FAZER LOGINMy heart jumped into my mouth for a second until Grandma spoke up.“What were you two discussing?” she asked. “And you haven’t introduced me, Loren.” she said, “Who is he?”Relief washed over me, she clearly hadn’t heard us. Before I could muster a response, Killian closed the distance between them and offered his hand for a handshake. “I’m Killian Whitmore, her boss.”Grandma’s eyes sparkled, “Then you’re invited too,” She accepted his hand.I raised an eyebrow, “To what, Grandma?”She scrunched her nose in confusion. “Have you forgotten because we have been apart for seven years? My birthday is in two days!” she pointed out and my eyes widened.“That's not all,” she grinned. “I want you to handle planning everything, alright dear? I have been away for too long and now, I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”She glanced at Killian and something flickered in her eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Your boss can stay over for the celebration, the more the merrie
Loren's POV “Go on Killian,” I said, “Let's settle this once and for all.”I stepped closer. “No more guessing. Is this marriage real or fake?”My heart pounded in my chest and just as he parted his lips to speak, the sound of my phone ringing shattered the moment. I grabbed it, instinctively moving to end the call when I saw the caller's name. My eyes widened. That number hadn’t called me in seven years. If it was calling now…My hand trembled but I picked it up, pressing it against my ear. “Mrs. West collapsed,” My eyes widened. “She kept calling for you so we found your number, please come to City Hospital as soon as possible.”The phone slipped from my grasp and Killian’s voice followed. “Loren?” he asked, “Loren, what happened?”I didn’t get to answer him. I was already rushing out of the house, tears blinding my vision as I hailed a cab. My body shook as I entered the car. I wiped my tears countless times but no matter how many times I wiped my tears, I couldn't see any
Loren’s povThe words left my mouth before I could stop them, and I glanced around, my breath hitching as I realised what I’d just said. “What did you just say?” Asher snapped, narrowing his eyes. “I know you heard me clearly the first time,” I snarled, locking eyes with him. “So drop this drama and wake up, Asher West.”I grabbed Killian's wrist and started walking away. Leaving was impossible though, reporters blocked every exit, the camera lights flashing more than they’d ever done.“Just one photo, please!” They begged.“What a lovely couple!”“No way! They are definitely THE power couple of the year!”“How does it feel to be the face of Whitmore Media and Mr Whitmore’s wife?”“That’s enough photos for now,” Killian said. “Please, just one more photo!”“Mr. Whitmore,” The investor from earlier blocked our way, his eyes flickered with shame. “I want to apologize for discrediting Mrs. Whitmore.”“Oh really?” Killian snarled, “You want to apologize because she’s Miss Whitmore don’
Loren’s POVI swallowed my doubts and brushed past Lovie, walking toward the podium where the Cello was. I sat down, my hand trembling as I picked up the bow. I glanced at Killian, and his gaze was steady, unwavering. The bow grazed the strings and Lovie chuckled. “Please don’t be annoyed everyone, my sister hasn’t played in years, she is just like her mother,”Again, she was dragging my mother into it. Our eyes locked. “You were talking about my mother right?” Lovie said, smiling. “At least she wasn’t a failure like your mother was and you’ll be.”“It’s good that she’s dead, she would have died from shame watching you.”My grip on the bow tightened. My mind traveled back thirteen years. The moment Mother found out her husband of seventeen years had cheated on her and had a thirteen-year-old daughter. That too, with the assistant she saved from the streets. She rushed out of the house and didn’t look back, even as I called her multiple times.I saw her again that night, but
Loren's Pov “Loren will definitely perform. She is an excellent cellist.”Everyone, including the investors turned to see Killian Whitmore standing at the entrance. He didn’t wait a second before strolling into the hall and standing beside me. “Her performance will leave no room for doubt”My heart was still pounding, threatening to implode in my chest. Each passing moment felt like a noose wrapped around my neck, making it harder and harder to breathe. “If anything,” Killian squeezes my hand. “You should be worried for yourself, you’re about to lose publicly and people never recover from that.”“You—”“If I were you, I’d choose my words properly. You are standing on my property, at my banquet, and speaking about my–” I tugged on him: No, if he said I was his wife now, things would go even farther. “Your what?” Lovie’s eyes flickered to mine. “Your lover?”My grip on Killian’s arm tightened.“Mr. Whitmore, you’re the CEO of the Whitmore Group, the most influential and wealthy gr
Loren's pov Our eyes locked and my lips moved before I could even think. “2004, youngest principal cellist of Miami’s symphony,” I started, causing the murmurs to fade into the background “Winner of Miami International Cello competition, first performer at Arsht Center…”“What are you saying? Are you both insane and crippled?” Lovie sneered. I laughed. “I’m not insane, you’re just not used to winning at all, so of course you don’t even know what these achievements are, or what they mean.”“Neither do you, nor did your mother—““Loren!”“Lower your voice.” I spat, glaring at the guests. “You’ve been singing her praises for so long, go on, name one award she’s won. Name one show she’s headlined— name one place she’s played at.”I grabbed a chair, “I’ll wait.”“You’re crossing the line now, Loren.”“You tore the line a long time ago, did you forget?” I bit back. “They still can’t answer what qualifies you as a star.”“Do you know why?” I asked, and her nostrils flared. “Because the







