POV ZaraI spent the day at the company meeting my co-stars for the upcoming show. After getting to know them a bit and preparing for the upcoming scene, I left with Yvette. As we walked out, Yvette said to me, “I saw the announcement of the show that Kai is acting in. The female lead is Wendy.”“Really?” I asked, surprised. “I heard Wendy mention that she was going to act with Kai.”Yvette nodded. “It looks like Wendy’s next show will be good. None of Kai’s shows ever get a bad reception. The filmmakers are strong too.”“Yes, that’s true,” I agreed, feeling a bit of pressure.“But we’re not far off either,” Yvette continued. “The head director for this show is also known for classic dramas. We might even have a chance to compete for the TV Drama Award. You should go back and prepare.”“Yes! I will, Yvette!” I said, determined.When I got back home, I walked into the bedroom and saw a delicate box placed on the dressing table. My heart skipped a beat.Did Kayden get me a gift?I quick
POV KaydenI was in my study, buried in work, when my phone rang. It was Yohan, telling me that Zara was at a club getting drunk with her friend. I couldn’t believe it. Doesn’t she remember the last time she got drunk? Her alcohol tolerance is incredibly low. What if something happens to her? Without wasting a second, I got up and headed out.When I arrived at the club, I saw a group of men already blocking the area. I spotted Zara sprawled on the counter, her face filled with sorrow, her brows tightly furrowed. I didn’t hesitate. I immediately called for my men to carry her.As I looked at her, there was a moment of hesitation. Why did she look so troubled? But then, the coldness flashed across my face, and I brushed the thought aside. I carried Zara and swiftly left the place, bringing her back home. When we entered the house, I made everyone leave and carried her into the bedroom myself. I laid her on the bed and took a wet towel to wipe her face.Her face was flushed from the alco
In the afternoon, I went to see Yohan. When I walked in, he looked surprised. “Wow, Mr. Marshall. What an honor to have you here. I thought with Madam around, you would never patronize me again.”I sat down across from him, not in the mood for pleasantries. “You’re right. I feel like you’re no longer of use to me. I wanted to let you go help others instead. It’s too selfish of me to keep you tied down.”His expression changed immediately, and he quickly smiled, “Sir, as you said, researching your illness can be considered as helping others around the world with the same problem. But I couldn’t make any discoveries, and I dared not contribute to seeing patients anymore. I’ve been researching for such a long time. To give up now would be a waste of effort. Also, even though you have Madam, you can actually still come to me for other problems…”I glared at him but didn’t have the energy to argue, so I got straight to the point. “I just think that I’m beginning to not want a divorce anymo
She wanted me. I knew that now. But she was fighting it, resisting it.I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “See? You clearly want me too…”She blushed even more, looking down.“So why are you resisting me?” I asked, my hand sliding down to her waist.She bit her lip, her eyes filled with sorrow and fear. “Kayden… I… I’m easily drawn to your charms. You’re good. You’re really too good. You’re probably the best guy I’ve ever met in my life. I used to be extremely unlucky, and anyone I met was terrible. So, after meeting you, I seemed to have lost my direction because you were too nice. But you’re in love with someone else, and I have experienced this before. I don’t want to involve myself for a second time. I saw… Yesterday, I saw the gift Monica gave you. Kayden, what she said is actually right. You two are a better match, so if you only want to toy with me, please don’t do it anymore.”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.She was talking about Monica’s gift, the one I
POV ZaraI had to attend an event in the mall where Yvette dropped me off, as I told her I’ll head home myself. Kayden and I are supposed to go out for dinner.I couldn’t believe it when I saw him. Noah. Right there, standing in the mall.The moment I saw his face, I suddenly remembered that this mall was owned by the Quinns. Of course, he would be here. What a small world.He was smiling as he walked over to me, “You came here for an event?”I smiled back, trying to keep it casual. “Yes. I forgot that this place belongs to your family. If I’d known, I would have curried favour with you to get paid more!”Noah chuckled, but there was something in his eyes. “Do you still need money now?”“Of course I need it,” I joked, but deep down, I felt that familiar tension. We were walking outside together, just like old times, but it wasn’t the same anymore. Everything was different now.Then my phone buzzed in my pocket.I glanced at the screen and saw the words Dearest Hubby flash across. My h
I waited a long time for Kayden to call me back. Hours passed, but nothing. No reply to my texts either. I asked the maids, I asked the security guards—no one knew where he was. Or they pretended not to know. Either way, it made my blood boil. What was he thinking?I grabbed my phone, fingers trembling in frustration, and fired off a message. Whether he read it or not, I didn’t care anymore.“Kayden, I don’t know why you’re so angry. You already know I was only at the hospital because Noah got injured, right? You know he saved me from getting hit by that falling glass, or it would’ve been me lying there! How is it wrong for me to stay and check on him? Should I have just ignored him after he got hurt protecting me? How would that be fair?”I sent the message, staring at the screen like it was going to magically fix everything. But of course, no response. Not even a read receipt.Lying there on my bed, I felt like I was waiting for someone who didn’t care, like I was the only one bothe
I sat there, staring at Kayden’s pale face, feeling a mix of frustration and worry bubbling inside me. How could someone be this stubborn? He was sick, burning with a fever, yet he refused to let anyone help him. Even when I forced him to eat, he just glared at me like I’d wronged him in the worst way.After I finally fed him, I went outside to return the tray. I asked the maids what had happened, and they told me he’d spent the entire day swimming.Swimming, for a whole day, until he fell ill. I couldn’t believe it. He was like a rebellious child, pushing his body too far just because he could.Seriously… what was I supposed to do with this man?That night, his fever didn’t break. I gave him medicine, but it wasn’t working. His complexion looked worse by the hour, and I could feel the panic rising inside me. I kept glancing at him, hoping for some sign that he was getting better, but all I saw was his pained expression as he slept.I couldn’t rest either. How could I? Kayden looked s
POV KaydenI released Zara and lay there while panting, trying to catch my breath. It felt like something just came over me. I turned my head only to notice the marks spread all over Zara’s body. Oh my God, did I do that to her! “Uhm… Let’s go take a shower.”Zara did not move at all. She turned her body to the opposite side in reluctance. “I don’t want to…”I did not have a choice. I could only prop myself up and pat her. However, she still did not move. So, I could only say, “I’ll help you,” as I lifted Zara in his arms in one swift motion as whined.“Kayden…” she moaned. “Put me down.”“You need a shower. You look like a walking mess.”Zara huffed and pouted, but I ignored her. She was too beautiful to just look at. I’d fuck her again if she let me. I felt my dick grow hard again as I entered the bathroom.“Okay, okay… I’ll take a shower.”Zara gave in. I carefully placed her down and turned the shower on, the steam filled the room. I turned around to see Zara’s beautiful body, he
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