LOGINLyvanne's POV…
The award felt heavier than I expected. Not because of its weight. But because of everything it represented.Years ago, people called me a criminal.Tonight…Those same people stood and applauded.Life truly had a strange sense of humor, I must say.I smiled politely as congratulations came from every direction.Business partners, friends, investors, politicians, and everyone else.Everyone, excepLyvanne's POV…The award felt heavier than I expected. Not because of its weight. But because of everything it represented.Years ago, people called me a criminal.Tonight…Those same people stood and applauded.Life truly had a strange sense of humor, I must say.I smiled politely as congratulations came from every direction.Business partners, friends, investors, politicians, and everyone else.Everyone, except the one person I refused to look for.The only person I have been trying everything I could to not set eyes on.It was no other person but Alexander.I knew he was here. I had known the moment I entered the ballroom.You don't need to see someone to feel their presence.Occasionally you simply know.Still, I refused to search for him. Not because I hated him.Because I didn't want Rovan to misunderstand. Again.T
Rovan's POV…Alexander Saint.Even from across the ballroom, I could feel his eyes.Not on the stage, but on the awards.Not on the investors, but on Lyvanne.Again and again and again.He thought he was discreet, but he wasn't. A man in love never is.Everyone who was present at the event was none of my concern, except for Alex. I knew so well that if he had the chance to approach her, he would.The question was, will I give him the chance to do that?Certainly not. Unless I change my mind, else, as long as I'm here, he won't dare to do it even in his wildest dream.Suddenly, I leaned closer to Lyvanne to converse.“They're announcing your category next.” I stated, and she smiled.“I wasn't expecting to win.” She responded with hesitation.“I was.” I maintained my wide smile as I inserted.She didn't bother arguing but nodded and smiled back a
Isabelle's POV… Smile. Just keep smiling. No one could ever suspect a smiling woman. At least that's what I kept telling myself, and it has always worked for me. Well, it said what you believe works for you. I guess whoever invented that statement was right. Looking at the enormous hall, the ballroom glittered with wealth and power, yet none of it interested me. Why should it? That wasn't why I was here. So it was none of my business. My eyes searched only for one person. Lucas. Where was he? He said he'd be here, but I haven't seen any sign of him. This better not be a prank or else… I don't even know if I can do anything to him, though. I just hoped it wasn't another way to put me in a problem I never wished for. Because I was ready to live a free life. A life filled with happiness, where I wouldn
Alexander's POV…The loud applause echoed through the ballroom. I clapped with everyone else. Not because I wanted to. But because it was expected.At first, when I came inside the hall, there was no sign of her, and I thought she wasn't coming.Or perhaps Rovan stopped her from coming.Yeah, he was overprotecting her, allowing me no room to access her.Gosh!My eyes never left the woman standing beneath the spotlight.Lyvanne… Lyvanne Morales.She stood on the stage with effortless grace, the crystal trophy reflecting the chandelier lights as though the award itself had chosen its owner.If I'm being honest here, then I must say that she deserved it. She truly deserved it, and that was the plain truth.“My company has always believed that success means little unless it changes lives.”Those were the words that escaped her lips to the ears of the audience, who seemed imp
Lucas' POV…Patience…That was the difference between a professional and an amateur.Amateurs rushed, but professionals waited until their enemies believed they were safe, not knowing their enemy would be preparing for a more dangerous attack.Tonight wasn't the night. Tonight was merely the calm before the storm.Perhaps there might be a change of plans, though.Standing on the mezzanine level of the Grand Charity Gala, I overlooked the magnificent ballroom through a pair of tinted glasses.Crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall like countless stars, making the environment comfortable for all participants.A live orchestra filled the atmosphere with elegant music to entertain people of all kinds who were there.Business magnates, politicians, foreign investors, celebrities, and everyone who mattered were here exactly as I had expected.Who would want to miss such an event?No o
Isabelle's POV…My head was irking so badly when I finally woke up from my long sleep, but with my eyes still closed. It was as if I were lying on a hospital bed trying to comprehend where I was even without opening my eyes.I clasped my left palm against my temple, trying to feel my body temperature. Well, the temperature wasn't high nor was it low. It was neutral.I remained in that position for a while, refusing to open my eyes.Suddenly, my eyes fluttered open. And for several seconds, I couldn't remember where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and I couldn't tell if it was a hotel room or someone's house. It has elegant chandeliers, cream-colored walls, and expensive decor.I looked around the corners of the room, trying to catch a glimpse of where I was. But the more I searched my memory for a picture of this place, the more confused I became.Yeah, it was obvious that I hadn't been here b
The doors of the cell opened. “You have a visitor.” The female officer announced to me. I didn’t say anything, just stood and followed her to the room where prisoners received guests. There was Alex waiting for me. I took the bench opposite him, the female officer gave us privacy to talk but w
“What did you do to her?!” Alex yelled at me as he went to a screaming Isabelle… that’s what I’d heard him call her. “Nothing.” I was at loss for words. I had not even touched her. She was the one who had made it seem like I pushed her. “Why are you lying?! I saw your hands on her!” He yelle
I got home, still crying. The tears were refusing to stop pouring, my heart would not stop bleeding. I felt pain. Too much pain and none was physical. Even the cabman who had driven me home had been worried about how hard I was sobbing. He’d asked questions but I didn’t answer any. Now I was ho
I studied my reflection in the mirror, taking note of the sage green dress I’d saved up money to buy. It was my anniversary and I wanted to surprise my husband at the office. The dress was fabulous and I knew my husband, Alexander would love it. He usually liked dresses that clung to me and showed







