Naomi's POVI can't move. I can't even open my eyes. I can only hear background noises and a beeping sound from a heart monitor not too far from where I'm lying. I try to breathe, slowly drawing in air down my lungs. Oh man, it hurts. It hurts to breathe. My lungs frickin' hurt. Slowly, everything starts to come back. Me walking away from Celine because she was being a bitch like always, and then I grabbed two glasses of wine from a server. I remember gulping everything and going down to the lower deck. I remember feeling strange like I was poisoned, and that strange woman who appeared out of nowhere and pushed me. How am I still alive? How did I get out alive? I could swim. I am a good swimmer. But being poisoned while trying to fight for your life inside water can be hard. And who would poison me? Celine? I know she hates me and I think she would do anything to erase me from this Earth because of Killian, but that's just low for anyone. Why would anyone kill someone because of a
Naomi's POV" How are you feeling since you got back?" Antonio asks on Sunday evening as I lay my head on his lap while he runs his fingers through my hair. Killian and I arrived in New York yesterday. I asked him to drive me to my mother's because I didn't feel safe in my own apartment and because Killian hasn't said anything to me about what's really going on. I'm not supposed to be mad at him and maybe I should trust him to tell me when the time is right. But when will the time be right? Is it when I'm dead? Bianca is coming over to my mother's to check on me. I told her I was around this morning so she's coming over. If I'd told her I arrived in New York yesterday, Bianca would have booked an Uber and drove straight to my mother's just to make sure I was safe. She's crazy. Sometimes I wished she was my older sister because she's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I can literally rely on her. She's more than my best friend. She's more like a sister to me. Bianc
Killian's POV" Killian, you need to calm down. Liam will be here soon to tell us what's really going on." Raymond says on Monday morning as I pace the floor of my office. Since I got back from Miami, I haven't heard a thing from Lily Sanders. Not even a letter or a message. Nothing. Something tells me she's plotting something dangerous and if I don't do something about it before she strikes again, I don't know what I'm gonna do if something happens to Naomi. Due to her nearly drowning a few weeks ago, I asked her to take a break from work and she shouldn't worry about HR breathing down her neck. She's always stubborn, so she refused. This morning when I saw her, she told me we needed to talk and it was important. She sounded paranoid and I knew sooner or later I had to tell her about Lily Sanders and her pregnancy rumor. I'm fucked, I know. " Nothing is going to happen to Naomi." Raymond says as if he just read my mind. " Are you fucking serious?" I sigh as I stop pacing around t
Killian's POVSix Years AgoFashion shows are boring. I've always hated them and I think they're heavily overrated. With my phone in my hand, I go through work emails as I reply to them. The only reason I'm sitting here pretending to enjoy myself is because the host, Terrance Clay, is a client I'm trying to persuade and do business with. He has money and his money is needed in my company. KB TECH just launched a new program and potential clients like Terrance Clay are what I needed to drive my company to the next level. And that is the only reason I'm sitting through this nightmare. When the show comes to an end, Terrance enters the stage to give a speech. I don't listen, I just zoned out on everything. When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business co
Killian's POV24 years old me was the worst. I can still remember every detail like it happened last night. Every fucking detail. Of how I broke her heart, how I destroyed her. I am a monster. How on Earth did I live with what I did? This past years I was living my life like nothing happened six years ago. How I could I just assume Anna was gone from my life for good? She did nothing to me. She cared and loved me. She cherished me, but all I did was break her heart, left and abandoned her. And I couldn't stop thinking about what Liam told me. How was I supposed to know Anna was gonna keep the child. That was impossible. I made sure my driver took her to the hospital and get rid of it. When he got back, he told me that Anna had gotten rid of it. He lied?Why would Alvin lie about something like that? Alvin—fuck!" Hey, Goldie." I call the attention of my voice assistant. " Yes, Mr. Black."" Call Alvin."" Sure thing, Mr. Black. Calling Alvin." The line rings, vibrating through my
