All Chapters of IN LOVE FOR US: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lenore's POV“We need to talk, Dad. I faced my dad in our big, old house, filled with the smell of books and wood. I took a deep breath and said, “Dad, I want to make my way. I don’t want people to think I’m just a rich kid.”My dad looked at me, surprised. “Lenore, you have everything here. Why go out into the tough world?”“Because I need to show that I’m more than just a heiress. I want to work for my success,” I replied, feeling strong.We argued back and forth, our voices echoing in the room. But in the end, my dad’s eyes softened. “Okay, Lenore. If you want to learn, go ahead.” He gave me a card. “Start with this company. Show them what you’re made of.”I looked at the card—Knight Industries. It belonged to Dad's friend, so I heard. “But Dad, I can't work at a friend's company; this isn't what I want to do.“The only way I can let you have your way is if you apply there. More objections, and I'd have you grounded," my dad said without looking at me.I felt like my dad knew somet

A Sabotaged Plan“Who is she, Trent, and what is she doing here? She walked towards me and looked at me like she wanted to devour me.“Yvonne, what are you doing here? Trent turned back and walked towards her.I stood aside and looked at her. Who was she? Could she be the person Trent was engaged to?“Did you recruit a female secretary baby? I told you I wanted a male one; you know how much I hate you being around other girls apart from me, she said aloud like she wanted me to hear.‘“You have to fire her," she added. Trent just sat and said nothing to her whinings. He looked exhausted, and I left them to talk.“What does she mean he has to fire me? I thought about what his so-called fiance said. What was that about? What does she mean he has to fire me?I scoffed and packed my bags ready to leave for the day. I thought about going back to Trent's office and having him inform him that I was leaving for the day, but I decided against it.The night was long as I was tired and hurried to

Trent's POVI drove into my father's mansion with Yvonne and Mr. Donovan, her father. It was Friday, and I always spent the night at my father's. It was like a tradition that I got used to. We always had dinner and chatted about little things. But today, Yvonne insisted she wanted to come along with her father.The night was long and cold, and we all sat around the big dining table in my father's mansion. It was just dinner, and it looked like he had prepared a feast. Yvonne and Mr. Donovan were around, and they made jokes with my father.“Trent, I heard about what happened in the conference room today. Yvonne told me you employed a new secretary who has been in a dilemma since she started work,” my father, Dave, said as he chewed on his food.I glanced over at Yvonne, and she just smiled at me. I couldn't believe she told my father about company-related matters.“It's taken care of, Father; you have nothing to worry about. I replied.“Father, you needed to see what happened today; it

Trent's POVThe hospital room became colder than when I first brought my father in; I didn't know maybe it was just me. My fingers kept hitting slightly the armrest of the stiff chair; a drum-like noise echoed gently from it. My leg bounced and moved sweetly as if the movement could speed up time. My eyes were heavy, but I couldn't sleep as my heart was filled with pain. The sterile scent of the antiseptic filled the air, mixing with the low hum of machines and soft murmurs from the hospital staff on night-shift. Every minute stretched was filled with uncertainty. My father was right there in the hospital emergency room, fighting for his life. The door explained that he was stable; however, stable didn't mean safe, not after what had happened. It's been hours that I have been here; the night has turned morning, and I am still waiting to see if my father could get up from his seat and be able to speak with me. His last words about Lenore echoed deeply in my ears. I didn't want to thin

Leneora POVMy hands trembled slightly as I stared at the piles of papers Mr. Trent had given me to work on. And I wasn't certain if I could finish it within the few days he mentioned he would be away. As I placed it right on my table and took a deep sigh, my heart was filled with his thoughts; I couldn't even focus or do anything. I lean back on my chair and realize something was off about him; it wasn't about his scream; he looked different and very stressed. Like he had so much he had been battling with. I wish I could help; however, my presence disgusted him; he wouldn't even inform me of anything. I tried to remove his thoughts from my heart momentarily because I didn't understand why my heart wouldn't stop thinking about him. I inhaled deeply and started flipping through the papers. I needed to start as soon as possible to give him some certain assurance that I was capable. As I checked through the papers, I realized that they were mostly routine, things I was already familiar