Kiara:Day six is me waking up to Zane tugging my hands on the bed. At first, I do not want to stand up, but his incessant bugging gets me out of bed.“It’s the sixth day, and this will be over soon. We will have our lives back, and you can live like my princess in my castle,” he says, planting a kiss on my forehead.A smile spreads across my lips as I force my eyes open.“So, tell me. What is it you want to do today?” he asks, and I yawn, throwing both arms in the air with my fists tight.“Why don’t we do something that you want to do?” I ask, and his cheeks light up with a smile as he inches close to me.I push his face away at once.“Zane!” I call out, and he shrugs. “That is not what I meant. Get your dirty thoughts away from me,” I add, then I roll to the end of the bed, pushing my feet off.I walk to the window and pull the curtains open, taking a deep breath.“Let’s take a bath,” I say to him, and he gets out of bed.We slide into our robes and take a quick bath, then we cozy u
Kiara:From the way this man speaks, I see that he isn’t tough, and what fuels his ego is the crowd around him. This makes me believe I can easily shake him down.A pool stick is given to me, and then an attendant arranges the balls on the table.“Wait,” I say before he blows the whistle, and my opponent raises a brow.“Yes? Do you want to back out now, because it isn’t too late?” he says, and I scoff.“Or are you scared that you will get your ass whooped by an actual woman who has a pussy?” I ask, and the crowd goes up with an “oooh!”He looks around, and I see he’s nervous. His fear stinks from a mile away.“We are giving you half a million, and you have nothing to give to us, so how is this a fair game?” I ask, and he chuckles.“Honey, I do not intend to make a stake because there is no way you are winning, so don’t be delusional.”He thinks the crowd will join in, but everywhere is silent, and everyone looks at him.“Sir, you’ll have to make a stake,” the attendant says. He opens
ZANE:Today is the day I have been dreading, but I know it will eventually come to pass. For the past week, I have tried to hold myself together in the best possible way. It is the worst feeling ever, but being with Kiara eases it. Yet today, I will have to make the most important move that will make or mar my life. While Kiara is in the shower preparing for her birthday dinner, I run my hands along the edges of the tiny piece of argentum bullet I recovered from the incident with Yusuf.“Is everything okay?” Kiara’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I quickly stuff the bullet in my pocket. Then I turn around to see her standing in a towel, her body still wet.Gosh, she is breathtaking. I wish there were a way to prolong what was about to happen, but this is fate.I know I have said it a million times today, but I cannot help myself; it is the only thing I can think of at the moment.“Happy birthday, baby,” I say, closing the space between us as I take her lips briefly.“Thank you,”
Zane:I feel a pang of pain flash through my chest as I watch her beautiful eyes shut. This is the second time I feel tears in my eyes, and it is all because of her. If someone had told me a day would come when I would love and care for someone more than I did for myself, I would call them a liar, but here I am on the brink of tears for this woman. With my hands gripping her tightly, I lift her in my arms, then I open the doors of the car, laying her gently in the back seat. I kiss her forehead. “As long as I am alive, no one will ever hurt you,” I say, then I slam the door shut, getting into the passenger seat. I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to get myself together before hitting the road. “You have to be a man and save the woman you love,” I say to myself as I turn on the ignition, then I grip the steering wheel hard, setting out on the road. Reaching for my pockets, I take out my phone, and I put a call across to Rufus. “I am on my way, and I hope everythin
THIRD PERSON POV:As soon as Boris gets the distress call, he makes an emergency drive to Zane’s residence. When he gets there, everywhere is awfully quiet, like someone has lost their lives. This scares him a bit, and he makes his way into the house at once, grabbing the collar of the first man he sees.“Where is my son?” he asks, panic lacing his tone.“He… he is in the sick bay,” the man stutters in fear, then Boris lets go of him.“Take me there now!” he demands, and the man nods, walking towards the stairs with Boris following behind.They make it to the second floor in no time, and he leads Boris down the hall until they reach the room where Zane is. He places a gentle knock on the door, and someone opens it. In the room, a doctor stands by Zane’s bed, checking his vitals.“You should be okay in a few days,” the doctor says, then Zane notices his father who is by the door. “I will take my leave now,” the doctor says, walking out with his bag.Boris walks as fast as he can toward
Kiara:When I open my eyes, I feel a sharp ache in my head, which makes me grab my forehead as I let out a loud groan. In that moment, the door to the room swings open, and I turn to see Rufus.“You are awake,” he says, and I stare at him, unsure of what is going on.The memories from the previous night flood in at once, causing me to crease my brows. Zane must have put something in my drink because that is the last time I remember being awake, but why would he drug me on my birthday? I question myself.Rufus walks into the room, opening the drawer in the table in front of me. This is when I realize I am in a strange room. It isn’t the hotel in Greece nor my room at home, but the middle of nowhere.“What the hell is going on, and where is Zane?”The surge that goes through my head when I raise my voice makes me regret speaking. Rufus doesn’t answer my question. Rather, he walks to me, handing me aspirin and a bottle of water.“Take it,” he says, and I glare at him with my brows crumpl
