Mag-log inLoren’s POV The next day, I took a cab straight to the conference hall. I didn’t want anyone, not even Nigel to follow me. Camille’s idea still had me rattled but as I clutched the share agreement I’d signed, all I could think about was Killian. I was doing it for him and if I had to sacrifice our love for his happiness, I would do it all over again. I stared ahead. I wanted things to happen differently but at this point, I was forced to do this. First Camille had to secure twenty percent shares so I had the power to make the announcement I was about to make. It put me on the board and gave me one shot at bringing music back to Killian. The car pulled to a halt and I got out, immediately surrounded by nosy reporters. The guards led me into the conference hall where all the other reporters were waiting. I remained standing for a moment, every fiber of my being filled with hesitation. However, as I thought of younger Killian’s smile, the path became clearer and I stood straigh
Loren's POV I spent the entire drive home furiously wiping my tears. As I leaned against the door, watching the streets blur, Killian’s words echoed in my head.The image of him walking away, and my repeated attempts to reach out, haunted me. I held back a sob, allowing the tears to fall as I glanced at my vacant finger. I wasn’t sure what went wrong, but I knew Killian was hurting. And it was all because of me. I wrapped my arm around my torso; The one person who had only ever given me happiness — I had hurt that person. I caught Nigel’s gaze from the driver’s mirror. “Time often helps,” he said, keeping his gaze on the road. “Hopefully.”The call pulled to a halt inside the estate and I stepped out, rushing up the stairs toward my old bedroom. I instructed the guards to break down the door. They nervously glanced at each other for a moment before breaking it. I entered and despite being in a vacant room, I was reliving all the moments. When Killian had gifted me the cello,
Loren's POV “Over here, Mrs Whitmore!” a reporter yelled, positioning their cameras to take the millionth photo. The cameras continued flashing, almost blindly as they dominated the entire space. The guests were grinning, and Killian pulled me closer. He had just announced me as the face of Whitmore. The banquet we worked so hard for was almost done. But a question was still burning at the back of my mind. Why did Killian get so upset over the room? He fired all the maids before dawn and even Nigel was instructed to leave for a few days. Pilar seemed equally upset. Their reactions were so heavy that I couldn’t bring myself to announce I went there. And maybe part of me wanted to believe it was about another room. “What's wrong, Loren?” Killian murmured, “Do you want us to stop?” Our eyes locked and I shook my head turning to the camera. While the thoughts plagued me, I became even more determined to surprise Killian. Perhaps playing the Cello would give him some pe
Loren’s POVI blinked away tears as I stared at Killian; he still had the ring open. I covered my face, running my hands through my hair as a sob racked through me. I wasn’t sure I could remember the last time anyone put so much effort into me, or wanted to know me. I..“Loren,” he said, “Are you okay?”I smiled through watery tears and nodded, offering my hand for the ring. Killian accepted my hand with reverence, slipping the stoned diamond onto it. He kissed my hand, pressing it against his cheek as he shut his eyes as if to sink into the moment. I leaned closer, our noses brushing. Just as I attempted to capture his lips in line, the sound of loud clapping filled the rooftop. We pulled apart to see a furious Pilar storming forward. She had confetti in her hair and looked like she had been run over by a car and survived with the sole intention of combusting in front of us. “Great, great, just great!” She snapped. “I’m down here, breaking my back to plan a banquet for the c
Loren’s POV “Loren, you—““Madam?”I turned to see Nigel rushing forward.“Nigel, actually I… I’m a little bit busy. Pilar—“ I turned but she wasn’t there anymore. Where had she gone? She wanted to tell me something. And she looked so upset. I decided to check on her but Nigel continued, “Sir is waiting for you in the garden.”“I’ll be there in a minute.”“It’s urgent, ma’am.”I turned to him.“I’ll check on Ms. Pilar.”I glanced at the stairs one more time before speaking. “Thank you, Nigel.”He froze. “For the court. You managed to convince Lovie to testify against Asher.”He smiled, “It only happened because of you, Madam. You handed her the shares and she took the bait.”I nodded and started walking away, increasing my pace toward the garden. The moment I saw Killian, I would tell him about the cello and Pilar’s reaction. I had never seen her so upset. There was only one person who could answer my questions now. I froze as I noticed there were rose petals scattered aroun
Loren’s POV “…convicted for his crimes, as of this moment, there has been no official comment regarding Asher West’s medical condition; however,” The reporter paused, “Inside sources claim that he’s currently paralyzed. This is Daily News and I’m Clara Vo—“My eyes widened as the TV went dark. Standing beside me, unimpressed, was Pilar with the cable. She dropped it and walked toward me, crossing her arms. “It’s already been a week, and you’re still hung up about this?”“Asher West has been punished; case closed and done, you know what isn’t done?”I sighed, sitting up. “No, Pilar. What isn’t done?”“All the freaking shopping for tomorrow’s banquet.”I offered her a tight smile; the past week felt like a blur. Asher’s accident took the media by storm and he remained in a coma for three full days. I wanted him to get punished, not die.Pilar sighed. “Loren, none of this is your fault.” “He had it coming,”“I know.”“And?”“It doesn’t make me feel better.”She groaned. “Fine then,







