LOGINKieran'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 POV. I sat by the corner of the room, staring at the walls like it had all the answers I needed. I had just made fun of myself in from of Jonathan and Sarah. Fuck, Jonathan must think I'm some kind of pick me girl who throws a tantrum when someone touches her. “How are you feeling?” My mother asked, handing me a cup of hot tea. “Feeling better?” I took it from her with a hand, the other hand rubbing my temples. “Thank you,” I muttered, taking a sip. The hot liquid going down my throat was rust I needed right now. I exhaled deeply, relaxing a little. “C'mon Michelle, don't sweat it,” she said, taking her seat beside me. “It's not like it was intentional.” “Hmm, from where I see it, it is.” I frowned, setting the cup gently on the table. She sighed. “Look, Michelle,” she said, her voice soft. “I know you're still worried about what happened five months ago. But you need to let go. Nothing is going to happen to us.” “Nothing?” I raised an eyebrow. “Should I remind you
Michelle's POV. The party was beautiful. But I hated every second of it. Everything reminded me of the one person I didn't want to think about. Kieran. Where the hell was Kieran? Did I break him? Has Damien actually defeated him? Was Kieran just hiding in the shadows for now?Part of me wanted to call Mira and asked her about Kieran's whereabouts. But then I told myself that it clearly wasn't my business. I have moved on. I stood near the far end of the room with a glass of wine I had barely touched, watching people move and laugh and talk like it was the easiest thing in the world. Everyone had somewhere to be and someone to stand next to. I had a glass of wine and a headache.I smoothed the front of my gown and reminded myself to breathe.“You look remarkable.”I turned.It was Jonathan. “Thank you,” I said.He smiled like I had just said something worth smiling. . “Are you enjoying the evening, Michelle?”“Trying to,” I said, looking back at the party. “Are you?” He laughed
Kieran's pov. “Please, Kieran, please,” he cried, his voice chocked with tears. “Please let me go. I told you everything I know.” I laughed, dropping his severed finger in the tray. “The grace period is over. Now, it's time to do it in my favor.” He shook his head frantically, eyes wide in panic as he tried to move back, chair scraping the floor violently. “You're crazy!” I grabbed him by the hand, pinning him down. My jaw tightened. “Yes.” I smiled, my fingers piercing through his skin, till blood flowed out. “Yes, I'm crazy. How is this a new to you?” “Kieran,” he called, tears flowing down his cheeks. “Please, let me go. Please, just let me go. I have kids. A wife. I have a family.” “Ugh.” I threw my face in disgust. Nothing pisses me off than seeing a grown ass man crying in front of another man because of a little pain. I looked all over his face. His broken nose. Busted eye. A clean cut across his forehead. And busted lips, holding less than the amount of teeth a grown a
Michelle's POVThe car stopped outside the hotel and I took one breath before the door opened.The reporters were already there.I don't know how they always knew, because I specifically told the owners of the hotel that I didn't want this collaboration to be announced, and I certainly didn't want anyone to know that I was coming there. So how the hell do these people know? It was either they had that sixth sense ability or there was a leak in the company. And we all know which it is. Either way the moment I stepped out the lights started going off, and the questions started coming before I had both feet on the ground.The guards moved fast, forming a line on either side of me. I adjusted my glasses, kept my chin level, and walked into the hotel. I was breaking. I have never heard this much attention in my entire life. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but somehow the flashes were enough to make the sun jealous. I could feel my knees shaking, but I kept them still, and walk
Michelle's pov. Five months later. “Michelle,” my mother called, walking into the kitchen with the dishes. “That was a lovely meal.” “Thank you.” I smiled, taking them off her hands. “But that isn't all.” “What do you mean?” She frowned. “An apology,” I chuckled. “You said my food taste like ass.” “And I also said that your cooking isn't half as good as mine, which isn't.” She pulled my cheeks, teasing me. “Look at my little baby thinking she can cook better than her mother.” I hit her hands away. “I'll get you one day mother.” “And one day I might really place you above me.” She stroked my hair. “One day. Not today.” I forced a tight smile, watching her walk away like a queen who just put her place in the right place. Gosh, she was so dramatic. I quickly finished washing the dishes, arranged them in the dish rack, cleaned up and went to my room. Tomorrow was going to be the day I finally emerged into the world as Michelle Carter, so I had to look my best.I walked over to
Michelle's pov. The meeting ended, and Kieran was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, Mira stayed behind to see the guests off.After bidding farewell to Lana and Mira, I returned to my room. But curiosity got the better of me—I saw Kieran and his ex leave the hall, and neither of them came back.Th
MICHELLE’S POV.I woke up slowly, half-asleep, my body still heavy from yesterday's work. I grabbed the object close to me and placed my leg on it. The object felt so warm and good, so I kept rubbing my leg on it. It didn't take long before my hand located the object. It felt hard but warm. I was
MICHELLE’S POV. I finally walked out of the police station. The cool air hit me, but it didn’t help me calm down. But one thing was worth smiling over — my name has been cleared and the authorities are reinvestigating the previous incident. But will still convict me if no other evidence of being
MICHELLE’S POV. I rushed back to the company. Everything was just crashing in my head. I haven't been so excited like this in my life. So many things revealed in one day. I was surprised Damien didn't try to abduct me. He just left like someone who had just seen his life flash before him — honest







