All Chapters of A Secretary's Vendetta: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Micheal POV:I watched her for a brief moment, all alone just staring at my art on the wall. I wasn't surprised she seemed to enthralled with it, I've been told how captivating my art is and how it's capable of putting people in a trance."Are you going to meet her or you are planning to just stand stare" Cal said jolting me back.I realized I was also feeling a trance like effect just staring at her, her enthralling aura was a thousand fold the art. She looked so beautiful I could only glare, I have ran into two to three times and knew by how much her body has changed but never in my wildest dream did I imagine the woman right infront of me. Everything about her oozed magnificence, from her flaxen hair that hung above her shoulder to her toe covered by the splitted flowing gown she was wearing and the rich part of her thigh of the other leg that was there to ogle at, her arm was also exposed and so was a rich part of her cleavage I can see from a distance. How did she become so beaut

Aurora POV:I woke up squinting at the bright light overhead. Someone was rubbing something cool on the back of my hand, but the slickness quickly turned to a jab of pain. I flinched and turned my head. A nurse was securing an IV into my hand with tape. An IV? I was in the hospital? Pain slithered between on my temples, fogging my thoughts, and the bleach smell wafting off the sheets turned my stomach. The last thing i remembered was talking to Mr. Angelo at the party.Then, nothing.I felt a wave of drowsiness sweep through me, whatever was in the IV was making me ....I Fade out. I woke up again to a beeping sound. I was not oblivion to my surroundings this time , a strong familiar stench filled my nose, it was the hospital that have such amalgam of smell emanating from varied sources, ranging from strong cleaning agents to the smell of drugs. Faces poke through the haze, linger, fade away. They peer down, ask me questions. They all ask questions. Do I know who I am? Do I hurt any

Michael POV:When I was driven to the police station, I was so confident Cal would get me out in an heartbeat, I threw low jibs and obvious insults in their face. They both took it without uttering a reply, except Mark who grunted some inaudible replies a few times.The confidence and arrogance soon dissipated into thin air when I was thrown into a little concrete cell, devoid of anything to sit or rest on. I wasn't allowed so much as a phone call and the cuffs were left on my wrists. They were smart to realize, the person I was confident would get me out can't, if he doesn't know I was here. And they were right, Cal can only get me out if he knew where I was. I threated them at first, told them I was a lawyer and they had no right to keep me confined without a phone call. I told them I could sue the whole department and won't stop at that I will make sure they lose their jobs. They simply ignored my threats and watched me like a mad man, they knew I will give up at some point and I

Micheal POV:I knew it was almost midday, I could tell by the crowd in the police station which was thickening. The claustrophobic sensation of being in a locked facility was starting to hit. I started pacing the length of the tiny holding cell. The cold handcuffs confining my wrists, I knew they purposely kept on to make me suffer even more. I finally sat on the hard concrete floor with sweat trickling down my back. To make life worst, I couldn't shut out the annoying sounds of People shifting about in the waiting room, officers discussing cases behind the glass, phones ringing, doors buzzing, keys jingling, electronic doors clicking open, the quiet murmur of dispatchers speaking into headsets, officers interviewing a suspect, the rattle of a suspect’s handcuffs as he answers questions. I would have plugged my ear with my fingers but there was a limitation to how far apart my fingers can go.But despite the causes of frustration emanating from varied sources, I was worried sick ab

Michael POV:I got more miserable with every minute. I had enough time to think about my involvement in her death. Leo was right, it was all my fault, I shouldn't have allowed her to leave my side. I was at my lowest, tired, hungry and distraught. I had no idea what to do or say, I just simply lay on the cold concrete floor and waited for whatever was coming. I knew the feeling will only get worse, I couldn't see myself escaping from the guilt anytime soon. It would weigh me down for a very long time. I took a peak at the clock hanging on the wall, it read a quarter of an hour before 7 pm. I couldn't see outside world, but I knew the sun would be hiding it's last rays of light by now. I couldn't believe I would be spending another day at the police station, sleeping on the hard cold concrete.Just like the fading rays of light outside, my hope dwindled. I finally gave up and tried to get some shut eye, perhaps it would reduce the hunger I was feeling. I was finally drifting awa