She is dressed in a striped hospital gown and I recall her soft flawless skin. I felt uneasy realizing that it could be marred by such a large scar, all because of me.“…Is it because you feel guilty?”“Shut up.” I snap. But I indeed feel guilty.Ignoring me, she continues, “If you feel guilty, you should treat me a little better. It’s good enough if you don’t throw me out for no good reason.”I freeze. I recall the day before when I leave her out. My anger was triggered only because of her.For as long as I can remember, there had been no woman like her who is audacious enough to speak to me like this.But now, as I look at her, I merely say, “Okay.”She raises her head in surprise. I didn’t say anything further. I sort out the prescribed medicines that the doctor has given and pour a glass of water for her.Seemingly, she does not feel that terrible now, and slowly the night falls. Zara felt a little dazed and on the verge of falling asleep. She narrows her eyes at me, “What are you
After half an hour's drive, I reach Monica’s house.I walk in to see her lying on the bed with half of her body exposed. She looked ill but she has makeup on her face. I blank out when she hums softly. “Kay, if you didn’t come, you wouldn’t have been able to see me anymore.”I walk over to her. “How did you fall ill? You were completely fine until yesterday.”“I don’t know. I only know that I cried the whole night and I couldn’t eat anything. I called the doctor over, but she didn’t know what was wrong. I thought I was dying.”How is she about to die? Zara was the one who almost died! It made me angry at how lightly she is using the words such as dying. “Monica, I didn’t go to your birthday party because something urgent cropped up on my end. It was a life-and-death situation. I had no time to spare on other matters which includes this very instance of you suddenly calling for me to come. I really shouldn’t have come at all.”How can she be so thoughtless?My words were probably harsh
Pov: ZaraAfter returning home, I felt much more comfortable. All the apparatus in the hospital actually dampened my mood. Especially after I found out how much money it costs per day to stay in the VIP ward, it made me more uncomfortable.Kayden focused on his work, as usual, the next day. When he left, I insisted on going to the filming site.Mr. Jones stopped me a lot but I was adamant. “I can’t. How many days has it been already? The production team won’t want me anymore if I don’t go.”With no choice, Mr. Jones had to let me go making me promise to take care of myself. But I’m pretty sure he sent people behind me in secret. I didn’t mind them as long as they don’t hinder me from doing what I want.The film site was bustling and the production staff was not troubled by my absence which I was grateful for. But seeing me in a wheelchair, they walked over to me concerned, “What happened, I saw your post on Instagram. You were hospitalized?”“There was a car accident. Luckily, only my
I was still sprawled on the bed when I hear Kayden come in.“Zara, why did you run off to film the series when you’re not fully recovered yet?”Oh, the nagging. Mr. Jones must have told him everything.Kayden comes forward and frowns. “Hey, can you be a little more careful when you lie down?”“Why must I be careful at my own home?” I say indolently. “My life would be redundant otherwise.”Kayden picks up the blanket from one side and covers me with it.I wriggle my waist. “What are you doing? It’s so hot.”Kayden turns his head away. “Even if you want to seduce me, at least do it with panties that can do the job.”I blank out at what he said. I was wearing a homely pair of casual shorts that were on the loose side. Underneath my panties were presently exposed.Blushing, I quickly pull my pants up and stand up. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before anyway.”Kayden smiles and comes slightly closer to my face. “So you are saying since I’ve seen it, I can see it whenever I want
After God knows how long, he still wasn’t here. I woke up from my nap but he’s nowhere in sight. It is already past midnight.A little worried, I wriggle myself into the wheelchair and make my way to his office, finding it’s still closed. I knock on the door, “Kayden, are you inside?”There was no answer, not even a sound. He’s so stubborn. But I get an idea as I look at my leg. “Kayden….my …. My leg hurts. Where’s the doctor?”I a moment, the door opens, revealing Kayden who has his eyes narrowed as he asses me. “Your leg hurts?”I quickly hold onto my thigh, “Yes, it suddenly started hurting really bad.”Kayden squats down in front of me. I was wearing shorts and the bandages were covering the wound on my thigh. It didn’t look like anything was wrong. But I have to carry out this lie now.He reaches out his hand and presses my thigh. “Does it hurt here?”“Yes, yes it does.”Kayden repeats the same near my inner thigh. “Here?”“Yes there.”“Does it really hurt?” he asks a little susp
Pov: KaydenAt the hospitalOf course, I knew she was lying. But what if she really is in pain? I didn’t want to take any chances. I took the fastest possible way to reach the hospital by my chopper.She looked dazed when I placed her on the seat and I assumed she is new to all this, so I helped her tie the belt where my hand slightly touched her waist and lower breast but I ignored it when she jerked back to reality.We reached the hospital in ten minutes as calculated and the doctor gave Zara a quick check-up. Everything is fine thankfully. She flashes me a toady smile, “You should sleep. It’s been hard on you.”I glare at her before sitting down. Even though she said she wanted to talk to me, I didn’t give her any response. I was still mad for some reason and this was getting to my head.But this woman as stubborn as ever, directly jumps down the bed without caring about her leg and hisses holding onto her thigh.I toss everything aside and run to her. I hold her up like a baby and
