LOGINMichelle's POVI kept a vigil throughout that week.Whoever it was, the person was back, and I was pretty sure they weren't going to let us go without a scratch.That morning, I sat in the lobby of my therapist’s office, staring at the fish tank and watching the fish swim freely, envious of their lives.They lived in a tank, yet they had fewer problems and more freedom than we did.What’s the point of being the highest-ranked animal on the food chain if you still can’t control anything?“Michelle,” she called.I looked up. “Yeah?”“You can come in now,” she said, opening the door wider. “Or do you need a second?”I shook my head and walked into the office.She closed the door behind me.“Rough morning?” I tried to start a light conversation before dumping my dead life on her.“Teenagers,” she said with a smile, taking her seat. “Those tiny little things think they know everything about life. She claims things have changed and that I’m old-fashioned.” She leaned closer. “Can you imagin
Kieran's POV Things did get out of hand. I underestimated Damien a second time. I thought I could control the media, but it turns out a scandal is like candy wrapped in honey and handed to a child. The authorities were all over my business. Fortunately, the other Castellan was fast enough to bury a lot of things. But that did little to stop the storm rising within the company. I never realized it until now. Damien wasn't interested in blackmailing me into giving him power in the company. He wanted me to go on a wild goose chase while he slowly painted himself as the angel. The exposure of my mother's crime was just a bonus I foolishly handed him. “The media is buzzing with news of your mother’s crime. The cops are everywhere,” Mr. Holt said, slamming his hands on the table. Damien sat beside him with a smug smile, as if he had just won a Nobel Prize. “Damien was the one who exposed the crimes,” Mira snapped. “Why is he still here?” “Do you have proof that I did it?” Damien as
Kieran's POV.I recognized her without seeing her face. The dress, her back—pretty much every inch of her body was etched in my mind like an image I could never get rid of.I wanted to go after the man who bumped into her and give him a piece of my mind, but Mira warned me not to do anything funny before slipping away.My legs moved before my mind could catch up, and I caught her before she fell to the ground.She turned, and her face went pale instantly.I stared deep into her eyes, trying to control the rage I had spent months trying to control. I kept telling myself that I had no problem with her decision to leave when I needed her the most, but that was a big, fat lie. I resented her. And seeing her when my life was crumbling before me made the anger worse.I left her before the words could come out of my mouth.I tried to act normal in front of those foolish and ungrateful people, but Michelle had other plans. She walked over to an average-looking man and allowed him to touch her
Michelle's POV.I stared at Kieran, still confused whether he was just my imagination or a ghost who had come to haunt me.His eyes showed no warmth. Almost resentment. And I didn't necessarily blame him. I knew that with Kieran's influence and the life my mother wants for me, I was bound to meet him. I just didn't think it would be this soon. I was hoping it would be after forty years, when we both have grandkids.“Watch your step,” he said, pulling me up.“Thank—”He was already walking away.I watched him walk to Lana, who adjusted his tie—it clearly didn't need adjusting. That tie was perfectly fit.Lana's eyes met mine for a brief moment. Then they were back on Kieran. She whispered something to him, and they walked toward the hall, leaving me to struggle with everything that had just happened.What the hell were they doing here? I thought this was only for athletes.Wait... Could he be the investor with that huge scandal?My legs rushed toward the hall before I could think twice
Michelle's POV. I held the clothes on my chest, staring at myself in the mirror. I held the side up, trying to picture the outfit on me. Half of my wardrobe was on the bed. And I still haven't found the perfect dress. Every dress had something wrong. It was either it was too revealing, or it was too covered. Frustrated, I threw the dress in my hand, and fell on the bed, arms spread like someone tired of life. Which I was.“Michelle.” My mother poked her head inside the room. “Still haven't found the perfect dress?” I looked at her. “What do you think?” I forced myself to sit up, when she walked in. “I should just call him to cancel.” “Why the hell would you do that?” My brows furrowed, and I gestured to the clothes scattered on the bed. “If this isn't enough proof, I don't know what is.”“Stop looking for excuse to hide in your closet,” she laughed, checking out a dress. “This looks good.” I groaned, pushing all the clothes aside. “I'm not going anywhere.” She gave a stern loo
Kieran's POV. I pushed the door opened, and stepped into the boardroom. Immediately everyone stood up, and bowed their head in respect. Except Damien who still acts like he is the one in charge. I looked at Damien, locking eyes with the wannabe desperate brother I haven't seen in five months. He hadn't changed one bit. Still the same bigheaded idiot who thinks he has a valid face card. I walked closer, hands tucked in my pockets, each step calculated, and filled with menace, my gaze still on Damien like a predator surveying its prey. He remained calm, unfazed by my presence, which made my blood boil over. He really must think he is in power. “Welcome brother.” Damien smiled, and stood. “How was your holiday?” I didn't answer. He turned back to the board members, gesturing to them. “We have been working our butt closing deals and increasing profits.” He turned back to me, shaking his head. “While you were away on an island with a lot of girls.” I raised an eyebrow, and scoffed
MICHELLE’S POVA week had already passed and we were nowhere close to starting the project. Problems from nowhere seemed to be the only thing making progress in this deal. Some of the workers complained about lack of authority and uncertainty, some just got pissed and decided to end the contract f
KIERAN’S POV. I kept staring at the file on the table but my mind was elsewhere. As soon as I got the call that Michelle had been arrested, I flew back to America. I wasn't surprised though. I knew Paul or better still Damien will do anything in their power to get rid of Michelle.The door sudden
MICHELLE’S POV. “Thank you for coming with me,” I whispered as we stepped out of the car.Mira glanced at me and smiled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Anything,” she said softly. “Anything to prove your innocence.”I nodded, pulling my scarf tighter around my face as we followed Sarah into t
MICHELLE’S POV. “No,” Kieran answered flatly, pushing me aside.I stumbled back a step but caught myself. My heart was already racing, and his cold tone only made it worse.“Kieran, listen to me,” I said quickly, stepping back in front of him. “Just think about it. Sarah faked the pregnancy to get







