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.
KIAN’S POV She’s like a raging ball of fire when she steps out of the car, visibly shaking with rage that is nothing like I have ever seen before. It almost deters me, almost rips apart the courage with which I used to accost her after hours of waiting. Almost. I am no fool. I knew from the secon
I cover the distance between the cars in two strides, cornering her and shutting back the door with a loud bang that echoes throughout the empty lot and Leslie’s eyes go wide. “Did you not hear me? I said grandfather is back.” Leslie’s eyes hold no other emotion at those words other than the an
TRAVIS' POV I am restless, pacing the front porch of Sir Hanson’s home. Clenching and unclenching my fists. Cracking my knuckles repeatedly out of a sheer force of habit, anxiety and maybe even a small hint of anger. It’s a little past 7pm, an hour and a little past the normal time Leslie is supp
“You don’t have to explain again, Travis. I know you’re only looking out for me and I am grateful.” She says softly and I nod. She goes silent after that as if contemplating her next words, perhaps a response to the question I asked earlier. “I already handled Kian. He won’t show his face around m