Pov: ZaraAlthough I don’t want to go, I’m still angry at how Hana provoked me on the phone call she made.“Linda’s engagement is this weekend. You can set aside some time to come, right?”My heart almost stopped when I heard that. They were formally getting engaged!My hand, which was holding the phone, trembled slightly. I don’t want to return home to see the faces of my so-called family members; neither do I want to see Noah marrying someone else. “Why do I need to go? It’s not like you guys ever considered me as family.”Hana snorted, “Why? Do you still have feelings for Noah? It’s all the more reason you should come. It’ll help you give up on him completely.”“I can’t do anything about this if you put it like that.” I grit my teeth.“Oh is that what’s going on? I see you’ve been working on yourself. You even went to Kai Marshall to make headlines. It’s a pity, he didn’t bother to even look at you. But don’t worry, Linda’s engagement will definitely make headlines. It’ll give you
I turn my head to see Kayden behind, dressed in a black suit as he walked over. His tall stature brought about a king-like aura. His eyes were unwavering, like no one could look deeper in.I felt his hand pushing behind me without much resistance. I did not expect him to be here. Nobody would actually. I didn’t even tell him that I would be coming here.It’s just a contractual marriage. Why would I bother him with something like this?When I looked up, my eyes met his dark, deep eyes that seemed to be staring into mine. He then raised his eyes to look at my father and stepmother with obvious contempt.Hana glared at Kayden. “Who are you?”Kayden nonchalantly glanced over Hana and completely ignoring her, asked me in a cold and sharp voice. “Is this your stepmother?”“Hm.” I made an affirmative voice.Hana indignantly pointed finger at Kayden. “You must be Zara’s boyfriend. Who allowed you to be here?”Kayden held onto my wheelchair and without even batting an eyelid to Hana he said, “
POV KaydenAfter we got back to Chicago, I went to Yohan for a routine checkup. Knowing him, I was half-expecting him to make some snide remark. Sure enough, he had a smug look on his face as I sat down.“Mr. Marshall, I think you could consider taking that drug more often,” he smirked. “You seem rather… energetic.”I shot him a look, not bothering to respond. He must have seen Zara and me together recently because he didn’t let up.“Don’t be so serious, Mr. Marshall. A joke here and there won’t scare a girl away.”“Any other tests you need to do?” I asked flatly.“Fine, fine,” he sighed, getting a needle ready. Then, out of nowhere, he started again. “You know, Miss Wilson’s personality is actually quite complementary to yours. She’s carefree, while Miss Jensen was always a bit uptight. You two are like… concave and convex pieces, fitting together perfectly.”I caught the mischievous look in his eyes immediately. He was speaking in double entendres, and his implication was obvious. F
When I walked into the room that morning, I could immediately tell how awkward Zara felt. She sat there, her face bright red, her body still a little disheveled from the night before. I knew she was thinking about everything that had happened, probably trying to reconcile her usual reserved self with the bold actions she’d taken for my sake.I approached her, trying to check on her arm. She winced a bit when I touched it, and that’s when I realized just how much I had pushed her the night before. I was in no state to think clearly back then, consumed by the effects of the drug, and she had gone through all of it with me, without complaint."Does it hurt that much?" I asked, frowning as guilt gnawed at me.She waved it off, pretending it wasn’t a big deal, but I could see how sore she was. “I must have used too much strength…” she muttered.I couldn’t help but feel responsible for what I had put her through. "I’m sorry..." I told her, feeling the weight of what I had done sink in.She
POV KaydenI stood by the window, my body burning with an unbearable heat, the cold winter night outside in stark contrast to the fire inside me. The reflection on the glass showed a man drenched in sweat, his skin flushed, muscles tense. I couldn't calm myself. The drug was wreaking havoc on me, pushing me to my limits, testing my control.I heard Zara approach from behind, her steps light but determined. Her voice cut through the haze, "Really, let me help you. It’s been a few hours already, and you’re still not well..."I clenched my fists. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this, to be caught in this mess created by someone else’s malicious intent. But there she was, stubborn as always. I couldn’t bear to have her close, and yet I couldn’t push her away."Who needs you to help? Didn’t you understand when I told you to get lost?" I shouted, hoping to scare her off. Maybe if I could make her leave, I could deal with this myself.But Zara never backed down. "No, I’m n
