ASHANTI’S POV. “Ryan.” I call drowsily as I step into the kitchen. He looks up from his phone screen and the scowl on his face fades when he sees me. “You’re awake.” His low voice acknowledges. I scoff. “I wish that was the case.” My voice is a raspy mess. I drag myself towards the kitchen islan
ASHANTI'S POV. “Thank you.” I mutter to the guard who just opened my car door as I step out of the car. A small sigh escapes my chest as I watch the towering building in front of me. Today is another competition and I'm here with my team to compete like the rest of the designers around here. The co
ASHANTI'S POV. “No.” I let out a silent scream as I rush past Ryan, heading for my team's work area with my heart pounding hard in my chest. My world comes crashing down when I arrive and see the state of the machines and the rest of the equipment. They are indeed dismantled like Ryan just reported
SELENA'S POV. “I said I don't like any of the outfits you've presented to me! Get me another one!” My voice rises with each word and I'm shouting by the end of the sentence. The servants standing before me shriek in horror and exchanged terrified looks. It's been over thirty minutes now and they'v
ASHANTI'S POV. “Congratulations to all who made it in the top three of today's round of the competition. We meet next week for the next round.” Mr. Morgan announces and a there's round of applause from his audience below. Myself and the members of my crew are clapping as well but with angry espress
ASHANTI'S POV. My heart still feels hollow because of what I experienced during the day, but my stomach is pretty full because Alpha Reagan made sure to feed me beyond my limit. I can't even breathe properly right now. “Are you still mad at me for making you finish your portion of food?” His smoot
ASHANTI’S POV. I'm smiling like an idiot as I step into the house. It's a miracle my face hasn't split into two halves. I'm so excited. My entire body feels giddy and tonight is one of those nights I know I won't be getting any sleep. “And she finally returns.” A voice startles me out of my thoug
SELENA'S POV. “Have you finished setting…” I halt in my tracks and throw my hands in the air derisively, utterly annoyed by the ongoing scenario before me. “You're still setting the table!” I scold at the top of my voice in annoyance and the two servants stop what they are doing and bow to me. “We