Anika’s P.O.V My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I was on the floor. I sat upright, only to be hit with a pounding headache that made me squirm in pain. I cradled my head, attempting to numb the ache until it subsided, which it eventually did. After calming myself, I surveyed my surroundings, furrowing my brows in confusion. I didn't recognize where I was. As I tried to piece together how I ended up in the room, memories flooded back—from being chased to the moment I was drugged, leading to my blackout. Panic set in, and I glanced around the dimly lit, small room. The only light filtered in from a tiny window far from me. I stood up and walked to the door, banging on it desperately. "Help!" I yelled, close to tears, terrified by the unknown kidnapper. "Somebody, please help me! If you're hearing this, help!" I continued, relentlessly pounding on the door, trying to open it in vain. Despite minutes passing with me still banging, I refused to give up. I hit the door with all my
Anika’s P.O.V My face lit up with happiness, surprise, and curiosity as I attempted to stand. "What are you guys doing here?" I managed to utter, my voice cracking from inactivity. "Anika…" Kelvin said, his voice filled with emotion as he looked at me, tears welling up in his eyes. He rushed forward to hug me, and I couldn't help but cry in response. My eyes then met Andrea, who stood at the entrance with sadness in her eyes. I knew she wanted to hug me but was unsure how. "How did you guys find me?" I asked as Kelvin and I disengaged from the hug. "We'll discuss that later, but now, we have to get out of here before whoever did this to you returns," Kelvin said, helping me stand. I wobbled because I hadn't stood in a long time, and just as I was about to fall due to weak legs, Kelvin steadied me, his hands on my waist, guiding me toward the door. "I swear to god, whoever did this to you is going to pay, I promise," he muttered with anger in his voice as he led me down the sta
Her life had been going exceptionally well, surpassing even her expectations, and she couldn't be more thankful. The current chapter of her life had spread out just as she had hoped, bringing her happiness that had been elusive for a long time. She found herself in a state of peace with no drama surrounding her, and she couldn’t be more grateful to the man above. As she reflected on these thoughts, her phone rang, and a smile lit up her face as she saw her sister's name on the screen. Answering the call, she was greeted by the melodious, high-pitched voice of her sister on the other end. "Hey, Anni," Andrea's voice conveyed happiness over the phone, and at that moment, she sensed that something significant had happened. Andrea wasn't always in such a jubilant mood. "Spill the tea. What's got you so excited?" Anika inquired. "How did you know I was about to share something interesting?" Andrea responded. "Because I'm your sister, and I can sense when exciting things happen to you
Anika let out a sigh as she exited the office room after a recent meeting. The board members of her late father's company had informed her that she was to take over the company shortly, leaving her unsure of what steps to take next. Reflecting on the words of a highly-ranked member of the company, she felt trapped. Throughout her life, Anika had always felt like a solitary figure, lost in a daunting world and her father's passing had intensified that feeling. She struggled to find a sense of purpose, a reason to keep moving forward. However, she found solace and support in her boyfriend, Richard. From the moment they met, Richard had a way of comforting and uplifting her. His words were like a warm embrace, providing a welcome respite from the cold and indifferent world around her. Feeling uncertain about herself and her abilities, Anika decided to turn to Richard for guidance, hoping that he would offer some direction. She picked up her phone and called him, but after a long sile
Anika’s P.O.V I was awakened by the jarring sound of my phone, which woke me up from my sleep. Groaning, I reached out to switch it off, but then realization hit me like a ton of bricks—it was my first day at my father’s company and I was already running late. Hastily, I got up, clutching the sheet to cover my naked body as I gathered my scattered clothes from the floor. The stranger lying in bed, whose name I still didn't know, stirred awake and sat upright, completely exposed, as I hurriedly dressed. "Hey," he muttered in his unappealing morning voice. It wasn't as alluring as I had initially thought. Ignoring him, I continued to dress but he was unfazed by my disinterest in conversation and kept talking. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I'm getting ready for work," I snapped. A chuckle broke the silence, causing me to turn around. He stood up and approached me then he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Come on, don't leave just yet. Let's stay here a while longer," he
Kelvin’s P.O.V I let out a groan as the blaring sound of my alarm pulled me out of my peaceful sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I fumbled to find my phone and stop the endless noise. But as soon as my eyes landed on the time, they widened with panic. Shit. I was running late for my interview. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sprung out of bed, racing to the bathroom. I quickly showered, dressed, and gathered all the necessary items in my office bag. With one last glance at the mirror to make sure my appearance was presentable I rushed out of my bedroom and into the living room. "What the fuck!" The exclamation burst from my lips as I clutched my chest in shock. Someone stood in my living room, catching me completely off guard. "Well, good morning to you too, son. You're finally awake," my mom greeted cheerfully, going about stocking up my fridge with fresh groceries while disposing of the old ones. "Mom, you scared the crap out of me. How did you get in here?" I asked once I
Kelvin's P.O.V. Exhausted from the events of the day, I slumped lazily onto my couch, carelessly tossing my bag onto the floor. Sleep was all I yearned for at that moment. Closing my eyes, my mind drifted back to the interview earlier. I had done my best to answer the questions professionally, but deep down, I knew I wouldn't get the job. The CEO had thrown non-related questions at me, seemingly trying to corner me and get back at me for what I had said to her. I blamed myself for babbling about someone I hadn't even seen to a stranger, not realizing they could be the one. Sighing, I stood up from the couch and headed towards my bedroom to change. On my way, I noticed a note on the kitchen island. It was from my mom, informing me that she had left some food for me in the freezer. A smile crept onto my face as I finished reading the letter. I loved my mom, especially her cooking. After showering and changing, I made myself comfortable in my room, taking out my laptop to browse
Anika’s P.O.V “You’re home already?” my mom asked as I stepped into the house. “Yeah,” I replied and ran into her arms. I missed her so much. “How was your day at the office?” she asked. “Stressful,” I groaned, letting out a yawn. “I figured. Your father also always complained about work every single day but he never skipped a day from the office except when I forced him to take a break,” my mom said, her eyes twinkling at the mention of my dad. “I know right,” I said and we both chuckled. “I miss him so much,” I admitted. “Same here, I wish he was here with us right now,” my mom sighed. “Me too but I know he is looking after us,” I said to her and she nodded. A voice whispered in my head, 'He would still be alive if you hadn’t made that one decision, you killed him.' I muttered the words of my former therapist in my head and tried to calm myself down. 'I didn’t kill him, it was an accident. Accidents happen.' I didn't want Mom to see me in this state. Thankfully, my mom'