Asher's POVDevlin was too stubborn, even after I had told her the reason why I wanted her gone, she only shrugged and continued browsing through the room, probably searching for something."Devlin, what are you really doing here?" I asked her.I was too frustrated and unfortunately, my voice was showing just how frustrated I was. And Devlin knew me to an extent and I guessed she had heard the frustration in my tone but she preferred to say nothing."You're being suspicious, Asher". She offhandedly said.I stilled, "what do you mean?"She suddenly turned around, "I don't know, we got married but it felt like I had been living with a stranger. You were so caught up in Lyra's case that you forgot that I was standing there and suddenly, I got news that you're here with your old friend. Okay, you wanted some time away from your responsibilities and probably your obsession with Lyra's case and so I decided to join you, that maybe we woukd reignite the fire between us but I only met a man,
Lyra's POVI was ashamed of my self. Philip looked to be a very good person and he was very good looking too. It was rare for men who were good looking t be also caring, for example Tristan and Asher. They were proof enough that good looking me were just the spawn of the devil.But Philip was different, he was worried about me, cared about my opinion and wasn't forcing it down my throat to be marries to him. He looked to be the type of man that would always take my opinions into consideration.However, I had ruined every chance I had with him before k even knew there was going tk be a chance. I had slept with Asher and now I was pregnant with his child.I wished there waa a way to turn back the hands of time, I woukd have nevrr met Asher, I would've never being in that room with him, I would've refused him when he had tried to touxh me. If i could go vack in time to get rid of everything, of Asher maybe then I woukd be worthy of Philip.Maybe then, I coukd go with him, I would keave A
Lyra's POV I was very shocked, also very worried about what Peter had told me about Devlin. I didn't know how Devlin found out i was pregnant. What was even a bigger mystery was what she needed it for. There was no proof whatsoever that the baby belonged to Asher and if by chance she came to find out, she would surely kill me. I sat down there, I knew it was late but I was too terrified. I couldn't sleep and I was scared for this child. It was better to keep the father of the child a secret from both Asher and Devlin. I still wondered how Devlin found out about it. I wondered who told her. It could be that nurse but that nurse had nothing to do with me, there was no proof however about my identity so it couldn't be that it was the nurse. I was running, I was running too fast. I suddenly in a very dark forest, I didn't know where I was going to, where I was running to or from but I knew i was running and within me there was this fear in my heart. I was avoiding something, i was avoi
Lyra's POV I had been expecting a good number of responses from Philip and not the one he actually gave me. He was too perfect and he was willing to marry me despite what I had just told him. My heart warmed up, I didn't deserve him, I didn't deserve this care and devotion. He shouldn't be treating me like this, it only made me feel very guilty. "Philip '' I couldn't even find the words to say. I couldn't think of anything to say. "I will take care of you, Lyra. Let's get married now so people will think the baby is mine" he suggested. My eyes widened, "Philip?" "I want to get married to you and i'm very happy that you told me the truth. You're such an amazing person, Lyra and from this confession I am certain i made the right choice. Let's get married here". I couldn't help it, tears flowed down my eyes, I never thought that a day would come that I would get this lucky. I had always thought my future wasn't something to look forward to. Many occasions I wanted to kill myself, t
Asher's povI was sad. I didn't know why I was sad but I was feeling some type of way and it started when Philip informed us that Lyra had decided to marry him.To tell the truth, I had forced Lyra to tell him about the pregnancy just because I thought it was the best way to get rid of him but she must've told him and he still decided to marry her.He was too good to be true and somehow I felt that there was something else he wasn't telling us or maybe Lyra didn't actually tell him about it. Because there was no way in hell another man would be so excited about her, about keeping a child that wasn't his own. I didn't like the thought of Lyra being with him and that was where my sadness came from.I had asked her about the truth, when she referred to me as her mate, she had said she was mistaken and then she left me. I hated seeing her back, I wasn't used to it, it felt really weird because I was used to seeing her in front of me, begging me, crying asking me for validation, to value h
Lyra's POVI was seated in my room staring at the bathroom door, it was ajar and through it I could see how perfectly made it was. The tiles were shiny, it could be the kind of tiles used or that the maids come in mostly every day to clean up the bathroom. Looking around the room, I never thought a day would come when I would be treated like this. I was born as a slave and I have lived as such. I had been brought into this life just to serve and never had I thought that a day would come when I was the one being served. It felt very different to me, it was really weird for me.When a maid came in a few hours ago, I almost helped her serve me tea. It was weird. I saw the fear in her eyes, fear that she would do something wrong and I would punish her. She must've seen me as a kind of slave that rose to power and had suddenly become evil. Even myself could not believe the kind of life I was suddenly living, much less to take advantage of it.I wanted to retain my humility as much aa poss
Lyra's POVAsher was speechless, his eyes fell on my face then they trailed down to the dress I was wearing and then back to my eyes. He wasn't moving at all and only just staring like he was a statue.The sudden attention I was getting from him was a tad too much. I tried to hide my hot cheeks away so that he wouldn't see the color in them even though I was wearing makeup. It wasn't like the makeup was just so perfect either, the foundation wasn't full coverage, my pimples were still very much on display but they were only a bit sort of smoother.It didn't look as disgusting as it used to be.I didn't know what was going on through Asher's head but the way he was looking at me, I could tell that he thought I looked beautiful. His eyes were not drifting from me and it was making my heart pound harder by the second.I felt a hand wrap around my waist and a slight pull. It was Philip, he had hisnhand on my waist and he pulled me closer to.himself for reasons I could not guess. He was sm
Lyra's POVPhilip took me to a really fancy restaurant, I never ever in my life thought that I would be in such a place. There were so many classy and important looking people in the restaurant. I felt very left out.However, Philip took my hand and led me inside. From the way the servers treated him, it seemed like he was a very important person to the society, like he was really well known and it was truthfully shocking but also kind of expected.With my hand in his, he led me to the table sitting in the middle of the restaurant. We successfully gained stares from the neighbours and I could tell that they were looking at my face. I wanted to die, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me, I wanted my existence to end but it couldn't. They were all judging me by now I looked, probably wondering what sort of guts I had for bringing such a hideous face out and not just that, I even applied makeup. I was laughable to be