Celine's POV
Glad that Bryan isn't around, I bend down to look properly for the clothes Camilla told me he said I should look for. I would never be comfortable in this dress if Bryan was around. I am wearing it because I know he isn't around the house and he wouldn't see me in it by the time he is back from work in the evening.Scared of Bryan judging my dress as cheap and making me lose a few percent of confidence left in me, I know better than to let him see me in it. I would never fit into his category of women. I know I can never be like Emily or any of the girls he has been rumored to be with, including the woman who almost became his wife. I am curious to know what she looks like, even though I am damn sure she must be the most beautiful woman on earth. Wealthy young men like Bryan want sophisticated and classy ladies like Emily so I am not surprised at his choice of women and his refusal to make the public know about our marriage apart from hisCeline's POVGuilt sips through me as he drives Camilla, me, and Jason home. He is indeed a gentleman. He did not only help us to pay for our shopping but he is also driving us home, saving us any further embarrassment.Camilla and I left the mansion around 2 pm and we spent 2 hours shopping and another hour trying to pay.It is getting late already and I can see the worry etch on Camilla's face. She is worried that Bryan will come home without getting his dinner ready. Camilla makes sure to start cooking dinner by 5 pm and even if Bryan comes home late, she will still microwave it for him to eat."I'm so sorry to bother you this much, Eric", sadness is evident in my voice. This declination has dampened my good spirit and I can't wait to get home, see Bryan, and know the cause of it.Eric smiles again. "It is nothing. I just hope it will be resolved soon so something of this sort won't repeat itself.""Nah! I will never come shopping if it isn't c
Paxton's POVSilence creeps in as the atmosphere in the main house of the Gonzalos changes from happy to tense. "Do you even know what you are saying, Paxton?" His voice is deadly as he growls again shooting me a harsh look.I know what I am saying isn't acceptable but he wouldn't understand. This is about my feelings. This is about what I feel for Celine and Jason.I don't care whether they are involved with Bryan or not. I never knew this is the reason why Caleb has kept me waiting for over a month, without giving me a reasonable response. He knew all along about the connection between Celine and Jason but he didn't want to give me a negative response, he kept postponing making me extend my visit. I promised Celine that I would be back in just two weeks and this is the fourth week already."Caleb, I know what I am saying...""No, you don't", he cut me short angrily. "If you know what you are saying, you wouldn't be standing here talking trash."He turns his back to me and strolls
Celine's POVGuilt sips through me as I toss in bed. I have been deprived of sleeping on the bed since I came here and I am determined to sleep on the bed today with Jason. I locked the door and I am sure Bryan won't catch me.It's past 1 am already and I can't sleep. I keep thinking of what happened between Bryan and me last night. I feel guilty for picking up the wrong card. I feel guilty for thinking he wanted to do something when he pinned me to the wall. I feel bad for thinking otherwise when it is obvious Bryan is cold-hearted. He can never be warm-hearted again till the end of time. He will always mistreat me and make me feel like a riff-raff.I know I made a mistake by picking up the wrong credit card and not being observant enough to notice the difference between a travel card and a normal credit card which he asked us to use for the shopping. I kept thinking of which particular suit he asked me to get out. I can't believe I have forgotten about the color of the suit I picke
Bryan's POVSteve places two files in front of me as I scrutinize him with piercing eyes. I lean forward as he watches me with anticipation. I am hoping he did a great job.Grabbing it, I almost tear it off in a hurry and in anticipation to know what he has found out. I tear the edge of the envelope and let the two pictures fall out of it.There are two pictures of two people who look alike but with different names. The first man looks young and handsome with curly hair while the other has a mustache, looks older, and has wavy black hair. Confusion spread across my face, making it difficult to know who is the criminal between these two persons. As if reading my mind, Steve clears his throat as a boyish grin creeps on his lips in satisfaction of a job well done."They are the same", he remarks."What?" I exclaim loudly. I turn back to the picture and examine them carefully. The look-alike is not the same. It looks like an older man and a younger guy."Why did you say...""Read out th
Paxton's POVEmily breaks down into tears the moment I enter her apartment. I am amazed to see her crying again after four years. Wondering what could be the problem, I open my arms for her to come in. I embrace her, muttering soft consoling words to her till her breath is even and she is calm.I pull her away from me and watch her intensely, trying to figure out what is wrong. She avoids my gaze and I know instantly that it has to do with heart matters. Blowing out a heavy sigh in remembrance of what happened four years ago, I tuck away a strand of hair falling on her face behind her ears before guiding her back to the sofa.We sit in silence beside each other. Celine is supposed to be the first person I meet immediately after the plane landed in New York but I couldn't go see her because of Emily's call last night. I knew it had to be urgent. I could also detect the note of worry and concern in Celine's voice and I want her to see me so she can rest assured that I am fine.I am st
Celine's POVI give him a questioning look as a boyish grin creeps on his cute lips. I don't want to be distracted by it and the twinkling amusement in his eyes."Why are you surprised that I am here?" He finally speaks.I roll my eyes. "I never thought we would see each other again", I say and lean on the car seat."Why?" He asks again. I watch him. He wasn't richly dressed this way yesterday at the mall. He looked like an average American but now I know he is super-rich, probably a billionaire like Bryan. I wonder why he is back to look for me after the weird behavior yesterday when he got to know that Bryan had a child. I saw the look on his face but I couldn't give it much thought because Bryan arrived at the house even before I took off my clothes.I shrug nonchalantly. "I just thought you would never come back here. But I guess I am wrong. I am supposed to find you, to give you back your money, and thank you once again for your kindness.""Don't be silly", I see a flash of disa
Bryan's POVI take long strides towards the VIP section where Eric is sitting with two half-naked girls, dancing and giggling. I had told my bodyguards to stay outside and wait for me since I have no plans to stay long. I wouldn't be here if my father wasn't involved. He said Eric is remorseful but I doubt him and I am here to prove him wrong. I am going to deal with Eric silently and make him know the kind of stuff I am made of. As for my father, when he is eventually back in New York, I am going to reveal everything to him.The moment he sees me, his face lights up in surprise. He must be thinking I won't come here like I promised to. Eric and I once came to this particular club a few years ago to have fun. When he told me he wants us to meet here, I knew instantly that it is the same club we went to the other night."See who we have here", he beams, grinning widely and throwing his arms up. The girl's attention shifts to me and they gasp in recognition.Ignoring them, I enter the
Bryan's POVI stir in my sleep, open my eyes and yawn loudly. I sit upright thinking it is my usual time to wake up and go to work when my eyes go to the wall clock, I realize it is 7 am already. I curse and try to climb down from the bed when I see the mug sitting comfortably on the nightstand beside me. The memories of what happened some few hours ago rushed and I shut my eyes in denial.I throw my head back against the headboard, opening my eyes. I can't believe Celine came into my room again and saw me having a nightmare. Why is this nightmare becoming incessant? Do I need a therapist again after so many years? My fist clenched in anger as I curse under my breath. I hit the bed, making my comforter push up against my body. I hate this! I hate this feeling! I hate being pathetic and helpless. I would rather have one of my employees see me this way rather than Celine. Not Celine. I don't like her and I don't want her to know anything about me. I don't want her to show me an