Naya's POVThe brown office table vibrates with a call on my phone.When I look at the phone and see that it is Rowan, a smile crosses my lips. My shipments have arrived.“Um… Mrs Yorke,” he utters in a polished baritone, “I don't want to believe it, but a delivery truck is standing right before my abode looking for a certain Mrs Naya Sinclair.”“It's mine,” I respond, my lips drawing into a smile. “Sorry I didn't inform you beforehand.”“No, no, no… It's fine,” he says. “I just wanted to be sure that it's my wife's and not someone else’s.”“Really? That's so sweet of you, Rowan,” I coo.“Sure.”“Uhm… Try to come over as soon as possible” he adds.“I will,” I promise. “I'll be there in an hour.”“Alright. See you then.”I round up the leave permit and email it to the boss. She didn't come to the office today, but I'm sure she'll get the email any time soon.I board a taxi to Rowan's place, but first, we stopped at my apartment and I packed a few corporate dresses. Om the way to Rowan'
Liam's POV My ringtone now feels like a nightmare whenever I hear it. I barely slept for two hours last night. And now, it's ringing again, piercing through my brain and driving me to the edge of insanity.Reilly Sinclair!I know it's her and no one else. It has already gotten beyond frustrating, but I'm holding myself back from unleashing my rage on her.I have no bloody idea where her sister has been for the past two days. I've searched, I've asked her friends… No single one has a bloody idea where she is.I'm not going to kill myself in the name of finding her. I can only hope that nothing bad happens to her cause I'm not done with her. We are not done with her.Tomorrow, the second phase of the Krishna Fashion Design Contest begins. The instructions are going to be emailed to the contestants tonight. Sophie told me that.I hop down from my bed and go straight to the floor. Twenty pushups and twenty sit-ups is my usual morning workout routine. But today, I'm pushing it up to thir
Naya's POV The event hall is huge, occupied with over two hundred participants and six judges standing on the stage.The giant door opens and I see Sophie walking in with her racks carried by one of the event attendants.She looks so nervous, but I don't give a damn what she looks like.She's seated two spaces away from me and I pray other contestants would come and fill up those spaces so I don't get to see even her shadow.Thirty minutes go buy before the door closes. “It's 10:30am on the dot,” one of the judges announces as the door closes. “Any contestant who hasn't entered the hall by now has been ruled out from the contest officially.”A cold chill runs down my spine at those words. They only add to my fear of how strict the judgement standards would be.When I got the email of instructions for the second phase of the contest, I didn't waste a second before going on my fabric hunt.I stayed up, sewing and undoing what I've sewn, styling and restyling my designs. Rowan even got
Naya's POVElsie can't stop jubilating and my eyes just can't stop shedding tears. I can't believe I did it. I got to the final stage of the competition. I'll pray under the moonlight tonight and thank the moon goddess for shining her light on me. I want to jump around everywhere and jubilate, but I know better than to celebrate two early. The competition is more than challenging, it's scary.I came to realise today that there were some people who scored ninety percent in the first phase. The two Osward sisters! Marie and Sharon. They've been fashion designers since birth. All through the second phase today, I never saw anxiety on their faces. It felt like they owned the whole contest.I wonder if I'd be able to lace their shoes in this contest.“Hey.” Someone taps me from behind and I turn to meet Marie.“Hey, you,” I let out nervously, managing a smile.She hugs me tight. “You're truly amazing.” She whispers. “You deserve your win.”“Thanks, Maddie,” I coo, stroking the back of
Naya's POV Ten missed calls from Liam. Two long-ass apology messages.But I've vowed I won't pick up his calls until the contest is over. So, everything he's doing now is totally in vain. And I swear by the moon goddess, if he tries to guilt trip me when I'm back, I'll make him regret ever knowing my name.Since coming to Rowan's place, I've made eight designs. I'm certain I'll make a lot of money when I post them online for sale.It's lunch time when I look at the clock. I've worked enough for the meantime. I need to take a break sometimes, like Rowan said, I'm not a machine.Strolling downstairs to grab my lunch, the aroma of mushroom stew penetrates my nose and I remember Reilly all of a sudden. Whoever is cooking today is doing a splendid job.I get to the kitchen. The door is wide open, but I don't see any cook in there. All I see is Henry and the nurse I saw the other day, kissing and groping each other roughly on the counter.“Whoa,” I suddenly let out and they quickly disenga
Liam's POV There's a message on my phone. The boss wants to see me in his mansion.Whenever he texts without calling, I instantly become worried. But first, I have to visit the hospital. Sophie's getting discharged this morning.Also…I turn over to my side on the massive hotel bed and glance at the beautiful brunette beside me.Fuck. The moon goddess blessed me with a beautiful mate. Her hair is soft, her breasts sumptuous and her hips super curvy.I wouldn't have known if I didn't bring her to the hotel and proceed to undress her from her baggy dress.Last night's sex was like none I've ever had. She's a demon in bed and I enjoyed every bit of the fun we had.But I don't want her. The days when I was all amped up about finding my own mate are bygone.My life is simple. I have a dream and a strong spirit that perceives what will be of benefit to me and what will be detrimental.She has to go.She's fast asleep now and it's the perfect time for me to leave.I leave a thousand dollar
Liam's POV “Say it to me on the night of my birthday. It's happening this weekend and you're the only person I'm personally inviting, Liam. Hope you won't fail me…”Those words ring in my head like a sweet melody. “I can never fail you, princess,” I assure her.She smiles faintly and her lips part like she was about to say something. However, what she does is to draw in a breath from her mouth and then exhale.“I look forward to you starting to call me by my name, Liam,” she utters softly.I return to the boss a few minutes later. He’s seated now, on a marble chair permanently fixed on the lawn. The smoke from his pipe is still flying into the air, taking various forms as it slowly vanishes.“I've spoken with the princess, my lord,” I report, trying my best to contain the excitement bubbling inside of me.“Alright,” he responds.I'm surprised he doesn't show any concern about what the conversation between me and his daughter was about, since it took over forty minutes before I retur
Naya's POVIt's Tuesday morning and a mail comes into my phone while I'm on the dining table. When I look it up and see that it's from the contest, my adrenaline is lit up.The finals has been fixed for Friday. Best thing to hear while having a breakfast of rice crispies soaked with thick milk.The instructions for the finals are written below the mail.The contestants are expected to come with nothing but their contestant ID cards and their personal ID cards. Also, the dressing for the day has to be a dress you personally made. I rush my breakfast like a starved puppy and hurry upstairs to choose the dress I will be wearing on the finals.Just as I reach the top of the stairs, the muffled ring of my phone's notification sound draws my attention to the tight back pocket of my jean trouser.I ignore it first. I'll check it out when I get into the room. Bubbling with excitement, I hurry up to the room and I begin to go through the dresses that I made.All of them look great in the mir