Fiona’s POVWhen I arrive at work the next day, there's an electric buzz in the air. Everyone's chatting, heads bent close together, voices low but animated. I catch snippets of conversation as I make my way to my desk, feeling curious.“Do you think she’ll really leave?” I hear someone whisper.“Sh
She looks at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Fiona,” she repeats, as if testing the name. “I see.”There’s a brief, uncomfortable silence.“I’m looking forward to contributing to the team’s projects,” I add, hoping to make a good impression.Patricia glances at me indifferently.“You’re
Fiona’s POVA few days pass and we all settle into a sort of routine. A routine that mostly comprises of me trying to get Patricia’s nod of approval and her casually dismissing me any chance she gets.I am almost reaching the height of frustration, when, one day Patricia calls for an urgent meeting
Fiona’s POVFor a moment, I just sit there, stunned.My mind races with the possibilities as I clutch the document in my hands.Could Patricia really mean what I think she did …Without thinking, I jump up and run after her. I catch sight of her entering the lift and frantically press the button, ju
Richards looks at me, sadness glittering in his wise eyes but when he speaks, his voice is firm. “No Fiona. No matter what, I can’t give Jeremy that formula.”I take a deep breath, trying not to cry.“B-but,” I plead, my worry for him making my voice tremble. “I’m scared for you. I can’t bear the t
Third POVJeremy sits at his desk, the phone in his hand feeling heavier with each passing second. His newly acquired office that he wrangled from Fiona’s father should provide him with a sense of power and control.Instead, it's a cage, each call from the public relations department tightening the
"Hey, how's it going?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe."Hey," I reply, taking a moment to just look at him."It's going... It's just hard to nail down everything."He walks over and sits beside me, glancing at the array of ingredients and sketches on my desk."Want to talk about it?" He ask
Fiona’s POVI blow out a deep breath as I take in Ryan Sterling’s office. It’s a sleek and polished room decorated with expensive furniture and portraits of Ryan’s face. To the side, is another room, with its door closed.Ryan sits on a deep red chair with his feet on top of the desk before him. He
I lean into him, my heart full. "Yes, it is," I say softly. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."____________________After the wedding ceremony, Micah and I finally return home. Immediately, Micah sweeps me in his arms on the first step and I let out a surprised squeal.He simp
Fiona’s POVThe Lycan King's eyes blaze with fury as Micah steps forward, standing tall in front of me and protecting me from the eyes of everyone in the room."Micah, how dare you still want to marry this... this evil girl? Do you not care about what she did to Rowena?" the King demands, his voice
Unsure of what to do, I move to help Rowena when the door to the bridal room bursts open.Micah strides in, his eyes narrow at the sight before him. Behind him, the Lycan King and Queen enter, followed by Jeremy and Leah. The tension in the room spikes instantly."What is all this commotion?" the Ki
Fiona’s POVI move to pick up the almost empty coffee cup, next to me but my hand twitches and it suddenly shatters in my hands. Shocked by my own strength, I stare at the broken pieces.Ever since Micah and I marked each other, it’s like I’ve been changing. Somehow, my senses have gotten sharper. I
He arches an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “Louder.”“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time, but still shaky. He gives me another teasing stroke, and I can’t help but moan.“Louder, Fiona. I need to hear you,” he says, his voice a mix of demand and dark promise. He brushes his thumb over
Fiona’s POVMicah doesn’t release me as we walk inside. The power is out because of the heavy rain, and shadows are everywhere, making the house feel eerie. The only sounds are the distant rumble of thunder and our soft footsteps on the hardwood floor."Micah?" I ask, my voice small and nervous in t
“I’ll fix it. I promise you. I’ll be good to you. I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. I was a stupid fucking asshole for not realising this before but I love you. God, I love you so much. I feel empty without you. So, please. Just please, give me another chance. Forgive me, please.”Despite everything
Fiona’s POVIt's late when I return home that night. Micah had a late day at work, so I spent time with Antonia before heading back. By the time I reach my house, the sky has turned a menacing shade of charcoal, and the air is thick with the promise of a thunderstorm.The first heavy drops splatter
“Maybe, you were always cautious in your ways, Jeremy but I am sure the same can’t be said about Aunt Emma and her son. Starting there will probably be a good trail that will help expose your crimes.” I continue, watching as he becomes more and more agitated.“How - how did you know?” He finally ask