Naomi's POV" I can't believe him. How could he do this to me?" I muttered to myself the minute I got home. I'm dressed in lazy clothing. Pajamas bottom and Killian's t-shirt that I stole as I sit on my favorite couch opposite the TV, weeping into my palms. I can't get it out of my head. He had an ex who was dead. She took her own life because she lost the second best thing in the world. I can't really understand what she must have gone through, but I knew she felt alone, sad, and betrayed. The man whom she thought loved her, never actually loved her. I can't imagine getting pregnant, even if it's by accident, and then forced to get rid of it. That child might have meant a lot to her even if the father walked out on them. I don't blame Killian, maybe he wasn't ready to be a father and he was thrown off guard the minute Gianna gave him the news. He wasn't ready. The least he could do was support her and be there for her. And the most painful part about this story is the fact that Gian
Bianca doesn't work at Colton Corp. The more I think about it, the more it's hard for me to take that in. We've been friends for years, close friends, to be exact. Why would she lie about working? Why would she do something like that? Is this something more or is this just a coincidence? I don't know what to believe anymore. The house is quiet and since Bianca left for "work" this morning, she still hasn't returned. I look around the house, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. Going through her stuff or her room isn't nice. Nobody likes their privacy to be violated. I hate it when people go through my stuff without my permission, I'm not about to do that to her because I'm having suspicions. I have a feeling she's hiding something from me. But what? What would that be? The door opens as Bianca walks in, wearing her work clothes and holding a handbag."Hey, sugar." Bianca calls for me. I give her a small smile as a response. Bianca drops her bag on the floor and sits close
Naomi's POVI can't feel my body.I feel numb. My mind is foggy and my head hurts. I try to reach for my head but I can't. Something is restricting my hand movement. Slowly, I open my eyes, blinking my lashes as I take in my environment. I don't know where I am. I have never been to this place before because I don't recognize this place. I look down at myself and I'm still dressed in my work clothes, but they're dirty and stained with blood. My hands are shackled to the chair I'm sitting on and there's no means of escape. I try to jostle my hands out of their bondage but it's tight as hell. " You can't break out of that, sweetheart." A voice says. I turn my head to the source of the voice and I'm surprised to see Bianca. She's dressed in all black attire. Black pants, black boots, black top. Bianca takes slow strides to my bonded form as she bends a little so we're eye to eye. " Well, you don't look bad being strapped to a chair."" Bianca, what are you doing?"" Why don't you tel
EpilogueNaomi's POVIt's been two years since I lost my best friend. My best friend who turned out to be Gianna Haines, Killian Black's ex-girlfriend and baby mother. This last year, every night that I go to bed, I dream of that night. I dream of Bianca falling off that window and I can't get the look in her eyes out of my head. That look of fear as she tumbled off that window. I lived with guilt for months. Telling myself that maybe I should have done better. Maybe I should have talked to her about what's really bothering her before all of that happened. I visited her grave twice every week this past year. I just sit there and stare at her headstone. Sometimes I weep, I cry and constantly wish things were different. I wished things didn't have to be like this. I wished she didn't have to die. She might want me dead and she might have hated me for so long, she was still my best friend. Bianca was always there for me when I needed her the most. And whenever I'm in a shitty place, as
Killian's POVI am driving like a maniac, not caring if I break any traffic rule. I just needed to get to her. To Naomi. I needed to be sure she wasn't harmed and she's safe. My head is in a daze. I can't think. I'm afraid I'm gonna lose her because of what I did. I got this text when I was in the office. It was from Naomi's cell but it wasn't Naomi who sent me a message. It was someone else, Lily Sanders or Bianca, Naomi's supposed friend and she was threatening to put a bullet in Naomi's head if I didn't get my ass there as soon as possible. Why would Bianca want to hurt Naomi? That was the first question I asked myself as I rushed out of my office and straight for my car. Since Alvin was still in suspension and I hadn't bothered to call in any of my other drivers, I've been driving myself.I reach for my phone on my passenger's seat, one hand steering the wheel while speeding down the road like I'm in a race or something. I stare at the message for the third time since I got it.
