로그인Michelle's pov. I couldn't believe what had just happened. How could Kieran do that? How could he kill Adrian's grandmother? And he still had the guts to be friends with him like he didn't just take something important to Adrian. I felt my heart breaking into thousands pieces. I still trust Kieran. I know he wouldn’t have done that without a reason. I know he was struggling to keep the monster inside him in check. I know there was another reason behind his actions. But the least Kieran could have done was feel guilty — even if only a little.But he didn't. Instead, he looked like a man who was proud of what he did, and would keep doing it. No, I expected better from Kieran. I tried to go after Adrian, but he walked so fast that I was sure he had left the mansion before I could get far. I went back to my room, shut the door, and lay on the bed. I was supposed to be packing my things, but instead I'm right here contemplating if what just happened was real or a cruel prank. Seri
Author's pov. Adrian fingers around Damien's collar tightly, anger rushing through his veins. “You lying scum,” he growled. Damien's lips curved into a wicked smile as his eyes moved to Kieran. “I'm pretty sure Kieran says otherwise.” “He's lying, Adrian,” Michelle added. “Do not listen to that prick.” Adrian pulled Damien closer, his hot breath on his face, voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. “You must have a lot of nerves coming in here to accuse Kieran like that. And using the worst way possible. You must have really gone nuts.” “C'mon Adrian, have you ever wondered why your father never found the killer till date.” He looked back at Kieran. “It wasn't just because he was good in covering his tracks. It was because he was always close.” Adrian's anger slowly dissolved into confusion. He glanced at Kieran. Then laughed. “Kieran would never dare to do such a thing.” “That's not the information that got to me.” Michelle slowly turned to Kieran. She stared him with a mixtu
Michelle's pov. I couldn't wait anymore. Damien was the last person I expected to see her, and something tells me he came for war. Adrian followed too. He pushed the door opened, and stepped in, fists clenched that his knuckles turned white. I followed behind him, my eyes locked with Damien who was seated on the floor with a smug smile like he had won something. I looked at Kieran. He looked tensed. I knew at once that this was more serious that I thought. Adrian moved to Damien, grabbed him by the collar, and raised him up like he weighed nothing. “What do you think you are doing?” He growled, eyes burning with rage. I was sure he was fighting back the urge to pick up the fruit knife on the table and stab him in the eye. And that's if he needs the fucking knife. “Me?” Damien chuckled darkly. “Simply catching up with my brother. We were talking about my step mother.” His eyes moved to me. “Kieran's mother.” Adrian let out a low growl, and threw Damien across the room. “Show s
Kieran's pov. I stared at the documents in my hands in disbelief. How the hell did Damien get any of this? No, how the hell did he even know of this?“So brother, do you want to talk?” I squeezed the documents into a ball, and stretched it out to Adrian. He pulled out a lighter, flipped it on, and set the paper on fire. I watched the paper burning on my hand, ignoring the heat and pain. I didn't let go until the fire had consumed most of it. Damien watched everything with a smug smile. “There's more where those things came from.”“Paul was too scared to face me himself?” I frowned. He scoffed, his face twisting with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “That old prick have nothing on me.” He slowly got up, wincing a little. But the pain on his face quickly dissolve into a mischievous grin. “I let that man play his card knowing fully well that he was going to fail. Now it's my turn.” His voice dropped. “And trust me, I'm not going to fail.” “Is that why you killed Tami?” Adrian
Kieran's pov. The ride back to the mansion was one of the longest I've ever had. Literally the longest. Michelle sat quietly, beside me, her eyes fixed on the window. Last night felt like a stab. While I was planning to seal our relationship, she was planning to leave. Life's a bitch, isn't it?I don't resent her — even though she made me fucking soft. She had a valid reason to leave. My world wasn't exactly the right place for her, and if I actually care for her the way I said I did, I'll let her go. Fuck. This was all just messed up. I can't believe I'm actually letting her go. She was the first person I'd ever wanted to hold on to, and yet somehow she was the only one I actually cared about to let go. How confusing was that. I looked at her, my fingers wrapping around the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. This was all my fault. I told myself. I never actually saw anything wrong with my dysfunctional life until she came into my life, and now that life has co
Michelle's pov. Kieran's face remained still. No expression. Nothing. I almost felt stupid for making it sound like it was some big deal. I forced a tight smile, and turned to walk around him. Suddenly, his hand grabbed mine, his grip hard enough to break my bones if I move too much. “You're hurting me, Kieran,” I winched, look down at his hand. “Let go of me.” He pulled me back to my former spot, expression calm, but eyes burning with something that looked like rage. Looked like. “What the hell do you mean?” “The contract is ending tomorrow,” I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady — which I failed badly.He didn't say anything. I groaned loudly, trying to free myself from his grip. My strength couldn't actually do much, but it was enough to remind him that he was holding a fragile human not a stone. “The contract was one year,” I continued. “And it's already a year. So I'm leaving.” “I don't remember having such conversation,” he frowned. “It's written on paper,” I said
Michelle's POVThe papers were spread all over the table in front of me, but my mind was not really on them.I kept thinking about Lana. I still couldn't believe that Lana was behind everything. And the thought of not getting the truth out of her sent a cold shiver down my spine. I blinked and loo
MICHELLE'S POV. I did not know where to look first.The room was enormous. The walls were lined with things I could not name. Things that looked out of this world and probably belonged behind a glass in a museum with a guard standing next to them.And then there was my work. I stood very still fo
AUTHOR'S POV.It felt like time had suddenly frozen.One second, Michelle was trying to help Kieran up. The next, the sharp sound of fabric tearing echoed through the empty hall.Her dress had ripped from top to bottom.For a long second, neither of them spoke. But their pale faces said everything.
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







