Semua Bab STONE HEARTED: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"What does it look like I'm doing, you friggin' jerk?" I seethed, my voice filled with frustration and anger. "-breaking up with you, that's it. You claim to love me, but it's all lies. You're just like the rest, Richard. Once again, I've foolishly allowed myself to be fooled by charming smiles and fake personalities. I genuinely thought you were different, that you were perfect, unlike the rest. But I was wrong, Richard. You're the worst of them all," I shouted, feeling the intensity of my emotions overpower me. Slamming my bedroom door in his face, a strange mix of satisfaction and regret washed over me and at that moment, I could have sworn I heard the satisfying sound of his nose breaking against the door. Good! He deserved it, even more than that. He was such a fake, manipulative person, disguised as a caring and loving partner. I didn't know why I dated him in the first place. Now, I'm sure you're all wondering what on earth is going on. Don't worry, I'll give you a little pr

Anika's P.O.V I parked my car in the company's parking lot behind the building. It took me quite a while to find it. Thankfully, I had the address and the internet maps helped a lot. I chose to work at this branch because it was conveniently located near my house; only an hour's drive. Plus, it was my dad's favorite company, as it was the first company he built. As I stepped out of my car, I couldn't help but admire the changes the company had undergone. It had become even more beautiful than it was before. The last time I visited was when I was in 9th grade and my dad insisted on taking me out of school for the day to teach me about 'handling a business'. I was so angry at him that day because I had never been fond of work, especially since I was an only child. Looking up at the big sign with the words "ADOWNS OIL AND GAS" inscribed on it, I couldn't help but chuckle at the name. It seemed a bit lame and made no sense. My parents could be a little crazy when it came to me, espec

Kelvin's P.O.V A man was called into the interviewing office ahead of me, and after about five minutes, he came out with tears in his eyes. I then knew that he didn't get the job, and I could only imagine how tough the interviewer must have been. I felt a sense of fear creep over me as I thought about what I was about to face. The next person was called in, and as he walked out, he had a disappointed look on his face and it was clear that he hadn't been successful either. I felt a surge of pity for everyone who got denied, the interviewer must have had extremely high standards and I needed to be ready for them all or I would have a bad look like them. Needing a moment alone, I excused myself to go to the restroom. After asking for the restroom, I walked toward it and it was surprisingly huge, almost the size of my room. It provided a serene atmosphere, a welcome relief from the tension building up inside me. I approached one of the stalls and took a moment to relieve myself. Af

Kelvin's P.O.V Using my spare key, I unlocked the door and stepped inside my house, knowing full well that Mom was still at work. Closing the door behind me, I headed straight to my room. My bags found their place in a drawer, and I neatly arranged my shoes where they belonged after taking them off. Unlike the typical messy stereotype, my room was impeccably organized. I was different from most guys, not a fan of untidiness. Disorder always got under my skin with everything I saw. I was a neat freak. Shrugging off my office attire, I tossed them into the laundry basket for the dirty clothes. Opting for comfort, I changed into a black T-shirt and blue jeans. Although I initially considered microwaving leftover pasta from the freezer, I changed my mind and chose to order pizza instead. My phone emerged from my jeans pocket, and I swiftly ordered a pepperoni pizza from a nearby restaurant. Grabbing an orange juice from the fridge, I poured it into a glass, taking a sip to curb m

Kelvin's P.O.V "Hello, handsome," the lady who flirted with me and made me feel uncomfortable said. "Hmm... hi," I answered plainly, trying to distance myself from her advances. "I asked for your number yesterday; you promised you would get back to me, but you didn't," she pouted, feigning disappointment. "I forgot," I lied, hoping to put an end to the conversation. I settled down on my new office chair, deliberately positioning myself a bit farther from her. "So, you're the person I would be sharing this office with?" I inquired, attempting to change the subject. "Yeah, we would be great together, right?" she asked, a hint of seduction in her voice. "Hmm, I guess," I replied nonchalantly, not interested in entertaining her flirting. "I'm Stephen," she introduced herself, offering her hand for a handshake. "Well, I'm Kelvin," I responded, politely shaking her hand. "Nice name," she complimented, still holding onto my hand a bit longer than necessary. "What do you think of t