Han's Pov I met up with him today. His face was marked by a deep, ugly scar that made him look even more menacing. He wasted no time getting to the point. "If you want me to carry out what you asked, I need the money," he said, his voice cold and demanding. I felt a surge of panic. "I don’t have any money right now," I replied, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered. Without warning, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, cutting off my air. "Listen here," he snarled, tightening his hold, "if you don’t give me that money within the next three days, I’ll tell everyone how you killed your stepsister." Fear coursed through me, but anger flared up as well. I tried to push him away, gasping out, "Is it just me who killed her? We both did it! Don’t try to put all the blame on me!" He smirked, his grip still painfully tight around my neck. "You always think you’re so smart, don’t you? But here’s the thing—you’re not like me. I’ve been to prison before. I know how to get in
Ava's Pov We were sitting on the living room floor, Tommy proudly showing me the collection of leaves he’d gathered at the park. His little hands were busy sorting them by size and color, his face glowing with excitement. Each leaf had a story, and he was eager to share them all with me. “This one,” Tommy said, holding up a bright red leaf, “is the best one, Mama. I found it right by the big tree where the squirrels play. Do you think we can keep it forever?” I smiled at his enthusiasm, gently brushing my fingers over the leaf. “Of course we can, sweetheart. We’ll press it between some heavy books and make sure it stays just as beautiful as it is now.” Tommy’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands together. “Yay! I can’t wait to tell Papa when he comes back from his shower.” I nodded, but as I glanced up, my eyes caught the clock on the wall. My heart skipped a beat. It was almost two. “Tommy, I need to get ready for work,” I said, standing up quickly. I could see the slight dis
Ava's Pov I was exhausted after finishing my shift that evening, my feet aching from standing for hours. But there was a sense of satisfaction that came with clocking out as the night shift worker arrived to take over. I signed out and stepped through the front door of the restaurant, feeling the cool evening air wash over me. The city buzzed around me, the sounds of cars and distant conversations filling the air as I stood on the curb, waiting for a cab. I pulled my coat tighter around me, my thoughts drifting back to Richard and the argument we had earlier. His words still echoed in my mind, his controlling tone, the way he tried to dictate where I should work and who I should work for. Who does he think he is? The nerve of him to try and decide my life for me. Frustration bubbled up inside me, but I tried to push it down. This wasn’t the time to dwell on that. As I was lost in my thoughts, a sleek, black limousine suddenly pulled up in front of me, its tinted windows r
Han's Pov I was in the living room, flipping through a magazine, my mind elsewhere, when Richard called me to his study. His voice was icy, as always. I’d learned early on that he didn’t have feelings for me—he never had. I was just a pawn in his game, a tool to make his wife, Ava, jealous. But I’d hoped that, over time, I could change that. Now, as I made my way to his study, I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach. When I entered, Richard was sitting behind his desk, his expression unreadable. He didn’t even look up from the papers in front of him as I walked in. He simply gestured for me to sit. “Han,” he began, still not looking at me, “our arrangement is over.” The words hit me like a slap. I felt my heart drop, but I forced myself to stay composed. “What do you mean, over?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He finally looked up, his eyes cold. “I mean, you no longer need to pretend to be my girlfriend. This… arrangement has served its purpose, and it’s ti
Ava's Pov I arrived home later that evening, the limousine that had kidnapped me earlier to my father's house now dropping me off. I stepped out of the car and watched as it sped off before walking into Richard's house I was still seething from the morning’s confrontation with Richard. And the entire ride had given me too much time to think, and my anger had only simmered and grown. Though I understand that he was concerned about me but his choice of words this morning had seriously annoyed me. As I entered the house, I immediately noticed Richard sitting at the dining table, typing away on his laptop. The sight of him, so engrossed in his work, only made my blood boil further. How could he act so normal after everything that had happened this morning? I clenched my fists and decided to ignore him. Without a word, I started to walk towards the stairs. But just as I placed my foot on the first step, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and whirl me around. Before I could e
After Richard set me down on the bed, he moved to sit on the edge, reaching out to stroke my hair gently. I could feel his affection radiating through his touch, and it made my heart swell with warmth. But there was something I needed to tell him, something that had been on my mind since morning that I knew he would love to hear “Richard,” I began, my voice steady but soft. “I need to talk to you about something.” He turned to me, his expression attentive as he tilted his head slightly. “What is it?” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the conversation. “I’ve been thinking... I’m going to quit my job at the restaurant next month.” Richard’s eyes lit up with surprise, and then a slow smile spread across his face. “You are?” “Yes,” I nodded, feeling a sense of relief now that I’d finally said it. “And I want you to prepare a job for me at your company.” Richard’s smile grew even wider, and he couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes. “Really? You’re serious about
Han's Pov The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking me to the bone as I stood in the deserted alleyway. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the anger and frustration that was boiling inside me. I pushed my wet hair out of my face for what felt like the hundredth time, swiping at the water that stubbornly clung to my skin. Where is this idiot? I thought, my patience wearing thin. How long does it take to show up for a simple exchange? I coughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the quiet night. The rain muffled everything, making the world seem distant and blurred, but my irritation was sharp and clear. I glanced around, squinting through the downpour, trying to see if anyone was coming. But the alley remained empty, the only sound the incessant drumming of rain against the pavement. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I should have just let him rot in that damn jail.” I regretted my decision now. I couldn’t h
I woke up to the gentle warmth of Richard's arm wrapped around me. I smiled sleepily as I felt his lips brush against my temple, a tender gesture that made my heart flutter. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. He kissed me again, this time on the cheek, and then trailed his lips down to the corner of my mouth. “Morning,” I replied, leaning into his embrace. His kisses grew bolder, more insistent, and soon we were lost in a series of good morning kisses, each one more intense than the last. As we finally pulled away, he looked at me with a playful smirk. "So, aren’t you going to work today?" I shook my head, a small grin tugging at my lips. "Nope, I’m off today. No rushing out of bed this morning." His smirk widened, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Then how about we go to the park? Just the two of us?" I felt a spark of excitement at the idea. "That sounds nice," I agreed, already imagining a peaceful day in the sun with hi