for me?” My voice cracked, barely holding back the resentment I had held in for years. A soft sigh escaped him. “I…tried, Kiara. I searched everywhere. But they…took you from me.” His voice broke, and it hurt to
Kiara's POVBack at the office, I tried to focus on the pile of work waiting for me after taking a day off. Rose, my assistant, had a stack of files on my desk, which I needed to review urgently. “Thank you, Rose,” I said, glancing at the files. “You're welcome, ma'am. How was your trip to the States?” she asked with a warm smile. “Interesting, Rose. It went well.” I replied, smiling briefly before turning to my laptop. “Okay, ma'am. I'll take my leave now,” she said, nodding slightly before walking out. Moments later, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” I called out. The door creaked open, and Damon stepped in, his presence filling the room. A smile played on his lips as he walked toward me, leaning down to place a quick kiss on my cheek. “Missing me already?” he teased. I blushed. “Maybe,” I said, pulling him closer to kiss him on the lips. Then he settled into the chair across from my desk. “Or maybe I'm just surprised to see you here during work hours,” I said, smirking.W
Nicholas’ POVA sharp beeping sound pierced through my mind and my head throbbed as I tried to open my eyes. “Kiara…” I murmured. The name slipped out before I could stop it as my voice was way below a whisper. “It's Hollis,” A familiar voice replied softly. I coughed, eyes fully open now as I took in my surroundings. I was in a hospital.Hollis sat by my bedside, her perfectly styled blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Her light blue eyes, filled with worry, met mine. I shifted slightly, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my ribs. “What happened?”“You were in a car accident,” She explained. “You've been unconscious for hours. The doctors said you were lucky.”I stared at the ceiling, the memory of Kiara in Damon's arms replaying painfully in my head. “Lucky?” I muttered bitterly. Hollis hesitated, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Nicholas, you're going to drive yourself to ruin if you keep this up. Chasing after someone who-”I turned my head to look at her, cu
Nicholas’ POV Kiara turned toward Damon, and before I could say anything, she ran into his arms. She held onto him like she needed him to breathe. My chest tightened as I watched her. My Kiara…in someone else's arms. Damon glared at me, his eyes full of anger. “Don't you dare come close to her again!” I stood there, frozen as I looked at them. My fists clenched at my sides, the sting of rejection cutting through me. My mind had screamed at me to stop her, but I couldn't move. She had chosen him, and I couldn't do anything about it. “Did he hurt you?” Damon asked her, his voice gentle, like he cared about her more than anything. Kiara shook her head. “No…I'm fine.” She didn't tell Damon exactly what happened. She didn't look at me. Not even a glance. And then they walked away together. Only Damon turned back and shot me a deadly stare. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and left me standing there, broken. Why had I kissed her? I didn't know why, but she
Kiara's POVI froze when I heard my name. “Kiara, Please wait!” His voice echoed through the hall as his footsteps quickly approached. I stood still, my fist clenched, as pain crept through me. Slowly, I turned to face him. Every nerve in my body was writhing in pain. His eyes were filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Damon, give us a moment,” I said without looking at him. Damon hesitated, giving me a look before stepping back, just far enough to give us space but still close enough to step in if needed. Nicholas didn't wait. He closed the distance between us, towering over me. The same Nicholas who used to shout at me, who made me cry, now stood here, shuddering in front of me. I stole a glance at the few people passing by us and I said, “Yes, Mr. Chavez?” My voice was cold. Very cold. I remembered everything in a flash. The day we got married, the day we moved into his new estate, the day our lovely marriage started to fall apart. I had predicted that he had been seeing someo
