Andre’s POV It was easy to be the man everyone hated. It took me two years of changing skins and two years of being confused about what I wanted and who I wanted to be with to realise that. I had been a fool, been stupid, and let everything get taken away from me yet. I had done nothing about it but continued in my stupidity. Why did I just realise it now? Why had I not known earlier that it was just me and Lana that mattered in this story and no one else? Yet, I had let other people come into the picture; I had let them blind me from seeing and accepting my true feelings from the beginning. No, I don’t think I had anyone to blame but myself. I was the originator of all my problems. These were the thoughts that disturbed me as early as two in the morning, and I had no idea why. Maybe it was because Kathy was gone—maybe even she had been confused about what she wanted—and I was now slowly realising the emptiness that existed inside of me. There was this void in me that demande
Cameron’s POV Eight hours earlier I should not have been stunned by Freda’s flippancy, yet all I could think about was the coldness in her eyes as she indirectly told me what she had done. She was a cold-blooded, heartless woman who cared for no one and nothing, and I realised that now. She would push you out of the way if you were of no use to her, and she would not hesitate to trample upon you if you were an obstacle standing in the way of her goal. I watched her leave, her shoulders hanging in the air as though she owned the world. She had indirectly admitted to threatening Sally, but that was not enough to lay anything solid on her. She could easily deny all our allegations and sue us for defamation, but still I stopped as my phone vibrated in my pocket. This was like the tenth time I got a call from whoever it was. I hate being disrupted when I am in a meeting by calls, but I had chosen to keep the phone on just in case Lana called. I saw now that that was a mistake. Fu
Lana’s POV I wrung my hands together. A lot of things went through my mind at once, and it was hard to settle on one thing. Half of me was grateful Cameron was here to handle the situation. The other half wanted to sink my teeth into the imposter like a vampire and suck him dry. That would be too good a punishment for him. I wanted to know what they were thinking and what they thought planting a spy in our country could possibly achieve. I glanced at Sally, who looked to be taking everything well—better than I expected considering the fact that she had begun developing a slight crush on our impostor. How had she even figured it all out? I had to remind myself that she was a lawyer, and years of hounding and representing criminals would teach her something as small as spotting when someone was not entirely telling the truth. I hugged myself as a chill ran down my spine. “Someone better explain to me what is going on here.” Cameron barked, his gaze shifting through all our fa
Andre’s POV “Mr. Andre, this is about your wife, Kathy. And as I mentioned before, it is extremely urgent.” I stared into the room of people who all looked like they could swallow me whole, and I tightened my grip around the phone. Although Cameron looked chill, Sally and Lana were a direct contrast to his demeanour. If they had fangs, I was sure they would be baring them at me. Marcus sat quietly on the chair and looked as though I had just saved him from the jaws of a beast. I glanced around the room again, and with the way these women were glaring at me, you could say I did save him. I returned the phone to my ear, silently apologising to Lana for the interruption. “Doctor...” I began, drawing out his name for their benefit. “I am currently in the middle of something; if we can talk later,” I glanced at Lana. “In fact, I will give you a call as soon as...” “Your wife Kathy is dying, Mr. Andre.” I froze. Every part of me froze; my heart, which had been pounding in my chest, c
Lana’s POV While Sally and Marcus had chosen to go to the hotel first, I opted to join Cameron and Andre to visit Kathy at the hospital. I could not keep the thought that Kathy was actually dying out of my head, and the fact that Cameron had been in the know—even met with her—and failed to inform me somehow angered me, but now was not the time to be throwing tantrums. I was here not just because I was curious to know why Kathy asked for me but also to support André. Although we had a lot going on between both of us right now, seeing him break down like that at the news he received had wounded my heart. I hated to admit it, but I had loved this man once, and I could not bear to just watch while he went through something as bad as losing a loved one. He might not have loved her, but he was married to her for some time, and there was actually a time in the past when he thought he did. I glanced out of the window as the car that Cameron’s father had sent to escort us from the airpo
Lana’s POV When I joined Andre and Cameron again after changing into the scrubs, they were both standing in front of Kathy’s bed, where she lay, propped up against pillows. Her eyes were merely sunken holes in her face, and the balls looked up when I entered. A ghost of a smile flitted across her features, and her head nodded subtly. There was a small cord fitted into the holes of her nostrils, which I assumed was the oxygen and probably connected to the life support machine that sustained her life. “Lana,” her small voice filtered across the room. “You are here.” I approached her with slow steps, my heart racing in my chest. I was all too familiar with this scene. It struck a chord deep within me, uncovering long-forgotten memories. Memories that I had tucked deep in the back of my heart brought tears to my eyes. “Hey,” I answered, balancing myself at the edge of her bed. I took her frail hand. Andre was already on the verge of tears, and even now, I could see that he was fi
Lana’s POV Cameron’s eyes darkened considerably at my words, and his arms around my waist tightened, pushing me against the hard walls of his chest until it was almost too hard to breathe. I stifled my laughter. “Should I not care about him?” I arched my brow. “His wife is dying, and don’t forget.” “Don’t remind me.” He growled. “I understand his wife is dying, but from tomorrow on, you will stay by my side and hang only from my hands.” I frowned. “I am not your jacket, Cameron.” “And you are not his jacket either. I hate seeing you too close.” His mouth closed around mine, and his tongue knocked upon my teeth, begging me to open up. My mouth was ever willing, and he slid his tongue swiftly into mine, entangling it with mine. “It’s like someone’s holding my heart and squeezing it.” He said this, pulling himself out of the kiss. “It hurts.” Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. My body responded to him naturally, and the sleep that had fill
Lana’s POV The tension in the air was palpable, but I was determined to salvage us out of this. The doctor worked his jaw, rubbing the spot where Andre had landed the punch. He pushed himself forward in his seat. “First of all,” he started slowly. “I will explain to you what Kathy’s illness is and the point at which it is at now.” He paused, allowing us—Andre, especially—to calm his racing heart and cool down his heat. “I already explained to you all what this disease meant. Her lungs have collapsed, robbing her of the ability to breathe. It is at stage four, and as you saw, she does not have much time left. The only thing that is keeping her is the machine, and as soon as we turn it off, Kathy will no longer be with us.” Pain was evident in his face as he spoke. And again, I had that feeling that he and Kathy might have a relationship that was more than doctor and patient. Who was he to her? Was he a man from her past? Was this why he could accuse us of knowing nothing about he