MasukMICHELLE’S POV. “What?!” I shouted. “Giovanni De Luca wants me to handle his house? But why?” I asked, shocked. “That's what I would like to know too,” Kieran growled, his face darkening with anger. I could swear the sudden heat was coming from him as his face looked like it was going to explode any minute. “I don’t know, Kieran,” I defended. And I would like to know. Why on earth would he pick me to handle his house? We barely talked at the party. I'm not sure he even remembers my face. “Did you say anything to his wife?” Kieran asked. I went silent for a while, replaying our conversation from yesterday, but nothing seemed off—nothing that could have influenced the decision.I shook my head. “We didn’t talk much. But I found out she loves art.”Kieran's face hardened, I could see the anger flare up in his eyes like a volcano at the verge of erupting and destroying everything. “I don't think I'm the cause,” I added. “Maybe he mistook me for someone else. Or maybe Mira misheard
KIERAN’S POVThe drive to Giovanni De Luca's mansion was quiet. What happened at breakfast hung between us like a ghost. I didn’t look at Michelle. She didn’t look at me either.I had wanted to punch his face since he was a kid. I was glad Damien let me do it.After a few minutes of awkward silence, Michelle sighed and turned to me. “Thank you,” she said softly.“For what?” I asked.“For standing up for me.”I kept my eyes on the road. “You need to stand up for yourself, Michelle. No one in that house will respect you if you don’t.”She nodded slowly. “You’re right. I just got emotional.”I scoffed. She was too innocent. No wonder Damien used her for years and she didn’t even know.“You’ll be fine,” I muttered. “You’ll be fine.”We finally arrived at Giovanni De Luca’s mansion. It was nice, I have to say.The walls were cream-colored stone. Tall pillars held up big balconies. Lights shone from every window. Fountains lined the driveway, water sparkling in the evening lights.The drive
Michelle’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







