Kelvin's P.O.V The instant her eyes locked onto mine, a shiver shot down my spine, and I stood rooted to the spot in the middle of the road. It felt as if time itself had frozen. My heart, I swear, seemed to halt, and a wave of goosebumps washed over my skin with an intensity that felt almost painful. A lump lodged in my throat, leaving me speechless, incapable of uttering a single word to the person standing before me. Bright, striking green eyes stared back at me—eyes I hadn't gazed into for an entire five years. Eyes that I had both passionately loved and vehemently resented. Her face, her lips, they were the same, virtually unchanged except for her once strawberry blonde hair, which had turned jet black for some enigmatic reason. Even all that transformation couldn't erode the indelible memory I carried of her, a memory that had haunted me relentlessly over the past five years. I recognized her immediately. No matter how vigorously I attempted to blot it out, I could neve
Anika's P.O.V Time came to a standstill. I didn't budge, not even as raindrops began to plummet and then intensified, assaulting my bare skin with stinging force. Cold enveloped me, seeping into my bones, and prompting shivers. There I stood, drenched in the middle of the road. Though I knew I should hurry home before catching a cold, a part of me seemed to welcome the discomfort, as if I were punishing myself. He had walked away, instructing me to keep my distance. Did he loathe me that intensely? I was well aware of the mistakes I'd made in the past, but my remorse remained unceasing, a burden I bear to this day. I felt the warmth of tears trickling down my cheeks, a stark reminder that I was crying. At the very least, he could acknowledge my greetings. Perhaps I earned this treatment; I inflicted deep hurt upon him, and now he held an overwhelming disdain for me, despite the passage of five years. I couldn't fathom why, but the pain was agonizing. My heart quivered, more tears
Kelvin's P.O.V I was roused from sleep by a gentle tap on my back. My weak and tired eyes opened gradually as I sat upright, an action that I promptly regretted due to the merciless pounding in my head. "Fuck," I muttered, wincing as I instinctively cradled my throbbing temples. "That's the price you pay for indulging in excessive drinking. You'd better hurry and get ready. We can't afford to delay ADOWNS Limited any further. We've already given them our word this time," a voice chimed in, familiar yet distant through the haze of my discomfort. I raised my gaze to find my best friend and secretary, Owen, sipping his tea while already dressed. 'How did I end up like this?' I pondered, my thoughts struggling to piece together the previous night's events before the memories rushed back. Five long years had elapsed before our paths crossed again. Why had I agreed to that fateful walk? In all honesty, I had anticipated our encounter due to my involvement in brokering the partnershi
Anika's P.O.V With a groan, I surveyed the cup, realizing just one scoop of ice cream remained. I devoured that final spoonful and placed the cup on the floor, along with the remnants of the other junk I'd consumed. My comfort food had run out, and I had nothing left to stave off my tears. "I can't stand you, Jordan," I muttered to myself. "Why won't you ever listen? Have I hurt you so deeply? I was planning to apologize, even though I knew it wouldn't be enough. Why won't you just give me a chance to explain?" I spoke to myself, my voice laced with emotion as my eyes welled up in tears. The pain was immense. He wasn't the sole sufferer; he needed to grasp that. I had been willing to kneel and plead for his forgiveness. I needed that apology more than he could comprehend, but he drove me away. He ordered me to leave, not even entertaining my words. How evil has he turned out to be? He wasn't the Kelvin I knew. "I despise you, Kelvin, I hate you so much and I never want to see
Anika's P.O.V Why do these chance meetings keep happening? We always seem to run into each other unexpectedly, and it's becoming eerie. The expression on his face clearly shows his annoyance at the stain on his white T-shirt. "Ooh my goodness, I'm genuinely sorry," I apologized, retrieving a handkerchief from my purse slung over my shoulder, attempting to clean his shirt. He grabbed my wrist, forcefully pushing my hand away. "Don't touch me. Are you blind? Seriously, why do you constantly find ways to irritate me? Look at what you've done now. Do you even realize how expensive this shirt is?" His anger was palpable. His words felt like a dagger in my heart as if he was addressing a stranger. The pain was excruciating, but I held back my tears. "I already said I'm sorry," I retorted, my patience wearing thin. "Like an apology can magically restore the shirt you just ruined. You must have a special talent for ruining things," he snapped in frustration. That was the last straw. I
Anika's P.O.V "Are you ready?" I asked Nana as we entered the airport. "Not really," she replied, her red eyes revealing she had shed tears. "Nana, please don't cry," I implored, embracing her gently. "You're always the one urging us not to cry, yet here you are," I teased softly. "I understand, but you're still my baby, still young. I don't want to leave. Maybe I should just stay with you guys because..." "Nana, we'll manage fine, I promise," I reassured, tightening the hug. Today marked her departure, and she had spent the entire morning in tears, torn between staying and leaving. Kylie had bid her farewells earlier, heading off to school. “I'll miss you greatly. You've been more of a mother to me than my biological mother, even though our time together was short. Take care, remember to call me daily, and I'll visit you every holiday,” Kylie had shared before departing. I knew Nana would be more emotional than I, considering her biological mother's struggles with addiction.
