LOGINMichelle’s POV. I paced back and forth across my room, biting into my finger like it was the last solid thing left in my world. I still couldn't get my mind off Sarah. I didn’t want to believe what she said, but she was right. I was nothing but a tool to both parties and what if Kieran fails. I don’t know much about Paul, but I know he is just as powerful and influential as Kieran. And what was with Sarah? Why did she fall down like that? Doesn't she want the child? Or is the pregnancy fake?“Fuck,” i screamed, grabbing my hair in frustration as i fell to the bed. My mind was clouded with so many questions that I had no answer to and feared the answers more. The door slowly opened, revealing Kieran. “Kieran,” I called and got up quickly like I was some thief caught in the act of stealing a multi billion dollars item. “What are you doing here?” He raised a brow. I pursed my lips, realizing what I had just asked. I was questioning a man about what he was doing in his own house.“
KIERAN’S POV. I sat at the head of the long glass table in my office, hands folded, eyes calm. Outside the wide windows, the city stretched like it belonged to me. Maybe it did.Across from me sat Giovanni De Luca — gray hair slicked back, gold watch flashing on his wrist, suit too loud for a man his age.“So, Mr. Castellan,” he said, crossing his legs slowly. “Tell me again why I should trust your company with my land.”I leaned back in my chair. “Because Castellan Group doesn’t just build houses. We build legacies.”He raised a brow. “Every company says that.” I locked eyes with him, taking a sip of my wine. “Every company lies. I don’t.”He tilted his head. “Strong words.”“Strong work backs them up,” I replied. “We have built more than sixty luxury estates in the last five years alone. And you know that i don't do flashy boxes or a paupers house. My mansions speak for themselves.”He nodded in agreement, rubbing his beard. “Yeah, I hear that a lot. Everyone sings your praises li
MICHELLE’S POV. I was pacing back and forth like a mad person. My shoes kept tapping on the shiny floor, but I didn’t even hear the sound. The sound in the hospital all narrowed into a background noise as the only sound my head seemed to pick was Sarah's cry in the boutique. I didn’t push her. I didn’t touch her like that. I didn’t do anything. She did it on purpose. But why?A nurse walked past me and gave me a look like I was trouble — I didn't care. All I cared about was Sarah's and her baby's health. I might hate Sarah and want to destroy her with everything I had left. But my hatred wasn't enough to want to kill her — at least not by my hands. Another person could do the honors on my behalf. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes for a second. And opened them just in time to see the doctor walking toward me with a clipboard.“Are you Michelle?” he asked.I nodded fast. “Is she okay? Is the baby okay?”He gave me a calm smile. “She will be fine. The bleeding has stopped.
MICHELLE’S POVThat morning, I stood in front of the mirror for almost twenty minutes, staring at myself like I was seeing a stranger.Kieran and I were official now. The world knew. People were talking, watching, dissecting every move I made. I had to look like the fairytale he sold — the billionaire falling for a poor girl from nowhere. I still didn’t understand how people believed it so easily, but since they did, I had no intention of exposing the ugly truth behind it.Being Kieran’s fiancée meant I had to look the part. And since I owned nothing that screamed luxury, he had handed me his card and told me to shop freely. I couldn’t have been happier.It had been so long since I bought anything just for myself. Today, I planned to enjoy it like it was the last day of my life.The boutique was one of the finest in the city. The kind of place that only exists in magazines for me. When I walked in, the smell of soft perfume and clean fabric wrapped around me. The salesgirls smiled wa
AUTHOR’S POVPaul’s car rolled into the Castellan mansion late that night. The house was dark and quiet. He shut the door behind him and barely took two steps inside when a sharp voice cut through the silence.“So you finally decided to come home.”Tami stormed down the stairs in a silk robe, her face tight with anger.Paul sighed, loosening his tie. “Not now, Tami.”“Not now?” she snapped. “Do you know what happened today? Do you know how people looked at me?” She stopped in front of him. “We should have killed Kieran a long time ago. I warned you about this day but you wouldn't listen.”Paul didn’t answer. She continued. “Sometimes I wonder if you actually despise that trash. You care so much about him and he isn't even your blood.”“You know that's not true,” Paul defended. “Really? I have watched you put down people — people who stood in your way. But I haven't seen you do anything to put down that boy. Why?”Paul froze. Then he let out a low laugh with no humor in it. “And giv
KIERAN’S POVThe hall was glowing with gold lights and soft music, but I felt nothing. People kept coming to me with wide smiles, handshakes, hugs I didn’t ask for or needed. “Congratulations, Mr. Castellan.”“We are so happy for you.”“About time you settled down.”I smiled at them all even though I felt like punching them straight in the face. But I was grateful for one thing — no one was pushing their daughters to my face. Michelle stood a few steps away, talking to a group of women. She looked calm, graceful, dressed in the soft blue gown I picked for her. The color made her skin glow. Anyone looking at us would think we were a fairytale couple about to seal our forever.A soft clink of glass cut through the noise. Everyone turned to the direction. Paul stood at the front of the room, his cup raised in the air. “May I have everyone’s attention, please.”The room went quiet. He cleared his throat and smiled at me like a proud father. “As many of you know, Kieran has not had th