Naomi's POVI can't feel my body.I feel numb. My mind is foggy and my head hurts. I try to reach for my head but I can't. Something is restricting my hand movement. Slowly, I open my eyes, blinking my lashes as I take in my environment. I don't know where I am. I have never been to this place before because I don't recognize this place. I look down at myself and I'm still dressed in my work clothes, but they're dirty and stained with blood. My hands are shackled to the chair I'm sitting on and there's no means of escape. I try to jostle my hands out of their bondage but it's tight as hell. " You can't break out of that, sweetheart." A voice says. I turn my head to the source of the voice and I'm surprised to see Bianca. She's dressed in all black attire. Black pants, black boots, black top. Bianca takes slow strides to my bonded form as she bends a little so we're eye to eye. " Well, you don't look bad being strapped to a chair."" Bianca, what are you doing?"" Why don't you tel
Bianca doesn't work at Colton Corp. The more I think about it, the more it's hard for me to take that in. We've been friends for years, close friends, to be exact. Why would she lie about working? Why would she do something like that? Is this something more or is this just a coincidence? I don't know what to believe anymore. The house is quiet and since Bianca left for "work" this morning, she still hasn't returned. I look around the house, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. Going through her stuff or her room isn't nice. Nobody likes their privacy to be violated. I hate it when people go through my stuff without my permission, I'm not about to do that to her because I'm having suspicions. I have a feeling she's hiding something from me. But what? What would that be? The door opens as Bianca walks in, wearing her work clothes and holding a handbag."Hey, sugar." Bianca calls for me. I give her a small smile as a response. Bianca drops her bag on the floor and sits close
Naomi's POV" I can't believe him. How could he do this to me?" I muttered to myself the minute I got home. I'm dressed in lazy clothing. Pajamas bottom and Killian's t-shirt that I stole as I sit on my favorite couch opposite the TV, weeping into my palms. I can't get it out of my head. He had an ex who was dead. She took her own life because she lost the second best thing in the world. I can't really understand what she must have gone through, but I knew she felt alone, sad, and betrayed. The man whom she thought loved her, never actually loved her. I can't imagine getting pregnant, even if it's by accident, and then forced to get rid of it. That child might have meant a lot to her even if the father walked out on them. I don't blame Killian, maybe he wasn't ready to be a father and he was thrown off guard the minute Gianna gave him the news. He wasn't ready. The least he could do was support her and be there for her. And the most painful part about this story is the fact that Gian
Killian's POV24 years old me was the worst. I can still remember every detail like it happened last night. Every fucking detail. Of how I broke her heart, how I destroyed her. I am a monster. How on Earth did I live with what I did? This past years I was living my life like nothing happened six years ago. How I could I just assume Anna was gone from my life for good? She did nothing to me. She cared and loved me. She cherished me, but all I did was break her heart, left and abandoned her. And I couldn't stop thinking about what Liam told me. How was I supposed to know Anna was gonna keep the child. That was impossible. I made sure my driver took her to the hospital and get rid of it. When he got back, he told me that Anna had gotten rid of it. He lied?Why would Alvin lie about something like that? Alvin—fuck!" Hey, Goldie." I call the attention of my voice assistant. " Yes, Mr. Black."" Call Alvin."" Sure thing, Mr. Black. Calling Alvin." The line rings, vibrating through my
Killian's POVSix Years AgoFashion shows are boring. I've always hated them and I think they're heavily overrated. With my phone in my hand, I go through work emails as I reply to them. The only reason I'm sitting here pretending to enjoy myself is because the host, Terrance Clay, is a client I'm trying to persuade and do business with. He has money and his money is needed in my company. KB TECH just launched a new program and potential clients like Terrance Clay are what I needed to drive my company to the next level. And that is the only reason I'm sitting through this nightmare. When the show comes to an end, Terrance enters the stage to give a speech. I don't listen, I just zoned out on everything. When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business co
Killian's POV" Killian, you need to calm down. Liam will be here soon to tell us what's really going on." Raymond says on Monday morning as I pace the floor of my office. Since I got back from Miami, I haven't heard a thing from Lily Sanders. Not even a letter or a message. Nothing. Something tells me she's plotting something dangerous and if I don't do something about it before she strikes again, I don't know what I'm gonna do if something happens to Naomi. Due to her nearly drowning a few weeks ago, I asked her to take a break from work and she shouldn't worry about HR breathing down her neck. She's always stubborn, so she refused. This morning when I saw her, she told me we needed to talk and it was important. She sounded paranoid and I knew sooner or later I had to tell her about Lily Sanders and her pregnancy rumor. I'm fucked, I know. " Nothing is going to happen to Naomi." Raymond says as if he just read my mind. " Are you fucking serious?" I sigh as I stop pacing around t
Naomi's POV" How are you feeling since you got back?" Antonio asks on Sunday evening as I lay my head on his lap while he runs his fingers through my hair. Killian and I arrived in New York yesterday. I asked him to drive me to my mother's because I didn't feel safe in my own apartment and because Killian hasn't said anything to me about what's really going on. I'm not supposed to be mad at him and maybe I should trust him to tell me when the time is right. But when will the time be right? Is it when I'm dead? Bianca is coming over to my mother's to check on me. I told her I was around this morning so she's coming over. If I'd told her I arrived in New York yesterday, Bianca would have booked an Uber and drove straight to my mother's just to make sure I was safe. She's crazy. Sometimes I wished she was my older sister because she's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I can literally rely on her. She's more than my best friend. She's more like a sister to me. Bianc