KIAN’S POVAs I walked downstairs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I knew exactly what this meeting was about, and I was not looking forward to it. My mother, Martha, was standing in the living room, a stern expression on her face. Mira, was also present, looking so comfortable."What's this meeting for?" I asked gruffly, trying to hide my annoyance.Martha cleared her throat before speaking. "Kian, we need to talk about your upcoming wedding. Mira and I have been discussing the details, and there are a few things that need to be addressed."I sighed inwardly, knowing that this was going to be a long and stressful conversation. I had been dreading this talk for weeks, and now that it was finally here, I just wanted to get it over with."Can we just get on with it?" I asked, trying to hide my frustration.Martha looked taken aback by my tone, but she continued nonetheless. "Kian, your wedding is just a few weeks away, and there are still many things that need to
As I walked into the painting shop, I was immediately struck by the vibrant colors and eclectic atmosphere. The smell of paint and turpentine filled the air, and I could hear the sound of brushes stroking canvas in the background. I had always loved art, and I was excited to explore this new shop.I browsed the aisles, taking in the various paintings and sculptures on display. There were abstract pieces, landscapes, and portraits, each one unique and beautiful in its own way. I stopped in front of a particularly striking painting, a vibrant depiction of a sunset over a bustling city.As I gazed at the painting, I noticed a figure standing behind the counter, watching me with a curious expression it was julian.As I turned to face Julian, I couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face. "You love paintings," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm."Yes, may I ask what brings you here?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.Julian walked closer to me, his shoes echoing off the wal
VIVIANAs I lay on the couch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion wash over me. The events of the day had taken a toll on me, and all I wanted to do was relax and unwind. I had just started to drift off to sleep when my phone rang, shrill and insistent.I hesitated for a moment, wondering who could be calling me at this hour. And then I saw Kian's name flash on the screen. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered why Kian would be calling me. We hadn't spoken in weeks, and I had assumed that he was busy with his own life.But as I picked up the phone, I was surprised to hear a barman's voice on the other end. "Hello, is this Vivian?" he asked, his voice gruff and unfamiliar."Yes, it is," I replied, my confusion growing. "Who is this?""This is Joe from the Red Lion Bar," he said. "I have Kian here with me. He's in a bit of a state, and I think you should come down here and talk to him."My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. Kian was at a bar, and he was in a
VIVIAN AND KIAN’S POVAs Kian emerged from the bathroom, he looked refreshed and rejuvenated. "Are you good now?" I asked, noticing the change in his demeanor."Yeah, very much good," he replied, flashing a smile.I smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I should take my leave now," I said, gesturing towards the door.But just as I was about to turn and leave, Kian suddenly touched his head and winced. "I am feeling a headache," he said, his face contorted in a grimace.I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. I knew Kian well enough to recognize when he was faking it. And this was definitely one of those times."Really?" I asked, my tone laced with doubt.Kian nodded vigorously, trying to convince me. "Yeah, it's a really bad one. I think I need to lie down."I sighed, shaking my head. "Kian, you're not fooling anyone with that act," I said, my voice firm but gentle.Kian looked up at me, his eyes sheepish. "What act?" he asked, trying to feign innocence.I chuckled. "Don't pla
VIVIAN AND KIANAs I ended the call, Kian smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I wondered why he did that, but before I could ask, he spoke up."Where did you get that information from?" he asked, his voice slow, sexy, and deep.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I replied, "I went to ask the bar man, he said you are a regular here and you are a good man."Kian smirked and placed his head on my shoulders, his hair tickling my skin. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards him, like he needed to be patted and cared for.As we sat there in silence, Kian's breathing slowed, and he fell asleep on my shoulders. I couldn't wake him up, no matter how hard I tried.I was left sitting there, feeling a mix of emotions. I was concerned about Kian, but at the same time, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.As I slowly stood up beside him, I laid him down perfectly, and he suddenly dragged my hand, not wanting to let me go. "Don't go," he said, his voice low and husky. I reassured h
VIVIAN POVAs I felt some relief wash over me, my expression suddenly changed. "Kian," I spoke up, my voice filled with curiosity. He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine. "Kian, what's your plan? I mean, everything. How are you going to handle this situation?" I asked, my eyes searching for answers.Kian leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'm not getting married to Mira," he said, his voice firm. "I will face whatever comes next, but I need to know the truth about the baby. I told them to let her give birth, but a DNA test must be done before anything else happens."I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. "What if the baby is yours?" I asked, the question hanging in the air.Kian's gaze faltered, and he looked away, unable to answer. The question was too much for him to handle.Just then, my phone vibrated, and Kian's phone vibrated too. "What's that?" I asked, walking towards where I had dropped my phone. We both held it, our eyes scanning the s
VIVIAN’S POVIt was a very cold morning, I should start the day with a warm tea, I checked my phone and saw Kian’s text, I smiled and opened the windows wider.I walked downstairs so I could do the neccessary chores.I heard the door bell ring and I hurried to open it, it could be my father, as I opened it I saw Martha."I won't be able to open the door wide because you aren't Welcome here" I saidShe smiled"Do not see Kian again" she warned"You dont have to warn me, talk to Kian not me , I am not the problem here" I replied.Martha's smile grew wider, and she took a step closer to me. "but I feel like you are the main problem here, have some manners will you? Kian is going to be a father soon cant you just let him be? ," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You're the one who's been manipulating Kian, turning him against his own family."I rolled my eyes, feeling a sense of frustration. "That's not true, and you know it," I said. "Kian is an adult, and he can make his own dec
VIVIAN AND KIAN"It's already past 10," I said, glancing at my wristwatch.Kian nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can take you home," he said, his voice low and husky.I waved my hand, rejecting his offer. "No, it's okay," I said, trying to sound casual. "i came here with my car."Kian raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Are you sure you can drive alone tonight?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.I nodded, feeling a sense of independence wash over me. "Yes, I'm positive, I can." I said, trying to sound firm.Kian sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "Okay, let me walk you out then," he said, his voice soft and silent.I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Okay, thanks. Aren’t you also going home?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.As we walked out of there, Kian’s hand brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a sense of electricity between us, a sense of attraction that I couldn't ignore.We stood outside the building