Kiara’s POV The sound of the plane's engines faded into a low hum as we touched down in Florida. My heart tightened with every passing second. It had been three years since I last set foot here, three years since I walked away from a crumbling marriage and a version of myself I barely recognized. Today, I was Kiara Abernathy, CEO of a successful global finance company based in London. I was no longer the timid woman Nicholas married. I came back better, stronger, and with a man that knew my worth. Beside me, Damon reached for my hand, his touch grounding me as I tried to calm the storm raging in my chest. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and I stole a glance at him. “It'll be fine.” He murmured, his voice as calm as the warmth in his eyes. I nodded, catching a breath. As we exited the plane, the sun kissed my skin, everything felt new and different. I adjusted my tailored white blazer and smoothed the matching trousers that hugged my figure. My heels clicked
Kiara's Pov Damon's lips were demanding, devouring me in ways I didn't understand. Just then my phone rang, interrupting the moment. I didn't want to stop, that kiss was so controlling that I almost forgot whose air I was breathing.I hadn't kissed anyone since Nicholas, and I never imagined the sparks igniting again without him.I jerked back, my face flushing as I strode to grab my phone from my bag. Damon exhaled heavily, his jaw tightening. The look in his eyes grew dark as he pressed on his lips. “Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing at the screen. It was my assistant, Rose. “It's fine,” Damon murmured, stepping back, but his gaze lingered on me as he rubbed his hair. I answered the call, managing to balance my breath. “Yes, Rose?”“Ma'am, your stepmother is here at the company,” Rose's voice came out with tension. “She's causing a scene and demanding access to the family account. We can't handle her.”My stepmother was at it again. I closed my eyes briefly and said through gritted
Kiara's PovI stared at my reflection in the mirror, forcing a smile. It was my birthday, but it didn't feel like it. I had picked a simple dress, nothing special, and put on a bit of makeup. I picked up my phone again, staring at the screen. No messages. Nothing from Damon. Had he forgotten about me?It had been weeks since he left for Singapore to take care of business as usual. He promised he'd call me when he landed, but he hadn't. Not even a single text. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I shouldn't care. I had my work to focus on. I had been so busy these past weeks that I didn't even have time to feel sorry for myself. My position as the CEO of my dad's empire wasn't much of an easy task, but over the past three years, Damon has been my support. I couldn't rely on anyone, not even my step-siblings. They were always trying to get on my nerves. Today was different. I couldn't help it. My heart ached a little. Every birthday reminded me of Nicholas, and the
Nicholas' POVIt was almost too good to believe. As we drove towards a house in Charleston, my stomach was churning. My fingers drummed against my knee, and my jaw tightened.Could this finally be it? Could I really be close to finding her?“Luca, you know… it's better we don't go than going there and not seeing my wife.” I shrugged, my hands tightening into fists. “I'm sure, sir.” Luca nodded through the rearview mirror. “I saw her face clearly. I wouldn't drag you out here if I wasn't certain.”My chest tightened. Was it really her? After all this time? I couldn't even imagine what I'd say if she opened the door. Would she slam it in my face?What if she'd moved on… what if some other man was in there with her? I couldn't even let myself think about that. “Kiara,” I murmured under my breath, rubbing my temples. “Please. Just one more chance…”Luca parked in front of a large, stylish house. I looked out, heartbeat pounding in my ears. The place looked perfect for her- quiet, beau
THREE YEARS LATER Nicholas' povI stared at the dress hanging in my closet, the only reminder I had left of her. I had wanted to throw it out with her other things, but something stopped me. Now, whenever I looked at it, a mix of regret and anger filled my chest. I had thrown away something priceless, something I never deserved. I had everything I could ever want, fleets of cars, estates, wealth beyond measure. And yet, none of it filled the emptiness she left behind. How could I have been so cruel? How could I have divorced her for Sarah?Kiara was pure, like an angel. She was always there for me, despite how coldly I treated her. I didn't deserve her forgiveness, but I'd do anything to hold her again. “I miss you every day, Kiara,” I whispered, pulling her dress close, hoping to catch a faint trace of her scent. It was almost gone, but I could still imagine it calming me. Her hazel eyes used to meet mine with warmth and understanding. Her hair, always tied back, spilled down he