Madeline's POV
Avila.
Mrs Stone.
The thing with Senator Kelly. I was tired.
It had been a week since the news, blogs and articles had carried the news about me and senator Kelly's affair. His wife had come to the company I was to attend the stakeholders meeting and caused a scene, nearly clawing my face off in the process. Vicious Avila Kelly. Vicious bitch!
I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not even for a moment. First I had to do all but worry about the scandal and how it would definitely affect Isabella Stone's view of me. I hoped that it wouldn't.
But yet I couldn't bring myself to see her. I had stayed cooped up in my house until I was sure I would go mad.
As much as I wanted to unwind and enjoy the spa day that I had gifted myself, I knew I had to make a decisio
Adam's POV"You're done with all of them?"My assistant gasped, staring at the pile of documents that stood as tall as her on my desk. Hell if I were in her shoes as well, I would be surprised. But I had done the work. I sat through every single one of those documents for a week and I knew exactly how backbreaking working on them had been."You know Lillian, a true assistant would not sound so shocked. I've been on them for a week." I said, feeling quite proud of myself. It had been pure madness, but running a five star company was pure madness in the first place. Along with all the unwanted attention that came with it."There were six hundred documents, Mr Stone. They were supposed to last you two weeks if I remember the schedule correctly. Doing that amount of paperwork in a week is insane. How are you even talking right now?"I laughed at her word
Eve's POV"Eve!" Tom bellowed upstairs. I dropped the ladle I had been using to mix the porridge and sighed. What was it now? What did he want? He had woken up in a foul mood that morning and so was determined that everyone else had a bad mood as well.I glanced behind me to see Nuren, our maid, wiping the dishes with a sour look on her face. I couldn't blame her, I was close to crying, myself."Eve!" Tom bellowed again and grudgingly, I walked out of the kitchen to see him standing on the stairs that led up to our bedroom."Yes Tom,""Don't "Yes To" me!" He snapped, half dressed with his white shirt and black suit pants. There was a tie hanging off his neck, halfway done. "Where's my tie?!"I frowned, cocking my head to the side. "What tie?""Don't give me that dumb look! I told you to pick
Madeline's POV"What now?" When John had suggested meeting outside, I had almost called him the hunchback of Notre Dame. Except the hunch bank was quite smart and John wasn't.Okay perhaps that wasn't entirely true as I came to find out.I had refused at first because the press attacks had worsened! I thought they had reduced for a while, but Avila found new pictures of me and her dear late husband, spread them all over the news like the attention seeker she was and now the nation was out for my blood again.So freaking annoying!I could barely leave the house, without being swarmed by reporters. So when John had suggested meeting at a cafe to discuss his findings on Avila and anything else to use against Adam, I had shot him down. Technically he deserved it. He hadn't said the important bit first.H
Eve's POV"You'll come?" Anabelle asked and I nodded, gripping the phone tightly against my ears. Was I sure about this? Tom could come anytime and I would be done for!And in the past one week, when had Tom ever come home early? The rebellious voice in my head snapped. When has he?! This is your one chance!It was. I ought to be stronger than this right? Besides, I wasn't planning on staying so long. I just wanted to have a normal day, for once. It had been ten years since I had been enslaved to Tom. Ten solid years with little human interaction and just these four walls to keep me company. My world wss bleak. Too bleak.I had one chance to go out, I ought to grab it by the horns."I'll come," I mumbled. "We just... We can't go too far," I said, feeling my stomach turn queasy at the thought of going out on my own.Th
Eve's POVTurns out we weren't going far at all. Anabelle had listened and I couldn't be more grateful."Found this place while I was trying to do a U-turn," Anabelle explained as she swerved into the car park. It was a mini cafe named Mortys. It was so cute and I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it along the road. I had lived in that estate for some years.Granted I didn't go out much, but that didn't mean I shouldn't have noticed a cafe by the street."I'm sure you've come here sometimes," Anabelle mumbled, looking apologetic. "I just wanted a place where we can see the estate gate from a distance because I know you'll spend the entire time worrying about getting home unscathed.""I never knew this place existed," I chuckled at the look of horror on her face. "Thank you for considering my anxiety though."."How do you no
Author's POVIt was easy, he decided, running his hand on the rim of the glass as he watched the people.of New York jump and dance to a song that literally had no lyrics and was all rhythm.It was easy to fool humans. To make them yearn for something right within their reach. It was easy to make them do one's bidding. As long as one knew how to and what buttons to press.There in the crowd from the height where he stood, he could hear the chatterings, the laughter, the gossiping friends and those who were drunk as hell. He could hear everything.Yet Micheal Hamilton felt nothing.Nothing for the humans lying down around the place, drunk, lost and looking for an excuse to live. He felt nothing for the bartenders who had to weave through the crowd of hungry, thirsty drunks while making sure the drinks remained in the glass cups they hoisted
Author's POVThe man dropped dead, his body hitting the ground with a thump. There were several other bodies scattered around him and they all had a clean shot to the head.It was a cold night. The wind whipped around Micheal's jacket as he stared down at the bodies sprawled on the floor. This was the heart of New York city. A place with tall skyscrapers that looked like they would kiss the sky.He stood on one of them, dressed in a hooded black coat and with a sniper set up, glaring into the distance."Target confirmed dead," The earpiece in his ear rang with someone's voice."I know, Andy. I killed the bastard," Micheal said dryly, feeling annoyed.Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. He had taken bourbon because it didn't make him tipsy easily. But it seemed it made him feel his emotions in a h
Adam's POV"Good morning Mr Stone!"Paula. Her voice rang through the house and I groaned. She had been way too active ever since she had come back from her break. I tugged at my tie,keeping a straight face as I knotted it in the mirror.Was she always this active? I didn't remember her being this active. Hell half the time I forgot she was there. She was always so quiet and demure and in the background.But lately all I had been getting were yells and loud clashing of pans and shit in the kitchen. I hadn't said a word because I thought that perhaps she felt awkward for her behavior the last time. But it was getting too damned much and I was close to the end of the fucking rope.I gave the tie one final tug, satisfied with how it looked and walked out of the bedroom. Right there in the hallway, not so far from my bedroom was my maid Paula