Kiara:My entire body feels weak the next time I am awake. I fight hard to keep my eyes closed, as I do not want to open them to Rufus’ annoying face. The only reason he was still breathing was because of Zane; he would have regretted what he did to me.“You know that I can feel you close to me,” I say aloud to Rufus, and he keeps mute. “Why did you shoot me with a tranquilizer? Knowing fully well that I can end your life?” I question, and he wastes time before he answers.“That is the only thing I could think of at the moment, because Mr. Malibu will kill me if you were to escape. I am sorry, Ma’am.”Even his apology sounds irritating, and his voice sounds off but I do not care.“You know I can still make him kill you with just the fact that you annoy me?”“Yes, ma’am,” he answers in a low tone, then I turn to the other side of the bed.“I can also kill you as fast as Zane can, if not faster, and if you do not let me go, then I might end up doing that.”I know I miss Zane so much bec
Zane:I know I have wronged her, and it will be difficult to get her to fully trust me, but it hurts every single time, knowing this love is one-sided.“Zane, wait.” I pause as she grabs my hand, then I turn around.She runs her hands into the hem of my shirt, feeling the scar from the bullets.“When did you get this?” she questions, and I watch her with my mouth struggling to voice a word. “Zane!” Her voice rises, and I watch her breathing increase.As I stare into her eyes, I see the fear buried within her, and she is right; I am bad for her because all I do is make her cry.“It’s nothing serious, and you do not have to bother…”“You do not tell me what to bother about and what not to bother about, Zane!” She grits her teeth, and then I grab her hand, but she yanks it away. “I am not some inanimate object that you…”Before she can finish her sentence, I press my lips against hers, taking the words off her mouth. She stops talking, and I feel her tears run down my face, causing me to
Kiara:After about thirty minutes to an hour, I’m dressed and ready for dinner. Zane walks into the room with a smile on his face, making his way over to me. He pauses, clasping his hands together as his gaze sweeps over me, warm and lingering.“I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful than you,” he murmurs,causing my face to flush a little before he leans in and kisses my cheek.He glances back at the couch where the bouquet lies. “You don’t like your flowers?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.I hold his gaze. I love the flowers—but I can’t shake the thought that the man who gave them to me is hiding too many secrets. If he isn’t being real with me, then how am I supposed to enjoy even the little things?“I’m famished, and I’ll spend time with the flowers when we get back,” I say, forcing a smile onto my face. “Shall we go?”He nods, taking my hand and leading me outside. Rufus stands by Zane’s car, and from where I stand, I glare at him. He quickly looks away. I don’t enjo
Zane:I turn around to see Mindy standing behind me. She still looks the same as the last time I saw her five years ago, but her hair is short, and she dyed it brown to match her eyes. My mouth falls ajar for a split second, and I quickly clear my throat, adjusting myself on the seat.“Zane!” she exclaims, opening her arms as her brown eyes gleam with the widest grin hanging on her face.Ignoring her invite for a hug, I put out a hand, taking hers in mine, and initiating a handshake, which is short. Her smile remains while my expression hardens.She takes a seat beside me, and I face my glass of martini, waiting for her to speak.“Since I heard you were in town, I have been trying to reach you. I’ve been coming to this restaurant, hoping to run into you, and thank goodness, I did.” When she says this, I sip from my glass.“I am aware, because my phone keeps buzzing.” Her expression tightens, but I do not care. This woman made my life hell, and she fueled my spirit of revenge so much t
Zane:“That is what I am telling the young lad. I enjoy seeing young people in love because it reminds me of the good old days. The adrenaline mixed with fear when you are about to make the move that will change your entire life.”For some reason, they think their words are encouraging, but they are only making me scared, and I am trying hard to push away the thoughts that are questioning why I am trying to buy a ring for Kiara. As they keep taunting me, I look down at the finely polished marble floor beneath. I try to hold down my feelings as I remember Kiara’s voice asking me to be more gentle with people.“Look around, young lad; pick something nice for your lady,” Jerome says, and I force a smile, looking around the store, which has cases lined with plush, dark velvet, showcasing a carefully curated collection of sparkling jewels. Ranging from diamond rings, necklaces, and bracelets that sit perfectly on the ring cushion.I walk around, staring at the rings, but none catches my at
