Kia's POV"Hell no, Kia, did you see the Star News interview?" Hazel screamed with excitement the minute she got back from shopping. At first glance, you would see that she did more than shopping. Her three-day-old nails were removed, and a fresh nail extension was added. Her hair was packed in an updo with new light brown highlights, and from the smell of the scented oils, you could tell she had a spa massage. I winced just thinking about the amount of money debited from my card. So much for 'shopping'."Nah, I could not watch the interview; what.. what happened?" I lied, running a hand through my hair. "Too bad you couldn't. The famous CEO of Tracian Stitches was featured. You remember her, right?""Yeah... you talked about her this morning," I clicked my fingers, reassuring her that I remembered who she was referring to."You remember! It's unlike you remember, anyway, yeah that one... Can you believe she was interviewed right after I talked about her?" she bragged, obviously pro

Tracy's POVDescending from the stairs, Kian's voice echoed through the house, "Kian, have you taken your drugs?" I queried, stomping harder on the stairs."No, Mom, I will when I'm done with my schoolwork.""How often will I tell you to take a break from schoolwork," I demanded, with furrowed eyebrows, arms crossing my chest tightly"I'm sorry, momma, but I love my schoolwork, and I know that I must study hard to make you and Uncle Garvin and Aunty Lisa proud." He pressed, caressing my cheeks with gentle strokes."I see. Now I have to share my child with the crowd," I teased, pinching his cheeks playfully.No, momma, he exclaimed, I love you the most, and I'm studying hard for you, he insisted, cupping my face in his little palms, "but you do know that Uncle Garvin and Aunty Lisa are more like family to us.""Look at you sounding all mature," I pinched his cheeks harder."Ouch! Momma, it hurts," he protested, wiggling futilely to free himself from my grip."I'm sorry," putting my han

Kia's POVHer hips swung from left to right as she sashayed towards a group of men. Her kneel-length peach-colored dress clung tightly to her curves, the dress's color complimenting her fair skin. Her hair fell over her shoulders in a wavy curl and swung as she walked. My gaze did not leave her as men and women fawned over in an attempt to get an autograph signed or for collaborations. "I'm sorry, but I do not know you," her words resounded. The image of her face was imprinted in her mind. I returned to my seat, watching her from afar to avoid attracting people's attention. Her smile was radiant as she spoke, lighting her entire face with warmth and joy."Kia.. Kia, is something bothering you?" Hazel's shrill voice came behind me, tapping my shoulders as she spoke."Geez, Hazel, must you show your lack of culture everywhere, I snapped, turning abruptly to her, eyes filled with range."someone's in a sour mood; alright, I'll let ya be," she hissed, taking a long sip of her cocktail dr

 Tracy's POV  I lay in bed twirling all night, thoughts of Kia's appearance robbing me of all the sleep I should have been getting...Why was he here? I had asked myself that question several, but I still couldn't provide the answers to them. Of all places, why did you come here? If only he knew I didn't come here, I was chosen to be here. If only he knew how much hardships I had gone through.  "But the mate bond," Crystal trailed off.  Scratch that Crystal. Fuck the damn bond. He must have gotten a new partner after all. Or even worse, get married to Amber. I did notice that he was sitting with a lady earlier, though when I tried getting a better look at her, she was no longer there. I was seeing things again, I concluded. Kia was no longer a part of my life, and he didn't deserve to be a part of my life or Kia

  Kia's POV. Why would she, of all places, live with Garvin? From everything I've gathered, she is doing relatively well to afford a comfortable apartment. Was she really in a relationship with Garvin? And if so, why has she not bothered rejecting our mate bond, or was she waiting for the right occasion? "So, sir, do you still want to go there?"  "Yes, yes, take me there."  "Should I call for backup?" "And why is that?" "Just in case, sir." "In case of what? Use your words, Kyle." I snapped, not in the mood for suspense. "Just in case they get aggressive." "But we aren't going with a war proposal, are we?" "So that means no backup?" "No backup." I insisted. "Plus, we wouldn't be going in. We