“Let’s get married, Kian.” I choke on the water, spurting it all over my clothes. I cough repeatedly while Beverly tries to help by taking one of the napkins on our table and reaching out to wipe the stain on my shirt with it but I take it from her to do it myself, looking around to see if anyone
CHAPTER FOURTEEN LESLIE’S POV It may seem like I am in control in this unexpected run in with Kian but it is nothing but a facade. Deep inside of me, it feels like I am going to explode from the way my heart pumps blood faster through my veins. It takes everything I have to keep myself from tremb
Travis tenses angrily beside me and he makes a move towards Beverly but I stop him, shaking my head. He huffs in annoyance. Beverly isn’t worth it and she is just as shallow as the man who put that baby inside of her. I brush off the accusation because I know that is not who I am. Instead, I turn ar
CHAPTER FIFTEEN LESLIE’S POV The concept of home for me has repeatedly changed in the last three years and also in the past one week. As of now, home is the suburban mansion whose garage Travis is currently pulling into. He parks his car amidst the many other sleek cars that scream luxury and weal
With that, I walk into my room before he can say another word. ************************************************************** A lot of things have changed since leaving Kian’s home. My mornings are no longer characterized by the rush to assist the maids in making his meal while also getting pre
CHAPTER SIXTEEN TRAVIS' POV Honoring the promise I made to Leslie meant setting aside everything else that needs my attention today just to talk some sense into the egoistic moron I have for a nephew. My first two attempts at reaching him through a phone call and an office visit failed, leaving m
Hannah practically drags me with her into the house. “What is going on?” I ask the moment she lets me go. “Kian’s marriage, you need to talk to him.” Of course, Hannah knows what’s going on. “Look, if you’re going to tell me to convince him not to sign those divorce papers, then—” Hannah’s face
LESLIE’S POV Pain is the first thing I register as soon as my consciousness returns. It shows no mercy, tearing through every joint, every muscle and even skin, rendering me a total mess on the smooth surface I can feel my body writhing on. My eyes open and close repeatedly in an attempt at blink