Anika's P.O.V With a groan, I surveyed the cup, realizing just one scoop of ice cream remained. I devoured that final spoonful and placed the cup on the floor, along with the remnants of the other junk I'd consumed. My comfort food had run out, and I had nothing left to stave off my tears. "I can't stand you, Jordan," I muttered to myself. "Why won't you ever listen? Have I hurt you so deeply? I was planning to apologize, even though I knew it wouldn't be enough. Why won't you just give me a chance to explain?" I spoke to myself, my voice laced with emotion as my eyes welled up in tears. The pain was immense. He wasn't the sole sufferer; he needed to grasp that. I had been willing to kneel and plead for his forgiveness. I needed that apology more than he could comprehend, but he drove me away. He ordered me to leave, not even entertaining my words. How evil has he turned out to be? He wasn't the Kelvin I knew. "I despise you, Kelvin, I hate you so much and I never want to see
Anika's P.O.V The door swung open, revealing Kelvin's head as he peered out. Surprise flickered across his face momentarily, quickly replaced by an exasperated sigh. He emerged fully, and oh boy... he was shirtless once again. Why did he always have to be shirtless whenever I visited? He seemed freshly showered, with damp hair droplets trailing down his appealing abs. I need to focus on why I'm here, not get lost in thoughts like that. He slid his hands into his sweatpants pockets. "What do you want?" His tone was chilly, mirroring his expression. "I-I..." I began, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Kelvin. I apologize for everything," I stammered, my eyes moistening. Why must I always be so emotional? Why does every little thing make me cry? It's becoming frustrating. "As I mentioned earlier, there's no need to apologize. There's nothing to be sorry about. Please, just go. I was doing something important before you interrupted me," he spoke, his tone softer this time. "Kel—"
Anika's P.O.V I exited my car and made my way to the restaurant where Kelvin had asked me to meet him. It was the same place where we had our first date, although it had changed significantly. The restaurant had grown larger, more spacious, and more beautiful than I remembered, but the name and location helped me recognize it. It struck me as somewhat strange that Kelvin had chosen this particular spot. We had been on numerous dates over the past three months, yet he had never brought me here before. I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen it for this occasion. Upon entering, I greeted the waitress with a simple "Birtch." She nodded and guided me to the same table where Kelvin and I had shared our first date. This place now held special memories for me, and I will cherish them forever. Our table was positioned in the middle of the restaurant, offering a lovely view of the city's night sky and the glowing street lights outside. As I approached the table, Kelvin stood up to
Anika's P.O.V I was happy and excited about following my heart and pursuing what I truly desired. But, to be honest, I was also deeply scared. I feared how Kelvin would react when I revealed everything – my feelings, and the fact that I was carrying his child. He patiently waited for me, for nearly six years, hoping that I would eventually return his love. He did everything within his power to make me happy. He became my source of solace during my darkest hours. He risked his life for mine, shielding me from Richard's threat. He detested seeing me in tears and always went above and beyond to bring a smile to my face. I was blinded by my fear of love, unable to recognize that Kelvin's love for me was unwavering. I used to think all men were unfaithful, given the pain my exes had caused me. But everything changed when I met Kelvin. I can vividly recall our first encounter at my office, during the interview process. At first, I was captivated by his handsomeness, but I quickly d
Anika's P.O.V A week had passed since everything happened. Cherry had finally returned to her country, clearing up the rumors about her and Kelvin, stating that they were just friends and business partners with nothing more, emphasizing that they wouldn't become a couple since there was someone else in both of their lives. It had caused quite a stir among their fans, and I knew this because I had been stalking her on social media, as well as Kelvin. Since our encounter at the event, I hadn't seen or spoken to Kelvin. I sighed as I glanced at the calendar on my phone. Today was the day he had given me to decide what he meant to me, or else he would leave. The truth was, I didn't know the answer. Ever since that event, I hadn't been myself, and we hadn't exchanged a word. It was tearing me apart. I couldn't bring myself to accept that I loved him, even though deep down, I had known it for the past five years. Discovering that truth had blindsided me. Kelvin had sent me a message
