ログインKIERAN'S POV. I sat at my desk, swirling slowly in the chair. Back and forth. The office was quiet. Outside the window, the city carried on like nothing was happening. The door opened and Adrian walked in. He looked at me for a moment, then he simply said, “It’s time.”I stopped swirling.I stood up slowly and straightened my jacket. I walked toward the door when the door burst open. It was Mira.Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. It looked like she had run the entire way here. I raised an eyebrow. I specifically told her not to come to work today. I told all the staff to stay off the company for the next twenty-four hours. I didn't know what was going to happen in the meeting today but I knew I was more than ready for anything.I couldn’t let the staff see me drag the board members’ bodies—if it came to that. She rushed to me and grabbed my arm lightly. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was tight. “I'm going in with you,’’ she said. I shook my head, moving her hand away. “
KIERAN’S POV. I sat in the room, holding the glass of wine, letting the quiet fill the space around me. The lights were soft, and people moved in the distance, but none of it moved me. I took a slow sip, feeling the taste settle on my tongue. My thoughts were heavy, but I kept my face calm. I just had twenty-four hours before the final verdict and things were not looking good. Although Adrian said everything was going fine, I still couldn't see it. I wasn’t losing it. I told myself over and over again. But the more i said it, the more i believed i was losing it. Damien and Paul did a good job. I had to admit. They planned this so well that I was almost jealous of the father and son relationship they had grown. I leaned back, watching the glass in my hand. Everything felt still, like time had slowed just for me. For a moment, I simply existed, breathing, thinking, and letting the silence hold me gently.The door opened. Adrian and two board members walked in. I sighed deeply, se
MICHELLE'S POV.Eight board members down. One to go.That was the only thing keeping me going at this point. The thrill of it had worn off somewhere around member four. By member six, it felt like a job. By member seven, Mira and I were both ready to walk away from the whole thing and pretend none of this ever happened. But Lana wouldn’t let us.Every time we slowed down, she pushed. Every time Mira and I decided that this isn’t worth it, Lana would remind us why we were doing this. Lana was the backbone of everything. Her actions only proved that she was willing to do anything to protect Kieran. And honestly, I don't blame her for trying to kill me. I came between them. And Kieran isn't exactly the kind of man you want to lose — if you look past his grumpy personality. Mira didn't seem to notice anything. She seemed to have given up on the idea that Lana was hiding something. And I didn't plan on telling her the truth. Adrian had gone completely quiet through all of it. No updates
MICHELLE'S POV.The next morning, Mira and I sat in the car with the engine off, parked a few buildings down from where Lana had gone in. We had been waiting for almost twenty minutes.“I still don't feel good about this,” Mira said, staring straight ahead.“Me neither.” I exhaled. “Feels like we sent a kid to do our dirty work.”“It's not just that.” She turned to me, her voice low. “I don't trust her.”I glanced at her. "Mira, you tested her so many times. You said it yourself, she looks clean.”“Looks,” she pointed out. “Not clean.”I shook my head, my lips pressed into a thin line. A mixture of frustration and disapproval etched on my face. “I'm still thinking about who she was working for before all of this. The person is clearly someone around her cause he hasn't called. Or she has another phone. One that I haven't found yet.”“Let's just focus on what's in front of us,” I said.She didn't respond to that. “She's been hitting on Adrian.”I didn't say anything. Honestly I didn'
KIERAN'S POV. I got back home from work, tossed my briefcase on the bed and walked into the shower. The hot water burned my skin as it flowed down. I sighed, placing my hands on the wall, slamming my head gently on the wall too. Thinking quietly about what I was about to do. My god father suggested I handle it the way my grandfather would have — kill or threaten anyone who wants to use it against me. Smart and easy way out. But I couldn't do it. Not because I was weak, but because I promised myself not to continue that tradition. My mother tried to live by that rule, but failed under little pressure. I didn't say I wasn't going to go through that method. Trust me, it was one of my specialties. I just wanted to give the board members one more chance. And if that fails, then God shouldn't get mad when I soil his earth with blood. I had sent out invitations to the board members, calling for an urgent meeting. I dare anyone not to be present. After showering, I wrapped the towel ar
Michelle's POVKieran worked through the entire week like nothing was wrong. He went to work early and stayed late and didn't flinch at anything. From the outside, it probably looked impressive. But I had been close enough to him long enough to know what I was watching. That man was breaking inside. The company didn't help at all. The news about Kieran's situation had spread like wildfire. It seemed to be the only topic discussed about workers. But thanks to the Castellan's influence in the society, the media didn't take it up since there was no credible evidence to back up the claims. I tried to defend and shut down the rumors. But it seemed like the more I tried, the more it spread. Nothing really beats office gossip. While I was struggling to bury the truth, Kieran did nothing. In fact, he looked like he was admitting the truth. Like a man who had accepted defeat. And that bothered me more than the rumors. After a morning meeting I waited until it was just the two of us. He wa
Author’s POV. Soft music played from a speaker hidden somewhere in the large bathroom. Steam filled the air, curling around the mirrors and blurring the lights.A woman lay in a wide white bathtub, her head resting against the edge, one arm hanging loose, a glass of red wine balanced carefully in
Kieran's pov. I was drunk — but not drunk enough to lose control. I should have moved away when Michelle kissed me. I knew she was drunk and had no idea of what she was doing. I should have been the bigger person and moved away, but I couldn't. Instead I deepened the kiss. Her lips felt warm an
Kieran’s POV. I punched the heavy bag as hard as I could, my fists slamming against the leather over and over. My anger throbbed in every muscle of my body. Yesterday was still fresh in my mind. Michelle… kissing Damien right in front of me. I had kept my cool, acted like I didn’t care, but insid
Michelle’s POV. Damien and I sat quietly in the café shop near the club. I kept gulping down the bottle of water to avoid the awkward tension growing between us. I tried to ditch him, but he insisted on staying till I was sober enough to move alone. “Why are you drinking yourself like that?” he







