MasukMichelle's pov. “What are you doing?” I asked my mother immediately Kieran walked away. “Why are you bent on making my life difficult?”“I'm making your life better, honey,” she grinned, taking up a sip of her tea, her eyes raised above the cup. “You're not.” “Michelle,” she set the cup down. “I understand you just want to leave the Castellan family because of Damien—”“He's a Deveareux,” I corrected her almost easily. She froze, giving he a weird look. “Sure, that,” she nodded. “But that's not the point.” It's not. I don't know what I was thinking. Why the hell would i even say that? “That man,” she jerked her thumb towards the direction Kieran left. “Might not be the dream man, but he saved your fucking ass. And he likes you.” First, he's everyone dream man. Have you seen how that guy look? He's fucking handsome and has a lot of money. Who will be stupid enough to reject him. And secondly, Kieran does not like me. Even if he is — which will be weird— it doesn't change the fa
Kieran's pov. I pulled his hand away, and twisted it so hard that I could hear his bone cracked. He tried to break free from my grip, but it his pain ass face made my blood boil, and I twisted it harder. “Fuck!” He screamed, his shoulder bent to the the side. People had shifted their attention to us, but I did not care less. Damien just touched my woman. I don't know how much I can stress this — touch my property and see how fast I can erase your existence. Michelle rushed to my side, placing her little hand on mine. “Just let him go,” she pleaded. “People are staring.” I don't fucking care. And I dare any security to try and separate us. “Let go of him!” Sarah's irritating voice came from behind. She walked to my front, her eyes burning with rage. “Let him go before I call security.” I really wanted to see what they would do. “Kieran—” Michelle called again, but her mother who had been behind me, dragged her aside. “Let go of me,” Damien's face twisted in agony. And what I c
Michelle's pov. I stared at Kieran, trying not to react to the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The word was simple, but strong enough to pause my world. I didn't move even after he left the couch. I couldn't. My body was still in shock. He came back with two glasses of champagne, and handed me a glass. That was when my brain went back to the play button. I took the glass and gulped the content in one go. I placed the glass on the table, rubbing the lump in my neck. “Are you okay?” He asked. “You look all sweaty.” he sat down beside me, taking a sip of his wine. “Me?” I said quickly, pointing at my chest. “No. No, I'm fine,” I swiped the sweat off my face, and cleaned my hand on my dress. He stared at me with a look that said he didn't buy it.“Good night.” I quickly got up and rushed to the room. Once again, I've succeeded in making fun of myself in front of Kieran. He just said one word, and that word was enough to destabilise and rearrange my life in seconds. Why the
Michelle's pov. Royal Meridian Suites festivals was one of the biggest festivals in the world. Different celebrities from all around the world performed at their concerts, and if you were lucky enough you could get a free VIP meet with some celebrities. Sarah and I used to sleep around so we can get pictures of celebrities as they come into the hotel. Since we weren't rich or had enough money to buy a pass, we had to stay outside and pray for a celebrity to grace the peasants with a beautiful picture. I never thought I’d one day be walking through a hotel during such a special occasion—let alone staying in the presidential suite.Who ever said money cannot solve all your problems should be hanged on s tree. “Thank you very much,” I smiled, taking my bag from the attendant. Kieran tipped the man and shut the door behind us. “Kieran, I'll hug you right now if I wasn't so sure I could do that without strangling you.” He made a faint amused sound. “You look very excited. This isn't
Kieran's pov. I sat in my office, the chair rotating lazily beneath me. My eyes were locked on the scattered documents across my desk, jaw clenched, a finger digging into my cheek as tension coiled tight inside me.That Castellan had guts, I'll give him that. He might have the daredevil blood running through his veins, but he was no way as ruthless as a true Castellan who has lived their entire life within the walls of our territory.Coward. That's all he is. He knew he couldn't face me so he infiltrated into the mansion, acting as my servant, and somehow had the guts to go after Michelle. When I finally get that bastard, I'm going to give him the most gruesome, but slow death, that even God would look away. The door opened and Mira walked in, behind her was a detective Adrian's father hired for me. She led inside and walked out. Adrian's father looked and acted gentle in public, but that man has more skeletons in his cupboard than my grandfather. My grandfather's crime were kno
Michelle's pov. Lana was lying on the floor in her own pool of blood, flowing from the back of her head. I stopped few steps away, unable to process the scene before me. Kieran rushed to her side, checked for a pulse and looked up. “A faint pulse.” He carried her in his arms. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”The people moved immediately. I didn't.My legs were glued to the floor, staring at the pool of blood on the floor like it was some kind confirmation. By the time, my brain had fully processed everything, I was the only one left in the hallway. I turned and quickly walked back to my room. And here I was pretending to be the victim, while Lana bled to death. Seriously, who is that person? It looks like Kieran knows that person — not the identity — but he knows damn well that someone who is dangerous enough to move in and out of the mansion without being seen was lurking around. Why didn't Kieran tell me about that? Why did he decide to keep an information that co
KIERAN'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 en
MICHELLE’S POV.After the concert, I picked my bag and left the stadium like a thief hiding from the cops. Damien's presence was more insulting and annoying than Kieran's departure.Who the hell does he think he is? And what the hell was he doing in Paris?“Michelle,” Damien called behind me. “Wai
MICHELE'S POV. Kieran didn't let go even after the cameraman told us that he had taken the shot. And as stupid as I was, I deepened the kiss. Part of me wanted to let go, but my mouth was just curious. I wanted this so bad. Finally, he lets go, and regret crashes over me instantly. I quickly loo
KIERAN'S POV.I only agreed to this public figure nonsense cause I wanted to focus freely on chasing the lead. I don't need proof or a seer to tell me that Paul had placed someone somewhere to give him a report about my activities in Paris. After Tami's arrest, I couldn't help but notice how extra