POV ZaraI was sound asleep when my phone suddenly rang. I groggily reached for it, only to hear an unexpected voice on the other end.“Zara.”It was Monica.I immediately sat up in bed, confused and still half-asleep. “Miss Jensen?” I asked, my voice puzzled. What could she possibly want at this hour?She didn’t waste any time. Her tone was sharp and condescending, as if she had been waiting for this moment. “What are you doing?” she snapped.I blinked and tried to stay calm. “I was sleeping,” I replied honestly, still unsure what this was about.“Very well. I guess you’re tactful enough to know your place and not try to disturb Kayden and me,” she said with a smugness that made my skin crawl.I was tired of this back and forth with her. I decided to just lay it out. “I’ll be direct. I respect whatever is going on between you two, and I won’t interfere. You’ve just never believed me,” I said, keeping my tone as even as possible, even though my heart was already beginning to race. I d
I arrived at the restaurant where Monica had already made herself comfortable. She had dressed up for the occasion, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite place, and I was immediately on edge. This was supposed to be a simple dinner, but from the way she was looking at me, I could tell she had something else on her mind."Kayden, you’re here," she smiled, motioning for me to sit. "I waited so long for you. Come and try this house drink. I specially asked them to bring it from the cellar. It’s a premium red wine."I sat down, already feeling uneasy. Something about her excitement seemed off, but I couldn’t place it. She kept staring at me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I glanced at the wine she poured and shook my head slightly."It’s better not to drink too much wine. It’s not good for your body," I said, trying to deflect.Suddenly, her eyes welled up, and tears started falling. I was caught off guard. Had I said something wrong? Her emotions had been so fragile lately, a
I was in the middle of reading a document when Zara suddenly popped up with a bright idea.“Kayden, let’s go to the indoor ski park.”I looked up from my work, slightly amused. "No," I said, shaking my head."Why not?" She always got this look when I denied her one of her spontaneous plans.I chuckled and said, “It’s meaningless to put on so many clothes. If we’re doing something active, we might as well go to the pool. It’s more... pleasing to the eyes.”She immediately grabbed a pillow and tossed it at me. "Perv."I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. But she didn’t give up. She never did.“Come on, let’s go try it out, Kayden.... Honey, I’ve never been to a ski park before.”That word, “Honey,” always had a strange effect on me. It was like she knew the exact button to push.I sighed, feeling a bit helpless. She knew exactly how to get her way. I reached out and rubbed her head. "Fine. Let’s go."Her face lit up immediately. “Heh heh. Thanks, Honey. You’re is the best!”I trie
POV KaydenI asked Henry to check with the hospital staff and doctors about Monica’s recovery which he said was going fine and she would get discharged in two days.Later that week I had a call from the Los Angeles Branch of Marshall Industries that needed some attention personally. I informed Zara and coincidently she too had a shoot to attend there.We both took the Marshalls private jet and she called her manager. They both set off for her scheduled shoot and I went to my own work. Los Angeles branch was doing well on its own, and it’s been like that for most of our branches. They managing directors don’t bother me unless there’s actually an issue that needs my attention, hence I make it so that I check these things personally.As I was just finishing my meeting and ready to head back in the afternoon, I got a call from Yvette. I quickly picked it up, knowing Yvette will never call me unless it has anything to do with Zara.“Hello.”“Mr. Marshall, Zara got into a small accident on
POV ZaraWhen we stepped into the Marshall residence, the chill in the air didn’t seem to matter. Kayden’s mother immediately fussed over me as usual, saying, “You’re wearing too few layers, Zara! Quick, bring an overcoat for the Young Madam.”I barely had time to protest before they wrapped me in another layer. Honestly, I was fine, but Kayden’s Mother’s warmth and concern made me feel like I was being pampered beyond belief. This was the Marshall family way—especially when it came to their daughter-in-law.As we moved further inside, I noticed the President's bodyguards stationed outside. That could only mean one thing: Kenneth was home. It was strange to see him here, since he's usually so busy with running the country. But it was New Year’s Eve, and even the President has to celebrate with family sometimes.Kenneth approached us, as poised as ever, and greeted me with his usual reserved but polite demeanor. “Zara, good to see you again.” It felt a little formal, but then again, he
This realization put me in a surprisingly good mood. If I had known earlier that she was jealous, I wouldn’t have been so anxious during those days. She was angry not because she didn’t care but because she did.And here I was, almost spoiling her too much. She was practically running circles around me. I chuckled to myself. If anyone saw how I was with her, they wouldn’t believe it. Zara had no idea just how much I was holding back, letting her get away with things that would’ve driven anyone else mad.I sat there, watching her hum to herself, clearly lost in her own thoughts. She reclined in her seat, and I couldn’t help but notice how content she looked now. But then, her expression shifted suddenly, and she pressed her hand to her stomach.I frowned and leaned forward. “Why? Does your stomach still hurt?”She nodded, wincing slightly. “It still hurts a little. It’s alright. It’s probably because I was too nervous this time. Usually, it only hurts for a day.”“Next time, take note