Donovan pov Sarah was in a hurry. Bryan is scheduled to take the next bus to school, likely around 7:20 a.m. “Donovan, you do not have the authority to dictate what I should do with my son. Please allow me some space. The last time you interfered, you disrupted my plans for taking Bryan to school, and now you expect him to catch the next available bus? Impressive!” she exclaimed in frustration, her high-pitched voice cutting through the air from the kitchen where she was preparing Bryan's lunch. I exhaled deeply, fastening my sleeves. My gaze fell on young Bryan, who was preoccupied with his watch, struggling to secure the clasp that would keep it in place on his wrist. "Hey, little man, do you need Daddy's help?" I inquired, my lips pursed as I attempted to button my sleeves, which kept slipping off. This was one of the aspects I disliked about Sarah; she rarely assisted with such tasks when needed. "Sarah, could you assist me with my sleeves?" "No, I can't. I'm extremely busy.
Lana pov “Mrs. Lana, could you please inform the press about what or whom you have been searching for?” I exhaled deeply, my heart racing even though Caroline was leading the interview. A sense of anxiety enveloped me as if my entire existence was being subjected to ridicule. It was an overwhelming feeling. “Lana, please focus and speak clearly. I have more pressing matters to attend to, understood?” she stated sharply while preparing the camera for recording. “Why are you so serious at this moment?” I let out a sigh, quickly rising to the couch to compose myself, attempting to ease the tension in my jaw and regain my breath. I have a rather unpredictable friend who fails to treat me with the consideration I deserve simply because she works in the media. “Caroline, can you please take this seriously? I need a moment to collect myself.” Standing in front of the camera is quite daunting. I require a moment to breathe. "Caroline, please," I implored, striving to steady my racing
Donovan's Pov I know we had discussed the issues that seemed to be coming in between our relationship, or so I thought when I overheard another conversation. I just returned from the office, heading towards my room, and it appeared Sarah was unaware of my presence at home at that moment. "No, how many times are we going to keep this up? I said I'm no longer interested, stop pressuring me." My brows furrowed, keep what up? "You have to stop calling me. You know very well that I'm married, Stefan." The color from my face drained upon hearing the name. My fist tightened unto the bag in my hand. But I didn't move, no, I wanted to hear what it was that she had to say. "Stefan." She gritted out and I could imagine her jaw clenching. I looked down at the bag in my hand. I thought to make her feel loved with how much she had been complaining about Lana lately. I sighed. "Fine, where would you like us to meet?" She asked and I heard myself chuckle mentality before I strode away be
Red Satin Lana's Pov Dressed in a red satin short gown, I spun, checking myself out in the mirror. My curled hair cascaded below my shoulders accentuating my look. My cheekbones were highlighted with the little brown blush I added to my cheeks and my lips were a moderate nude pink mixed with a bit of brown color. I felt beautiful, gorgeous, and confident, and I didn't think anything could beat the feeling. I walked towards my bed before taking a champagne stiletto heels with its glimmering strings. My well-manicured hands enhanced the look of my nude-colored nails, and when I stood again, an inch taller this time, I was proud of who I was looking at in the mirror. "Damnnnn." My head instinctively turned towards the origin of the voice. It was of course it was Caroline. A smile made its way to my lips. I couldn't help it. "You're about to steal the attention of every man the moment you walk into that restaurant." "Don't start," I said, giving her a playful glare. "I'm not st
Desperate Measures Donovan's Pov No, it wasn't just me. It wasn't the fact that I was clenching and unclenching my fist when I realized how these men kept ogling her while she was completely unaware, digging her fork into the vegetable on her plate. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but every moment I set my eyes on her it was like I was getting to know her all over again. She had sides to her that I just didn't know existed when we were still together. Married. Sighing, I dug my fork into my plate. I shouldn't be recalling the past. But sometimes, I wondered if she cared about it anymore. I hurt her, badly, and I hated myself for it, for letting the best thing that had happened to me go. "So Lana. How's work?" Bryan asked, breaking the silence as he tried to stir up a conversation. Lana looked up from her plate, gaze flipping between both me and my son before she looked back at her plate once again, nodding. "I guess. It's okay." She said, chewing on her vegetables. "Dad tol
Search Lana's Pov The thought of that night crossed my mind once more. Seeing Sarah with another man made it very clear to me that Donovan wasn't happy in his marriage. All he did with Sarah was tolerate her, probably for Bryan. The night she had hit me on the cheeks all because of Donovan didn't leave my mind. I guess Caroline was right, in some ways, but in this way, it was Sarah's story. The same way you got them could be the same way you lose them. Sarah was never faithful when she knew that Donovan had a wife, she went as far as hitting me in the face while Donovan stood there and did nothing. I chuckled to myself. Karma was indeed a bitch. I glanced up at Donovan whose eyes were on his wife who was occupied with the man she was speaking with, her eyes twinkling with wonder, a little smile playing on her lips. I sipped my juice through the straw. As a woman, I knew that look anywhere. She wasn't just noting everything he was saying, she was interested in that man. I ticked my
Make me Donovan's Pov I released Sarah's hand roughly, causing her to stumble before she quickly regained her balance. I felt disturbed by how stubborn she could be. Bryan was already in his room, sleeping. I couldn't let him overhear our conversation. "You never, listen," I growled menacingly. I'd had enough of her lies. "What is this Donovan? Why would you just drag me out of that restaurant in front of him?!" She yelled, her eyes widening with anger. "You said you had nothing to do with him! Why did you freaking lie to me?" "That's none of your business." She yelled while I chuckled. "None of my business? That's a lot of nerve coming from you. I'm so sick and tired of everything you stand for. You're an unfaithful bitch that just wants to be picked. I can't believe I didn't see all these traits before I got married to you." I said, my tone rising with every single word. "You're comparing me to that bitch aren't you?" She questioned. "Yes! The hell I am!" I was so glad to
On a date night Lana's Pov I can't believe she made me do this. I looked at myself in the mirror, all glammed up. "You didn't have to this extreme though," I said as she fixed my makeup referring to the cuff she had used to stick me to the chair. "We both know you needed it, if you didn't, I wouldn't have had this chance." She said. "It's just a date." I gritted out. "It's not just any date. It's a date with one of the richest men out there. I mean he's ready to settle down too and he already picked interest in you, especially when he realized you're single." She emphasized, and all I could do was sigh. I didn't want to go on this date. But with how she was so insistent on it I guess I just had to go for it. I just hope he will turn out nice. Once she was done with the touching up of my makeup, she stepped back to admire her work. I cocked a brow at my reflection. I looked gorgeous but still felt like a beautiful prisoner in designed clothes. The cuff on my wrist looked