(Caleb's POV)I was pulled out of my trance as my phone started ringing. I took it out and saw Rosalinda is calling me. Sliding it up to answer and bought the phone to my ear."Hello, Rosalinda, is everything alright? I will be arriving shortly--""Mr. Carter! Madam is still not home!" She said in a trembling tone through the phone.I took a glance at my smartwatch on my wrist marked 11:20 pm. It's already late but Anastasia is still not home. "Okay, Rosalinda, I'll take care of it. Just wait up there for Anastasia. I will come home soon." I ended the call and stood up from my swivel chair as I grab my coat and exited my office.As I ride an elevator, I took out my phone and dialed her number. I let out a heavy breath when an operator was on the line, she is out of reach. I run my hands through my hair as I stride outside the elevator and reached my car.God damn it, Ana!Where are you?As I am already driving home, I dialed one man who was in a position to watch Anastasia."Vince, I
(Anastasia's POV)I woke up with a jolt on the bed as I had such a weird dream of kissing Caleb. Me? Initiate a kiss? That was by far the most embarrassing moment I ever had.I was about to get up, but I get back to my position when my head started pounding furiously. I suddenly regretted my decision last night to go clubbing with Byron and get drunk. I wanted to kill Byron right now. Wait! Byron?I fully open my eyes and scanned my surroundings. I am in a familiar room and felt relieved to realize this was Caleb's room. I just have this thought that if I had committed a sin with Byron last night. What am I thinking?As I was getting ready to get up again to head to the bathroom when someone knocked on the door. Rosalinda came inside with a tray in her hands. Maybe, a food."Madam, this is some soup I made from an old family recipe. It might make you feel better." Rosalinda handed me some soup in a small bowl."Did Byron bring me back last night or did you have to call security?" I y
(Caleb's POV)I woke up the next morning on the couch with a blanket covered on my body. I don't quite remember that I brought a blanket with me last night. I shoved those thoughts and glanced at the documents on the table which was neatly arranged beside the laptop. I jerk off the bed and carefully scanned the documents, I felt relieved when it was arranged accordingly. Only Anastasia knows these documents.I stood up while carrying the blanket with me upstairs, to Anastasia's room. As I carefully open the door and saw her bed was fully clean and arranged. She was already gone to the office. She just doesn't learn, does she?As time goes on, I fall for her more and even though we were never able to have a proper wedding, the least I could do is make it up to her. Lianne already left the mansion, I didn't kick her out. We just had a misunderstanding as she was being strange these days. She said, she will visit her mom but she never came back since the day we arrived here from France.
(Caleb's POV)I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting an in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my left temple. I felt a bandage and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.The hard impact hitting my head on the side window caused in to lose my sense. Some people panicked and I heard one lady scream. Crashed. The pain jolted throughout my body. People started to surround me, some dialing 911 to seek professional help. A man was telling me "Hold on, you'll be fine". I tried to hold on while reaching someone beside me... Shit!A
(Caleb's POV)Adam strode his feet in front of my presence, letting out a sigh as he positioned himself on the bed. I stared at him, full of confusion. How come Anastasia is a Laverde? Why did they have a commoner life where in fact the head of their family is rich as hell?I turned my head to take a glimpse at Anastasia, lying on the bed, still not fully awake. Did Antonio hide the fact of his wealthy life just to be with Amanda? Is that what you called 'love'? I smirk at what I thought. It's all because of love, that they committed an unforgivable sin."After father died..." My eyes shifted to Adam when he began speaking after killing the quiet ambiance inside the room. "--I know, I need to face his other family. I mean... I'm not bothered by the threat of losing the wealth as Father left almost everything to them." He lowered his head while fidgeting with his fingers on his lap as a small smile formed on his lips. "I am just afraid to face the people who destroy my so-called 'family
(Anastasia's POV)Like a fish of the bottomless ascending to the surface of bright air and sun, I swim up to consciousness out of a dead blank into a whiter world than I had ever seen. Sunlight bounced off the carpet because there was a fragment of space open in between the currents. I heard voices very near at hand as if just behind my ear, talking together quietly in a business-like way. The blanket was warm under my skin, lying ramrod-straight on my back on the bed.My vision was still a little bit blurry, as the two vague shapes moved in the corner of the room. I wander my eyes to scrutinize my surroundings. The gray canvas before me turned into a rock-walled ceiling as my vision slowly became clear. Though still only half awake, I glance back at the corner and saw Adam and Caleb having a serious conversation.Where was I? Why was Adam here in Miami? I felt the weirdness of waking up this way. Then my dim awareness melted away and I got very sleepy again.I groaned softly causing a
(Anastasia's POV)"Here." Alice handed me a cup of coffee. I had asked her to bring food from the bakery. I barely ate properly last night and I don't like the taste of the hospital food. Alice was here with doughnuts and buns. I wanted to grab one and eat it but Caleb was not eating anything at all. I grabbed another cup of coffee and reached it to him. He was leaning against the sofa, looking out at the view through the hospital window. He must be bothered about Sophia's whereabouts.I ask Alice to help me reach the sofa, my legs still feel vulnerable. I caught up with Caleb's side and looked at him. His face was tired and his hair was messy. He hadn't slept a wink last night. He was holding me close, lying on his chest and I had woken up to see him looking at the morning sky. It shocked me that he didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep after that, knowing that he didn't sleep."Caleb," I called and he turned around to look at me, giving me a surprised and worried look on his face."Why did
(Anastasia's POV)Ding!The brownies were ready. I quickly jumped and put on my gloves. Rushing to the oven, I pulled the tray out and placed the brownies carefully onto the dining table. The dining table was filled with food. It is what I had been doing all day. We reached home yesterday morning from the hospital. I'm feeling better and the bandages on my head were removed but a patch of plaster was still intact. I pushed Caleb toward his bedroom to get a good sleep and he slept like a baby. After making sure that he was sleeping, I took a nap myself and woke up later at about one in the afternoon. I tried waking him up but he was sleeping like a dead body. I wanted to pour a bucket full of water over him but he was just too cute, sleeping. And, he looked extremely tired, both mentally and physically so I let him be. He is more occupied these days with his work, trying to cope with everything about his new building. He is working on the investigation for finding Sophia, still no loc