MasukLyvanne's POV… “Look,” I said, lightly rubbing my temple with my left palm in frustration. “Right now I'm not in a good state. Whatever it is, just say it on the phone. I'll reply to all your questions.”“Then I'm afraid to tell you that you're not safe right now,” Matteo warned; his words were stark and sincere. “What if I share with you that your home that you're going to right now is not safe?”“What!?” I exclaimed, taken aback by Matteo's words. That was threatening.“What…what are you talking about?” My voice cracked, my ears itching for Matteo's response.“Come to the station for more information,” he responded yet with that seriousness once again. “Your safety is more important right now. You'll attend to your health challenges or emotional turmoil later. See you soon…”“Wait! Wait, Matteo,” I said repeatedly, trying to get a clearer view of what he was saying, but he had already hung up. “Gosh,” I exclaimed, claspin
Vivienne's POV…As we sat back on the couch, we watched Rovan walk out of the room, hoping for Lyvanne to say something, but she didn't. I didn't either.Why should I?It's my first time meeting him. I never knew him to begin with.Immediately he was out of sight, my gaze finally averted away from the door to Lyvanne, who seemed lost in thought. I watched her for a few minutes, wondering what to say. I thought she would be happy to see Rovan considering what transpired between her and Alexander Saint earlier, not knowing I was wrong.I sighed in deep relief as I finally decided to call her back to reality by tapping her shoulder. She jolted, flashing her almost swollen eyes on me.“Gosh,” she clasped her palms against her face.“Sorry,” I apologized. “I didn't mean to scare you…”Before I could complete my words, someone stepped into the living room without knocking.“Sorry, ma'
Lyvanne's POV… Vivienne and the young man, who were so engrossed in a discussion that needed no interaction, finally halted, shifting their gazes away from each other to me. His eyes widened more as his gaze fell on me. It was written all over him how much he had missed me, but whose fault was it that we missed contacts? Certainly not mine. “Look who we have here.” Before my friend could even say a word, he already took the lead. He placed the drink in his hand on the round transparent glass table in front of him as I heard my name escape his lips, “Lyvanne Morales, the most courageous and beautiful young businesswoman I have ever seen.” “Hey, don't just stand there like a statue,” Vivienne, who has been quiet since I stepped into the living room, finally spoke, standing up to usher me in as though I were a visitor. “Forget about whatever happened out there and come sit down to celebrate a new beginning. Perhaps a continuation of a beautiful life, girlie.” Holding my left hand, s
Lyvanne's POV…He came back the time I needed to be left alone. He came back when I didn't wish to set eyes on any man because right now, to me, all men are the same. They're all liars and monsters in human form. Why didn't he show up the time I needed him the most? Why now? Could it be that this is the right time I needed him the most and I'm too blind to see it? Because right now, I'm looking for a shoulder to cry on, but is he the right person? Certainly not.I'm still finding it challenging to believe what Alex just said. It was too hard, like a rock. Too challenging to digest. If someone had told me this was how it would end, I wouldn't have believed them. But now…at this moment…hmmm…I stared at the phone screen until the call ended. “I…maybe I can still figure out a way, even though it seems impossible at this point, but I can still try another means to convince my Mum, if only you can exercise patience,” he stammered as he spoke.Oh, he was trying to feed me some lies to ca
Lyvanne's POV…My jaw dropped like a lead weight, my eyes fixed on Alex, and his words penetrated my heart like a sharp arrow.He was kidding, right?“Lyvanne,” he finally lifted his head to look at me. He was quiet for a moment, his gaze on me, holding numerous unexplained emotions. “I…. I don't know how to convince you to believe what I'm about to say, but it's nothing but the truth.”I was dumbfounded, wondering if he was just trying to play with my emotions. Perhaps he wanted to see my reaction. “You…you are getting married to Isabella?” I stammered as I inquired, hoping for a positive response.“I’m sorry, but it was beyond my control, Lyvanne,” he explained. “I agreed to marry her so I could protect you from my mother, who was threatening to hurt you if I refused to marry Isabella.”“Oh please,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “Don’t give me some silly excuses over something you planned yourself. I'm not a kid, Alex. Yeah, I know it will hurt, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't te
Alexander's POVLyvanne giggled, letting go of my hands. She sat straight on the chair, her hands folded above her chest. “I know you have a lot to say too, but I'm sorry that I'm being selfish for you to listen to my whole side of the story,” she let out, fighting her guilty conscience even though I didn't complain. “Alex, what if I tell you that I was innocent of the accusation that landed me in prison five years ago?”Her words rang in my ears, reminding me of the event that happened five years ago. I thought she had forgotten about that. Why is she mentioning it again? I was short of words as I stared at her with skeptical brows. She caused the demise of my child, and now she's trying to prove her innocence? I don't think I'm ready to discuss this with her. “I know you don't believe me,” she continued. “But the truth is your first love, Isabella, was never pregnant, and I can prove that if you want me to.”“Wait! What!” I exclaimed, adjusting myself on the chair. “What do you m







