Micah’s POV Blood drips from my hand and on the floor until there are droplets of red everywhere. I take my hands and rub them over my face as more worry takes over me and the blood paints my face crimson. The next few hours blur into each other as I reel from a state of madness and devastation. I
I see the shock on her face as she tries to resist the command but then her lips move out of her own volition. “I don’t know where she has gone but she left because she doesn’t love you anymore.” Her words are like a bullet to my chest and they make me physically falter. I take a step back as if I
Three Years Later: Fiona’s POV The sun filters through the leaves, casting a dappled glow on the grass beneath my feet. The air is filled with laughter and the distant sounds of children playing. Micah's warm hand is intertwined with mine, as we walk together through the park, the world around us
“Prince Micah, your reputation for brutal business tactics often centers around your aggressive approach to acquisitions. Can you shed some light on your strategy in this area?” The interviewer asks him. It’s clear from her body language that she is impressed by him as she constantly fixes her hair
Micah’s POV I take a swig of vodka straight from the flask I carry and rest my head against the backseat. It has been a long day in Riviera and the vein in my forehead jumps when I think about how poorly the regional branch for Lycan Corporation is being managed here. It has taken a lot of restrai
But, an addict cannot quit if the drug is gone. He will just go look for it someplace else. So, I dropped all my meetings for the day, canceled everything, and put life on halt as I rushed to Riviera. The startup had a small booth in one of the convention centers and was scheduled to demonstrate th
High profile actors, singers, models and other businessmen appear to have gathered together to test out the newest collection. It seems like Mistyca has done more for itself than I had previously thought. As I quietly survey my surroundings, nursing a glass of whiskey, some woman comes to stand be
Micah’s POV The moment I agree to help her, the child gives me a brilliant smile. I tilt my head to the side as I look at her. There is something so familiar about the way she smiles that it strikes me as odd. I shake my head and look around, trying to find any panicking woman looking for her child