MasukKIERAN'S POV. I did not expect this evening at all. When Michelle stopped the car and stepped out, I looked up at the large building in front of us. I was shocked to see it was an orchestra hall.I blinked. “You brought me here?”She smiled like she was proud of herself. “Yes.”I stared at the entrance again. I had not been to an orchestra in years. I don't think I have been in one since my mother died. It had always been work, problems… anything that wanted to suck the soul out of me. I stepped closer to her. “Why?”She adjusted her coat and looked at me softly. “Because I wanted to.”“That is not an answer,” I said.She laughed lightly. “I thought a man like you would love this kind of thing.”I frowned. “A man like me?”“Yes. Calm. Serious. Classy,” she said, teasing.I shook my head. “I am not a man you can easily read, Michelle.”She tilted her head, her lips curled into a knowing smile. “But I knew about the greasy food.”She was right. I was still trying to figure out how s
AUTHOR'S POV.Damien sat alone in his room. The lights were very low. A single lamp on his desk lit the space around him. The rest of the room was covered in shadows. He held a file in his hand, scanning through the pages as if desperately looking for something that could save his life.The sound of the door opening drew his attention.Sarah walked in, her face tensed. “We need to talk,” she said.Damien did not look up at her. Instead he flipped the next page. “There is nothing for us to talk about,” he said, flatly.Sarah shut the door behind her. “Yes, there is.”He leaned back in his chair and finally looked at her. “Make it quick. I'm busy.”“You are changing,” she said.He raised a brow. “Am I?”“This is not the life you promised me,” she continued. “You said we would build something together.”Damien let out a short laugh. “I did not promise you any life.”Her lips parted in shock. “What?”“I promised to marry you,” he said calmly. “That is all.”“I am your wife!” she snapped.
KIERAN'S POV. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself.The tuxedo fit me well. It sat perfectly on my shoulders and hugged my chest just right. I adjusted the jacket, smoothing the fabric with my hands. The black cloth looked clean and sharp.I fixed my bow tie, making sure it was straight. Then I checked my cuffs and brushed off a speck of dust that wasn’t even there.I turned to the side and studied my reflection. I looked calm but not calm enough for someone to think they can disrespect me and get away with it. A small smile touched my lips, admiring every frame of my body. I looked good and there was no need denying it. Adrian was at a corner, smoking as he went through the file on the table. “This is so messed up,” he muttered, leaning back. His leg draped on another. “How are you this calm?”“Do you believe my grandfather was a wise man?” I asked, adjusting my tie. “Uhmm, I think so,” he replied, his voice filled with uncertainty. “According to my grandfather,
MICHELLE’S POV“Sarah, calm down,” Paul said firmly.But Sarah would not calm down.“You brought her into this house!” she screamed, pointing at me. “I warned you all that she was bad news! She is whore!”“Mind your language, Sarah,” I warned. “I did not bring him for what you’re thinking,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “He was drunk.”“Of course he was drunk,” she snapped. “That’s the excuse now, right? He was drunk so you had to sleep with him?”“I did not sleep with him.”“Liar!” she shouted.“Sarah!” Paul barked.She turned to him, eyes red and wild. “You saw them! She was in his room!”“Yes,” Paul said tiredly. “Because she helped him upstairs.”“She enjoyed it!” Sarah cried. “She has been waiting for this!”“That is not true,” I said sharply. “You are being paranoid.”She gasped like I slapped her. “Paranoid? You think I’m stupid?”“I think you are angry that Damien didn't ask you to come help him,” I replied. “And you are taking it out on me.”Paul stepped between us
MICHELLE'S POV. I walked into the club, scanning the environment for Lana. The club was barely packed but the music was louder than the country's emergency sound system. People were dancing like nothing else mattered. The smell of alcohol and perfume filled the air.I looked around the club for Lana, and it didn't take long for me to find her.She was standing near the bar, smiling at two men in expensive suits. One of them was talking, and she was laughing softly, touching his arm like she was very interested in whatever he was saying.I folded my arms.So this was the emergency.Just as I was about to turn away, she saw me. She quickly waved at me. Then she said something quick to the men and walked toward me fast.“Michelle,” she said when she got to me.“Lana,” I replied calmly.“How are you doing?” She asked, wearing a bright smile. I nodded. “I hope I didn't disturb you.”I let out a faint chuckle. “I wasn't busy. At least not as busy as you.”She narrowed her eyes at me. “Do
MICHELLE'S POV. Tami was buried after a week of her death. After the authorities ruled it as a suicide. Although Kieran suspected foul play. Why can't he just see a moment for what it really was, rather than looking for things that weren't there. I hated Tami but her death shook me.The guilt and shame must have weighed her down… maybe that’s why she ended her life.And Damien? He wasn't handling the death of his mother very well. I've never seen him this broken in my life. He always comes home drunk, blames himself for almost everything… It was just too sad to watch.Kieran, on the other hand, was as indifferent as a Panda chewing on a bamboo stick. He couldn't care less about the chaos around. And he had his ex around. He was always busy. Sneaking in and out of the house like a thief in the night. Honestly I didn't care. I was going to be out of this house with a billion dollars in three months. What more could I ask for?Today was a beautiful Saturday. The sun hung high in the







