RYAN'S POV Returning home earlier than scheduled after a hectic day at work with the aim to rest only to be welcomed by the news of your precious child in a dangerous situation, wasn't exactly what any parent would look forward to on a weekend. My eyes took in the scene of the kitchen immediately. From the look of things, Anita must have been playing chef with my children this time. It wasn't the first time I had seen her in the kitchen, however, it was the first time she'd be doing kitchen business with the children. But unfortunately, an accident must have occured. At the sight of Zara's face looking red from pain and tears, and her little palms slightly red _although it was being dipped in a bowl of ice_ my eyes twitched and my jaw clenched. Perhaps, Anita Richardson was taking her role too seriously and obviously needed a reminder that she was only a substitute. And 'that', for only a short time more... "It..it was an accident." She started to say, just as a flicker
RYAN'S POV Zara winced slightly as Dr Tim examined her hands and my jaw clenched with anger once again. I was told Caroline went out to see someone in a hurry but was on her way back to my manor on my order. I gave no second chances at all when it concerned the safety of my children. So of course, she'd be having a hell of a day today. Feeling the rage rise within me again, I knew I needed a distraction. Unintentionally, my gaze shifted from my daughter's hands to Anita's face only to catch her staring. On meeting my gaze, she held it for a few seconds more before returning those dreamy eyes back to Zara. Oh, damn! Why do I feel guilty all of a sudden because of a mere few seconds eye contact with her? Perhaps, I had been too harsh with her some moments ago. Do I have to apologize? "Thankfully, our little princess didn't get any blister or scar." Tim's words cut through my thoughts and I turned my gaze from Anita to him immediately. I noticed Zach's attention was h
ANITA'S POV Moments after Dr Tim left with Ryan, Zach and Zara were fast asleep as was their usual routine most weekends. They don't seem to joke with their siestas _good for them_ and I'd just finished tucking them in bed. Thank goodness Zara's bed was large enough to contain three to four kids her age because Zach hadn't been willing to leave her side ever since she got hurt _Such a sweet little man he is_ Closing Zara's door after me carefully, I walked down the hallway, a little past Zach's room before hurrying down the spiral stairway, into the enormous living area downstairs and then down another elegant hallway, past the storage before I finally arrived at the kitchen. I needed to take care of the mess I left behind after Zara's injury, and also to complete my cooking. All the way down, I'd hoped Ms. Renee hadn't asked a staff to clean up after me. I had just gotten to the kitchen and was about to walk in when I halted at the unexpected sight that greeted my
RYAN'S POV "I didn't learn to cook overnight, it was a necessity for us at the time. Because we had to learn how to survive by ourselves, my mother taught us..." Wait, what?! I was talking about my late mother to a total stranger who's also my wife! Well, substitute. I immediately caught myself quickly before I had slipped. What prompted me to feel so comfortable around Anita Richardson that I had unconsciously began to share such private detail about my childhood with her, wasn't something I could understand. In fact, everything in this present setting was wrong and totally out of our arrangements. However, not only had I cooked for her, now I was also...almost sharing a personal detail about myself with her. I mean, how did we get here?! My unexpected pause midway my sentence, made her seem even more curious. She had her attention hundred percent on me and I could see the obvious glimmer of surprise and expectation in her eyes. I smiled warmly at her as I dri
ANITA'S POV 'His home, his business...' This was my initial thought after my attempts of trying to make Ryan change his mind proved futile. However, a bigger part of me couldn't just sit still on his decision of firing the kitchen staff. Because I was there too. I knew what it meant to be helpless that's why I couldn't allow the staff to get cut off from her job. Most especially when it was my fault also... I mean, if I hadn't taken the kids to the kitchen, or if I had been more observant of them, then such an incident would never have occured. I lowered my now empty glass cup on the counter, suddenly feeling grateful for the existence of water. It was necessary I drank water to help myself stay calm. Afterwards, I turned back to Ryan with an infinite resolve, locking my eyes against his annoyingly enticing blue ones. To think that I mentally tagged him a 'gentleman' several minutes ago. Ha! I've never been more wrong. "You know what? If anyone's to be blamed and
ANITA'S POV "Thank you," I muttered to the waitress as she served my third glass of Pimm's cup. She was looking at me curiously and I had to stylishly adjust my huge dark sunglasses and pull the baggie hoodie over my head even more. I couldn't afford to let her discover my identity. I took a sip from my drink and impatiently glanced at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time. I needed to see this person and be out of here as soon as possible. I couldn't sit still, and he was running really late. Another episode with those god-damned reporters was certainly not a welcomed idea to me at the moment. This was the only café in the city I knew would be difficult for them to find me. It was unpopular even though it was located downtown and Kristen had insisted I could have a smooth meeting with Mr. Rivers here. He seemed like the only one who might be able to rescue my falling career and stop me from reaching rock bottom permanently. In Kristen's words; 'Ms. Richardson,
