MasukCindy pov I should have slapped him. That was my first thought when Drego said he wanted to âlieâ with me.After everything, after tying me up, after humiliating me, after dragging my name into this madness.He had the nerve, and yet⌠When he said it, my body betrayed me in the worst way possible.Four months. Four long, dry, frustrating months. Four months of sleeping alone, of pretending I didnât miss the weight of a man beside me. Of acting strong while my nerves were constantly on edge, of wanting David to just look at me the way a man looks at a woman. Not like a boss studying performance reports, but a man who was sexually attracted to a woman. I wanted David, I wanted his steadiness, his protection, and how orderly he was. But desire doesnât follow logic, he was yet to see me and I wonder if he ever wouldBut Drego? Drego was reckless, and even though he was emotional baggage, he was the type of man who didnât ask permission with his eyes. The type who made you feel wanted
DREGOâs POVThe news was everywhere.Television screens in my apartment, Blogs, news notifications, and police statements.Cindyâs face stared back at me from every platform where the news was broadcast, like she was some princess in distress.Thrive Treasury secretary is missing!!!I sat back in my chair while Jide read updates from his phone to me.âBoss⌠this thing is becoming so serious,â he said carefully. âI think itâs not just the police anymore, David activated his private security. Theyâre tracing movements, and checking cameras across districts.âI rubbed my jaw slowly. David never did anything halfway. If he were personally involved, this would escalate quickly, more than I expected.âYou guys made sure to deactivate CCTv footage on the night she was abducted right?ââYes, sir we did. For two hours it didnât function, until we were doneâ Jide replied assuredBefore I could respond, my phone rang, I checked and it was Elena. I smirked before picking up. âTo what do I owe th
DAVIDâs POVI went home late Friday night with a headache pounding behind my eyes. The business dinner, the long drive. And then thereâs Cindy whoâs been silent and cold the entire day, it all felt strangely connected, but I brushed it off. She was emotional since Thursday; maybe she was just going through the normal woman moments and needed her time. But by Saturday morning, something felt wrong, very wrong.I unlocked my laptop at 8:45 a.m., ready to review the financial summaries Cindy usually uploaded every morning without fail. She never missed a deadline, not even once since the day I hired her.Except today. Her folder was empty. I refreshed and rechecked after an hour, still nothing. I checked my email, also empty. I got agitated. âCindy⌠what are you doing?âShe was efficient, overly meticulous. If she didnât send files, then something was definitely off.I dialed her number. Ring⌠ring⌠Then her voicemail clicked on.âThatâs odd,â I muttered. She always picked up her phone,
DREGOâs POVI couldnât sleep well for days. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Cindy standing in that boutique with her loud mouth, pointing at me like I was some cheap loser who had nothing better to do than chase her around Los Angeles. The embarrassment, the way the salesgirls stared at me, the way Elena looked at me like I disgusted her, kept replaying, burning, and stinging my mind.No woman had ever bruised my ego before. But Cindy? She stabbed right through it, and I wasnât going to let it go. Not this time, she needs to learn a few lessons My boysâJide, Malaki, and Collinsâsat in my living room as I paced back and forth, still feeling that helpless anger bubbling in my chest.âShe humiliated me,â I said, slamming my fist on the table. âIn front of Elena, her workers. She said words she shouldnât have, spat on my face, and compared me to David. Imagine the effrontery.âJide, the calm one, nodded slowly. âBoss, we understand, but we need a plan if we must apprehend her
ELENA POVMy anger was boiling to the point that my fingers trembled. I couldnât believe Cindy had the audacity to embarrass me in front of my own staff. And now Drego was standing here like a wounded saint.âDrego,â I breathed, holding the counter for balance, âplease leave.âHe stepped closer, voice low and troubled.âElena, youâre making a mistake. Listen to meâŚââNo,â I snapped. âI donât want to hear anything.âHis eyes flashed. âCindy is lying to you. You think Iâd ever sneak into her house? For what?ââAnd the wound?â I pointed at the bandage on his hand. âExplain that.âHe hesitated for a second.My heart sank. âExactly.ââElena, stop,â he said sharply. âIt was a fight. A guy came to my lounge yesterday to cause trouble. A broken glass, rising chaos and I handled it. Thatâs all.âI folded my arms, unimpressed. âWow, such a Convenient story.âHe gritted his teeth. âSo you believe her over me?ââI donât believe anybody, Iâm tired Drego, I really am. Can we call this quits, letâs
CINDYâs POVMelisa had barely stepped into her apartment before she started screaming my name like she had fire burning her tongue.âCINDYYYYY! You wonât believe what I just saw today!âI walked out of the guest room tying my scarf. âWhat is it again? Who annoyed you this time?âShe dropped her handbag dramatically on the couch. âElena.âThat one name alone made my stomach tighten. These days I donât even want to hear that name again, it upsets me.âWhat about her?âMelisa sat, crossed her legs, and leaned forward like a gossip reporter.âI went to her boutique today, and guess who I saw coming there⌠in broad daylight⌠like he owned the building?âI blinked. âWho?ââDrego.âMy jaw dropped. âYouâre lying.ââCindy, I was standing right there! And guess what? Elena pretended to me like she didnât know him. She even rushed me out like I was disturbing something.âI stood slowly, heart racing.âShe pretended⌠not to know Drego?ââYes! And she acted like he was just an ordinary guest, as i







