WHY'S HE ENTANGLED WITH HERCaroline povI quickly pushed open the restroom door, feeling an urgent need to relieve myself. My mind was clouded with the stress of drinking and engaging in meaningless conversations with the random men that Donovan called friends. "Hey there, can I join you in the restroom?" a guy with curly hair asked, his voice filled with determination. Anger surged within me as I noticed Lana in tears over a birthday that had nothing to do with her, making me want to confront the man at the bathroom entrance. "Get away from me, you jerk!" I growled, my fists clenched tightly. I staggered toward the restroom door, leaning against the frame for support. "Oh goodness, I'm so exhausted," I said calmly, attempting to regain my composure. Just then, I heard a voice behind me. "Miss, this is the men's restroom; you should use the one across the hall." The deep voice resonated in my mind. I turned to see who was speaking. "So...," I sighed, continuing, "I apologize, sir,
suspension Sarah povTwo days have passed since the birthday celebration, and I am still preoccupied with Bryan's feelings for Lana. Initially, it was a pleasant distraction for Lana, who seemed unfazed by his attention. However, he recently rejected my request to dance with him, opting instead to dance with Lana. This raises suspicions—have they been having secret conversations? I glance over at Donovan, who is absorbed in his laptop, focused solely on work and seemingly indifferent to the dynamics within our home. I called out to him, but he ignored me, still upset about my dance with my ex. While it was an enjoyable moment, there was nothing significant between my ex and me. "Donovan, please listen," I said calmly, wrapping the duvet cover around my chest. Donovan finally lifted his gaze from the laptop, his eyes narrowing as he assessed my unkempt appearance. "What’s happening?" he inquired gruffly, his tone still tinged with the coolness from our previous argument."It concern
A SLEEPOVER Lana pov“It's absurd for you to perceive me as friendly! I'm a true witch!” I exclaimed, bouncing on my bed, my heart racing with exhilaration as I focused on my call with Caroline. Yes, aside from business calls, Caroline's calls are my priority."Lana, are you there?" she inquired, her voice low and urgent, fading to the point where I could barely hear her. "Caroline?" I called out calmly, gradually ceasing my jumping as the doorbell rang repeatedly, capturing my attention. The intriguing part was that I had heard the doorbell ringing while on the call with Caroline, echoing on my end as well.Could she have come over without informing me? I glanced at the wall clock. It was past 6 in the evening; perhaps it was the delivery person, I thought, adjusting my silky nightwear.I let out a sigh.Rubbing the fatigue from my eyes, I yawned loudly, struggling to find my slippers beside my bed cabinet.My phone vibrated against my arm, and I smiled upon seeing it was Carolin
My assumption Caroline povLana's expression twisted in concern, but I felt no hesitation in revealing the truth; the child's intense attachment to her was quite unsettling. Initially, I regarded it as a mere coincidence, but it became evident that he chose to celebrate his birthday with Lana instead of his own parents.“Caroline,” Lana murmured softly, looking at me with an expression reminiscent of a fading sorceress. I began to respond, but my words faltered as hot oil splattered and made contact with my skin, causing my high-pitched voice to resonate as I quickly left the kitchen. Meanwhile, Lana, who was feeling triumphant at the stove, leaped from her seat and hurried toward me.Her gaze flickered in my direction, her eyes already tinged with red and blinking as if she were on the verge of tears. I instinctively leaned back against the kitchen door. “What’s wrong, Lana? Are you still preoccupied with the DNA situation? It’s just that you….” I paused, caught off guard by the in
MY ALLERGY Lana pov.It was lunchtime, yet my meal had not arrived. My eyes felt heavy and unfocused, while my stomach growled ominously, reminiscent of a brewing storm. Glancing at the clock once more, I let out a loud exclamation, my mouth opening in a yawn, overwhelmed by stress and fatigue."Mr. Jan," I called out in a composed manner, though I soon felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, accompanied by a sharp pain in my chest likely caused by my delayed meal. I quickly grabbed the phone, my fingers moving frantically over the buttons.At that moment, a knock echoed through the door. I looked up and smiled, thinking it might be him, and softly tapped the table in anticipation."Sir, here’s the file," he said as he entered."Thank you," I replied.I let out a sigh, overhearing a brief conversation at the doorstep.Frustration bubbled within me, and I clenched my teeth, dialing his number once more."Mr. Jan? Are you there?" I called urgently, my voice tinged with impatience."Ma'am,
AT THE HOSPITAL Donovan povI received a message on my phone informing me that the meeting with Lana was canceled due to a health issue she was facing. As I stood at my table, taking a sip of my coffee, I wondered about the nature of the health issue. Just then, another message came in, explaining that it was due to an allergy. I was shocked and realized what she must have been allergic to. Without hesitation, I put down my coffee and grabbed my car keys, but then remembered the meeting I had scheduled with my company's shareholders.I hesitated, realizing that I still had a long way to go before sealing the contract. Should I cancel the meeting with them? I asked myself, feeling weak and sweating. I was eager to see Lana,Standing there, contemplating my choices, my thoughts were consumed by Lana and the significance of the upcoming shareholder meeting. A wave of anxiety swept over me as I realized that canceling the meeting could endanger the contract, yet I couldn't ignore the
Lana povThe sound of the thermometer beeping resonated throughout the room as I shifted restlessly from one side of the bed to the other, trying to comprehend my surroundings and how I had ended up there. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a man in a white coat entered with an air of enthusiasm. "Hello, Mrs. Lana," he greeted, positioning himself confidently near my bedside, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of determination and scrutiny. I found it difficult to understand the reason behind his overly cheerful demeanor, and I regretted using such a harsh term to describe it. "Doctor, am I alright? Why are you staring at me?" I inquired hastily, gripping the iron railing of the bed for support."Nothing much, just that Mr. Donovan visited yesterday and was quite insistent about wanting to see you.”I furrowed my brows, attempting to recall what would bring Donovan to the hospital. “Don't let him in,” I instructed, a wave of discomfort wash over me The doctor's expression briefly wave
CRAZY DECISION! Sarah pov…I was still in the kitchen washing the dishes when I heard Donovan's voice calling from the bedroom. His tone was loud and piercing, which sent me sprinting toward the room, filled with fear about what might have occurred.Upon entering, I was met with a chaotic scene of scattered papers, including some of my private documents. Donovan's eyes locked onto mine as I managed to ask, "What were you looking for in my bags?" My tone was sharp, provoking his anger, but I was beyond caring."How could you transfer all the money from our joint account to your personal account without informing me? Are you out of your mind, Sarah?" he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I attempted to explain, but he was too far gone to listen.As I moved closer to him, he suddenly threw the papers at me. "I'm so tired of you, Sarah. I can't keep up with your foolishness. I've had enough; this is beyond understanding," he said hoarsely, gesturing toward the wardrobe before ya