*Few days ago* RYAN'S POV I sighed as I stared at the divorce document on my desk once again. *Divorce agreement between Yun Blake and Ryan Rivers.* My fingers caressed the part of the paper where her name was, while her words to me few days ago after I had signed the documents, reoccurred to me. "Ryan, it's important I leave. But as you've pleaded, I would stay a little while until you've accomplished the task you must carry out as your father's son. Afterwards, I would leave." Yun had said to me. We were married for six years, she was only twenty one at that time, and her career as an actress had only just began. We'd met at a gala seven years ago, fallen in love and had gotten married one year after. However, our relationship and marriage had been a private one only known to our close friends and family, because Yun wanted it that way. Because she was married to me, Yun had given up a part of her dream just to be with me. She had gotten pregnant few months after w
*Few days ago.*RYAN'S POV "So you checked and she had really left by herself?" Milton, my friend asked, as he poured me another glass of beer. I was at his hotel, Atlantis Hotel, a five-star hotel in New York City. And we were in a private bar at the top floor. "Yes," I muttered groggily, downing the content of my glass. My attempts to meet up with Yun at the airport proved futile. Her flight had just took off the moment I had arrived. On my way to the airport, Jose had sent me the CCTV footage which proved that she indeed left our home on her own. With tears in my eyes, I had driven down to see my friend. I had to talk to someone or I might really lose my mind. And Milton was the one friend I could trust with any personal information about myself. "This is serious." He sighed. "What are you going to do now concerning the chairman's will?" "Mil, I really...I really don't know. I just want Yun back to me. I k-know I...I shouldn't hold her back against her wish. That's
ANITA'S POV 'His home, his business...' This was my initial thought after my attempts of trying to make Ryan change his mind proved futile. However, a bigger part of me couldn't just sit still on his decision of firing the kitchen staff. Because I was there too. I knew what it meant to be helpless that's why I couldn't allow the staff to get cut off from her job. Most especially when it was my fault also... I mean, if I hadn't taken the kids to the kitchen, or if I had been more observant of them, then such an incident would never have occured. I lowered my now empty glass cup on the counter, suddenly feeling grateful for the existence of water. It was necessary I drank water to help myself stay calm. Afterwards, I turned back to Ryan with an infinite resolve, locking my eyes against his annoyingly enticing blue ones. To think that I mentally tagged him a 'gentleman' several minutes ago. Ha! I've never been more wrong. "You know what? If anyone's to be blamed and
RYAN'S POV "I didn't learn to cook overnight, it was a necessity for us at the time. Because we had to learn how to survive by ourselves, my mother taught us..." Wait, what?! I was talking about my late mother to a total stranger who's also my wife! Well, substitute. I immediately caught myself quickly before I had slipped. What prompted me to feel so comfortable around Anita Richardson that I had unconsciously began to share such private detail about my childhood with her, wasn't something I could understand. In fact, everything in this present setting was wrong and totally out of our arrangements. However, not only had I cooked for her, now I was also...almost sharing a personal detail about myself with her. I mean, how did we get here?! My unexpected pause midway my sentence, made her seem even more curious. She had her attention hundred percent on me and I could see the obvious glimmer of surprise and expectation in her eyes. I smiled warmly at her as I dri
ANITA'S POV Moments after Dr Tim left with Ryan, Zach and Zara were fast asleep as was their usual routine most weekends. They don't seem to joke with their siestas _good for them_ and I'd just finished tucking them in bed. Thank goodness Zara's bed was large enough to contain three to four kids her age because Zach hadn't been willing to leave her side ever since she got hurt _Such a sweet little man he is_ Closing Zara's door after me carefully, I walked down the hallway, a little past Zach's room before hurrying down the spiral stairway, into the enormous living area downstairs and then down another elegant hallway, past the storage before I finally arrived at the kitchen. I needed to take care of the mess I left behind after Zara's injury, and also to complete my cooking. All the way down, I'd hoped Ms. Renee hadn't asked a staff to clean up after me. I had just gotten to the kitchen and was about to walk in when I halted at the unexpected sight that greeted my
