KIAN’S POV Before the arrival of the Hanson Group’s chairman, I already had my fingers bunched up in a fist, ready to send it flying in my uncle’s face in a frenzy of rage that had been brewing since the night I saw them together at that restaurant one month ago. I was ready to give it all up–my
“With all due respect sir, she is Leslie Winston, my wife and I do no–” “Then who is the woman beside you, Mr Winston?” He cuts me off and he stares at me knowingly while I struggle to find the right answer to his question. Deep down, I can tell he already knows the answer and I feel the tingles o
KIAN'S POV The ride home that night was just as suffocating as the ride to the plaza earlier that evening. Only this time, it wasn’t because of Beverly’s never ending talks. In fact, she barely said a word during the ride, didn’t even complain about how I almost left the gala without her because I
LESLIE'S POV Today is officially my first day as the new head designer at Hanson's Fashion Company. The day I take on a responsibility that has always been my lifelong dream and it really still feels like a dream. Sometimes, I pinch myself and expect to wake up in my gloomy room, 5am in the morni
BEVERLY’S POV I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I wait, impatience and annoyance coiling inside of me all at once like a venomous snake. It’s dark, eerily so. I hate the dark but I couldn’t care less at this moment since all my senses are busy catering to my pent-up rage to give a damn abo
KIAN'S POV Amidst my mother shoving the idea of another marriage down my throat every chance she gets, and coming home everyday to Beverly who is constantly in my face and even taking up the role of a wife in my home, work is the only way I have been able to cope in the past few days. It’s 8 o'clo
KIAN'S POV Grandfather makes himself comfortable on one of the sofas that adorn my office, sipping on the cup of chamomile tea that Peter prepared for him before leaving me to deal with the problem at hand. A huge one. My grandfather has always been spontaneous, with a child-like and carefree att
LESLIE'S POV “Who did you say is asking to see me?” I ask, wondering if I heard wrong or my personal assistant really just told me that my ex-husband is currently at the company’s lobby, requesting to see me. “I believe his name is Kian Winston, CEO of WS fashion company.” She confirms it again.