LOGINNicole's POV"I learnt you are the best in this field and that was why I had to see you with regards to that. I need you to do this right."I said to the undercover detective that I got his contact and we decided to see at a spot where we could sit out and talk.The café was quiet. Too quiet from the usual, but I guess that was the point. We'd picked a corner booth away from the windows and maybe, away from prying eyes. More like, the kind of place where people minded their business and didn't ask questions.The detective himself looked like the kind of man who'd seen too much. Let's say he would be in his mid-forties maybe. Sharp eyes that didn't miss anything. The way he sat, shoulders relaxed but alert, told me he'd done this a hundred times before."Like you already said, I am the best in the first. And I don't do less, I give you exactly what you want and that's made me stand out in the security service. Just let me know the exact thing you want and you have to trust me because I
Nicole's POV"Hey! It hasn't gotten to that yet. Ok, I will let you know a few things you need to know but promise me that you wouldn't take that personally." My voice was softer now, seeing a tear drop from Brad's eyes unconsciously. And I couldn't just stand to see him that way.He held my hand firmer but in a gentle manner. "I promise, I won't."His grip was warm and steady. Like he was holding on to more than just my hand. Like he was holding on to the hope that whatever I was about to say wouldn't break something between us.I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. The ones that wouldn't hurt him but wouldn't lie to him either."I fully understand that you will not know everything at once. But I believe that you will definitely understand better and adjust to everything happening soon."The truth is that, for the fact that I didn't want to make him feel that I was hiding something from him, but then I was careful of what I chose to tell him. Knowing the fact that he was
Brad's POVWhile I was with Nicole after she had suggested that she needs to do something with regards to what Bianca displayed before she left, I was fully in support of that. Because, I know fully well that I might not be able to handle this regarding my state of mind at the moment.The room felt quieter after Bianca's dramatic exit. Too quiet, maybe. Like the kind of silence that forces you to think about things you've been avoiding. And right now, there was something I'd been avoiding for days.Abruptly I was lost in thought as the one thought flashed back right in my mind again; which was the thoughts that I had noticed that Nicole right here hasn't always been visiting like the way I heard she did while I was in coma and the few days before the day I had noticed she walked out here while my mum and Bianca were almost in the middle of exchanging words.I tried to piece it together in my head but the timeline didn't match. The doctors mentioned her name constantly. The nurses spok
Nicole's POV"I am out of here." Bianca blurted and left just Brad and I.The moment Bianca left, slamming the door right behind her, the sound echoed through the hospital room in a way that felt almost theatrical. Like she wanted us to feel the weight of her exit or something of that nature.Honestly, I began to think that Bianca was only acting up. Let's say trying to play a victim when there was obviously no need for that in the first place. If there is one thing I learnt lately with the little experience I have had, is to smell rats from a distance when I sense one. And everything Bianca just played out screamed ‘suspicious.’I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, my mind replaying everything that just happened. The way her voice had risen. The way she clutched that bag like it held state secrets. The way she couldn't just hand over those papers.Anyone would have thought the same. I mean, it's as easy as anything.You are asking someone to sign something and it's
Bianca’s POV“Just give her the papers,” Brad requested. “If it’s nothing, then there’s no issue.”That single sentence felt heavier than I expected.My smile tightened immediately, in a way that barely survives on your lips when your mind is already scrambling for exits. Because right now, I feel like I have run out of more excuses to make. My fingers curled slightly around the strap of my bag, instinctively pulling it closer to my body, as if that alone could shield me.Because with the way everything was going now, I could already tell this wasn’t headed anywhere good.And the last thing I wanted was to implicate myself as a result of this.“You don’t understand,” I said quickly, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. Then paused in-between but added immediately. “This isn’t—.” I stuttered as the words stuck halfway.It was as if I lost the sentence completely.Damn it!“Bianca,” Nicole interrupted calmly, her tone steady in a way that irritated me more than shouting ever co
Nicole’s POVI was already halfway to the hospital when it hit me how strange the past week had been.Not strange in a loud way and not dramatic.Let's say, just… quiet.The kind of quiet that sneaks up on you and makes you realize you haven’t been doing something the way you used to.I hadn’t felt that familiar pull — that urgent need to be by Brad’s side the moment I woke up. And that scared me a little, if I was being honest with myself. Because even though I told myself I was stepping back for peace, even though I convinced myself that Bianca and Mrs. Jasper’s mess wasn’t my kind of mess to clean up, the truth sat stubbornly in my chest.The fact that Brad still needed me.Not because I owed him anything.Not because I was trying to be some kind of hero.But because sometimes, people need help in ways that don’t announce themselves.Melissa had said it clearly to me that i need to show up for Brad even when it’s uncomfortable for me and honestly that's what i feel love is all abou