Anika's P.O.V I stared at my reflection in awe as the makeup artist put the finishing touches on my look. Had I described myself as looking "hot" earlier? If I did, then I needed a new word to describe how I looked right now. It was what I had been talking about; I always knew I was beautiful. So, what on earth did Jordan see in Cherry, or whatever her name was? "Wow, you look stunning. Can I take your picture and post it on my I*******m?" a makeup artist asked, and I nodded. "Of course," I posed for a few photos, and I could see the smile on her face as she uploaded the picture to her social media. "Are you ready now... woah. Is that an angel or what?" Kathy exclaimed when she saw me. I chuckled. "You wound me, Kathy. I'm way hotter than an angel, so you better correct yourself," I playfully scolded her, using her last name. "Okay, Your Majesty, is that someone hotter than an angel or what?" She replied, bowing. I laughed. "Thanks for the compliment. Can we get going now?" I a
Anika's P.O.V "Anika! Look!" I snapped out of my thoughts when Kathy barged in, shoving her iPad practically in my face. "What?" I asked, and she gestured toward the tablet. "Check out what the article says inside," she suggested, and I reluctantly complied. I felt a wave of nausea as I came across the headline and the picture within. It was Kelvin, his arms wrapped around some woman as they exited a hotel. He looked genuinely happy around her, even smiling at the camera. The woman was undeniably attractive, but in that moment, all I wanted was to see her radiant smile turn to sadness because she was clinging to Kelvin's arm like he was her boyfriend. My fury intensified when I read the headline: "Did the town's most handsome and eligible bachelor have a one-night stand with last year's Miss Beauty and a Victoria's Secret model?" accompanied by two wide-eyed emojis. I pushed the tablet away from my face, seething with anger. How dare he do this after taking me on a date and
Anika's P.O.V I closed my eyes and sighed, tightly clutching my pillow. Why was I feeling this way? I should be happy that he was leaving. I mean, I wanted him to leave, so why was I sad about him leaving? I remembered the look he gave me after our kiss. It felt like we would never see each other again, and I felt heartbroken. I was surprised that I kissed him back. It was as if I was already used to him. During that kiss, I felt a spark inside me, and my heart raced so fast, it felt like it might explode. I was so confused about my feelings, and it was incredibly frustrating. He was leaving the next day, and I might never see him again. I felt devastated when he left five years ago, and now that I finally saw him again, it turned out he was leaving soon. I didn't know what to do anymore; I didn't understand myself. *** My eyes fluttered open as the sun's rays slowly invaded my room, earning a groan from me. Why does morning have to come so soon? Couldn't the hours be a bit
Anika's P.O.V "So, what can I get you?" the irritating manager inquired, although it seemed like she was directing the question solely to Kelvin. She flashed him that annoying smile, oozing with fake charm. "I'd rather not deal with you. Have someone else attend to us," I retorted, not hiding my displeasure. The woman's gaze turned to me, her brows knitting into a frown. "With all due respect, ma'am, I'm here to assist, whether you like it or not. It's not your call to decide who serves you. You should consider yourself fortunate to be in a place like this," she spat back, surprising me with her audacity. I hadn't anticipated her responding so rudely. "Just because I didn't react when you insulted me earlier doesn't mean I'm unintelligent. Why am I being treated this way? Is this how you treat all your customers?" I seethed, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "No, just the less privileged ones," she sneered, her smirk infuriating. "How dare you? Do you have any idea who I a
Anika's P.O.V I gazed at him for a moment before bursting into laughter in my seat. He regarded me with a bemused expression, but I couldn't have cared less. Was he asking me out on a date? Seriously? I thought he intended to fight for me, not to confess crazy things. After Kelvin gave me an odd look for a while, I gradually composed myself and wiped away the tears caused by my hearty laughter. He must be wondering why I found it amusing that he was inviting me on a date. I mean, he hadn't stopped giving me that "you're being silly" look. "So, is that a yes?" he asked with a grin. "No," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Alright then, I'll just keep coming here for no reason." "No!" I exclaimed, and he couldn't help but smirk. "So, you agree?" he grinned. I let out a sigh. It's either I reluctantly agree to this silly date with him or endure his constant pestering and teasing about that night. His presence was a distraction that made it hard for me to focus. "Fine," I said, rolli
Anika's P.O.V I sank onto the couch, my hands covering my face as I stifled the urge to let tears escape. I refuse to cry over Kelvin anymore. Who does he think he is, toying with my emotions as if I'm some sort of plaything? I had never understood him since he returned after disappearing for five years. He used to act as if he hated me, avoiding me at all costs. I even begged him at one point, but he slammed the door in my face. And now he was attempting to mend things between us when I had long lost interest in anything to do with him. He was beyond belief. He even claimed he's staying to fight for our love. Right... He was delusional. Maybe he was still intoxicated from last night, the alcohol lingering in his system, clouding his judgment. *** Day one (1) "Mr. Jordan is in your office, he arrived before I did," Kathy rushed to inform me as soon as I entered the company. I halted in my steps and faced her, taken aback. "Why is he here?" I questioned, surprised. "I'm not s