RYAN'S POV Zara winced slightly as Dr Tim examined her hands and my jaw clenched with anger once again. I was told Caroline went out to see someone in a hurry but was on her way back to my manor on my order. I gave no second chances at all when it concerned the safety of my children. So of course, she'd be having a hell of a day today. Feeling the rage rise within me again, I knew I needed a distraction. Unintentionally, my gaze shifted from my daughter's hands to Anita's face only to catch her staring. On meeting my gaze, she held it for a few seconds more before returning those dreamy eyes back to Zara. Oh, damn! Why do I feel guilty all of a sudden because of a mere few seconds eye contact with her? Perhaps, I had been too harsh with her some moments ago. Do I have to apologize? "Thankfully, our little princess didn't get any blister or scar." Tim's words cut through my thoughts and I turned my gaze from Anita to him immediately. I noticed Zach's attention was h
RYAN'S POV Returning home earlier than scheduled after a hectic day at work with the aim to rest only to be welcomed by the news of your precious child in a dangerous situation, wasn't exactly what any parent would look forward to on a weekend. My eyes took in the scene of the kitchen immediately. From the look of things, Anita must have been playing chef with my children this time. It wasn't the first time I had seen her in the kitchen, however, it was the first time she'd be doing kitchen business with the children. But unfortunately, an accident must have occured. At the sight of Zara's face looking red from pain and tears, and her little palms slightly red _although it was being dipped in a bowl of ice_ my eyes twitched and my jaw clenched. Perhaps, Anita Richardson was taking her role too seriously and obviously needed a reminder that she was only a substitute. And 'that', for only a short time more... "It..it was an accident." She started to say, just as a flicker
ANITA'S POV It's been a few weeks since our visit to R Castle. During these weeks, I had kept on with my life as usual, but I was now balancing my schedules between modeling shoots, runways and being a mom and a wife to Ryan and his kids. I even attended school events of Zach's and Zara's that needed my attention with Ryan sometimes. And even played barbie princess, knight in shining armor, prince and whatever roles the kids wanted to take on during the weekend. And truthfully, I hadn't ever felt as happy and strangely fulfilled as I've been since I came into Ryan's family and met his children. These cuties were already healing a part of me they didn't hurt or even have an idea how it hurted or why it did. I knew now that I would be heartbroken when the time came for me to leave them and move on with my life. And strangely, a greater part of me dreaded that day. Aside from the night when I had returned from R Castle, I haven't experienced my usual nightmares again e
ANITA'S POV Ryan placed an arm around my waist as he led me back to the dinning room. The moment we arrived, all eyes turned on us. "Well, that took forever," Ryan's Uncle, Williams said, as he scooped soup from his bowl. "Perhaps they couldn't resist getting a quickie." Someone chirped and a few others coughed. "Ivan!" Jolie scolded again, "Don't you see there are kids here?" She added, finally paying some attention to the environment this time as she sent a warning glare at her brother. "What's a quickie?" Zara's innocent curiousity sent Aunt Maude and a few others coughing unnecessarily. Kaia leaned down and gently rubbed Zara's cheek. "Pay no attention to the adults, my sweetiepie. Here's your favorite cupcake just for you." I watched as Zara's eyes glistened with glee as Kaia handed her a piece of cherry flavored cupcake. Ryan's butleress, Renee Adams, had mentioned to me yesterday that Zara loves cherries and it was her favorite flavor as well. "And Benedic
ANITA'S POV If anyone asked me what the longest day of my life was, someone might expect me to mention this day. But no, it's not today. Today's dramas were nothing compared to what I had been through in the past. And although, I've long moved forward, the shackles of my past however continue to weigh me down in form of trauma and those goddamned nightmares. If only I had thoroughly ignored that silly Benedicta, I wouldn't have been so riled up that I had to go through yet another unwelcomed episode of my traumatic life. And now, out of nowhere, Ryan and I are kissing! And of all places, it had to be in the guest restroom of his family's freaking manor! To top the list, what we're currently doing was clearly out of our agreement. And it's not like we both don't know. So what the fuck are we doing? Because this wasn't an act. It couldn't be called that. One moment, he was consoling me, speaking words of encouragement to me I hadn't ever received from any man before,
RYAN'S POV Few minutes after Anita and my cousin, Benedicta, had left for the restroom, I had excused myself from the rest of the family, leaving Zach and Zara in Kaia's trusted care. Although I don't bet, but if i did, I would bet my favorite car that Benedicta had intentionally spilled her red wine on Anita's dress. The girl has always been a problem so I needed to go after them to make sure all went well, besides Anita needs me... Uhm, my jacket. However, I hadn't expected to hear Benedicta's loosed tongue spew so many fowl words at Anita when I got there and stood outside the door waiting. I was beside myself with rage as I listened to her talk. I hadn't really cared about her loosed tongue even when she had directed it at me several times in the past, but I knew from Kaia's endless tales how much of a nutcase the girl is. But now, all hell seemed to have let loosed as I listened to her cruel words. I'd seen her leaned in and whispered something in Anita's ear w