Zane:I know Kiara is sad about me leaving tomorrow, but there is almost nothing I can do. All I owe her at this point is sorting out things with my father and finding a way to expand the business to other parts of the world, especially Efla. It is not surprising Kiara likes the town; it is serene, except that it has Mindy, but I do not care about that. If I knew she would come back to this town, then I might not have considered it, but I am here already, and Kiara loves the town. When I properly expand, Mindy cannot get into any of my properties, and she will not bother Kiara or me.I pull up to the spot where I am to meet with Theo, a real estate agent. Then I take out my phone to call him.“I am here, and...”“Up ahead, Mr. Malibu,” he says, then I raise my head, looking forward to see someone on a bike pedaling toward me. I shut off the call, then I wait for him to get to me.He gets down from his bike and parks it, then he walks up to me. I roll my window down, and he puts out hi
Kiara:In a moment, Zane and I both reach the peak of our pleasure. He pulls me up from his body, and I watch his release, his face clad in ecstasy. I take off his shirt, then I help him wipe off the mess from his body. He pulls up his pants, and I sit back on him—this time with my legs to the side. He leans in and takes my lips in his, and we remain with our lips on each other’s for a while.His phone rings, breaking the kiss. I help him take it out of his pocket, hoping it will be whoever has been disturbing him, but then I see it’s Rufus.“Rufus must have arrived,” I say to him, showing him the screen of his phone.By now, the rain has reduced, so we get to our feet, making it out of the pavilion. We walk down the clear path that one can only access on foot. Shortly, we make it out to the car park, where we see Rufus waiting in the car.Zane grabs my hand, speeding up our movement. When we get to the car, he opens the door for me. He gets in after me and shuts the door, then Rufus
Kiara:Zane grabs my hand and tries to pull me to him, but I yank my hands away, then I stand there, opening my palm and letting the rain hit my skin.“Kiara,” he calls out, and I glance at him with a smile on my face.“It is beautiful, and I want to stay,” I say, then I take his hands. “Come on.” I attempt to pull him to me, and he reluctantly comes closer.Zane stands there, watching me with an amused smile as I open my palm to the sky, allowing the raindrops to pour onto my skin. Each drop feels like a tiny kiss from nature, and I spread my hands out wide, giggling and twirling.The rain falls heavier, soaking my hair and dress, but I do not care.“Kiara,” he calls out, but I do not look at him. “We should find cover before we get drenched!” His tone is loud, but I do not want to leave just yet.With a smile, I shake my head, letting more raindrops collect in my hand.“Just a little longer,” I say.I haven’t been in the rain in a while, and this is the perfect relief for all my pro
Kiara’s POV:A few hours later, Zane is dressed, sitting on the bed in the room. I, on the other hand, find it difficult to pick out an outfit.“How is this?” I ask, holding up a mini floral gown.He gazes at me.“You know you are perfect in whatever you wear,” he says, and I sigh.“Not helping,” I say to him, then I find another black gown. “You are in black, so maybe I should put this on.” I say, and he gets to his feet, walking up to me.He grabs the purple floral gown from the couch, then closes in on me from behind, placing it against my chest as he peers into the mirror.“It complements your skin, and I love the flowers,” he says, and I peer at him through the mirror. “Put it on.” His tone comes off more like an order, in a way that I like.I turn around, facing him with my arms around his neck.“Is that an order, sir?” I tease, and his lips curve into a smile. “Who says ruthless men don’t blush?” I ask, and he hardens his expression, taking my hands off his neck.“I was only sm
Kiara:“We’ve spent the past few hours fighting, and it is making me hungry,” Zane says, and I tilt my head a bit on his chest, enough to look into his eyes. “We should go out to get something to eat,” he suggests, and I do not say a word.How can he bother about eating at this moment when our lives are in danger? If Boris wants me dead, and he disobeys him, then it is a two-way problem.“I do not think I want to see the city,” I say to him, then he stops playing with my hair. “I would prefer eating in if you do not mind. Rufus can get us some takeout, and we can eat in.”He is silent for a split second before he mutters an “okay.”Then he reaches out to the nightstand to get his phone. He grabs it.“What do you want to eat?” he asks, and I shrug, closing my eyes.“I will eat whatever you have; I just want to be with you,” I mutter.Then he places the call.“Get me some takeout. I want the spicy chicken pad Thai and spring rolls,” he says before ending the call.He places his phone ba
Zane:I know I have wronged her, and it will be difficult to get her to fully trust me, but it hurts every single time, knowing this love is one-sided.“Zane, wait.” I pause as she grabs my hand, then I turn around.She runs her hands into the hem of my shirt, feeling the scar from the bullets.“When did you get this?” she questions, and I watch her with my mouth struggling to voice a word. “Zane!” Her voice rises, and I watch her breathing increase.As I stare into her eyes, I see the fear buried within her, and she is right; I am bad for her because all I do is make her cry.“It’s nothing serious, and you do not have to bother…”“You do not tell me what to bother about and what not to bother about, Zane!” She grits her teeth, and then I grab her hand, but she yanks it away. “I am not some inanimate object that you…”Before she can finish her sentence, I press my lips against hers, taking the words off her mouth. She stops talking, and I feel her tears run down my face, causing me to