MasukMichelle's pov. One moment I was making something to feed my hungry stomach, and the other moment I was hanging on a thin line between life and death. My eyes widened, breath caught, my body stuck frozen in place as the knife barely missed my face. My body shook in fear, legs almost giving out, but they didn't move. They couldn't. “Michelle,” he called, his voice softer. His deep voice was enough to make my knees give out, I fell to the floor, my body still shaking. I could feel something wet sliding down my face. My hand slowly went to my ear, and slowly I checked it. It was blood. I was bleeding. I wanted to scream, but I was too shaken for any sound to come out, my heartbeat quickened. It beat so fast I feared it might burst out of my chest. The room started spinning, and I fell down. I was expecting the cold hard floor, but it was a soft surface. I just realized that Kieran was already with me, his arms wrapped around me, as he held my face to his chest. He placed his chi
Kieran's pov. “You must have some kind of hobby?” That was the most ridiculous question Michelle have ever asked. And she asked a lot. So many that I'm sure that's the only thing that keep her brain working. Trust me, it's very hard to resist the urge to break that head open to understand how such fragile brain work. Her question wasn't ridiculous because every normal person... Sorry, every living person — I knew damn well I wasn't normal —had some kind of sport or work they enjoyed doing. I did. Few, but I still had somethings I loved doing. In fact, I had two favourite things — watching Adrian torture someone. Damn, that boy was good. Not as good as me, but watching someone who was almost good as me is a scene that I could never get tired of. And the second thing I loved doing was shoving my cock into her holes. I still don't know which one is my favourite, but I had a feeling I was going to find out, after fucking her virgin ass. Fuck, now I'm hard thinking of how nice it
Michelle's pov. Kieran stared at me for a moment, like he was trying to read through every dark secret I had, when those I didn't know of. I almost retracted my statement when he nodded. That was all. Just one simple faint nod, and he turned and walked away. I fought back the urge to scream or run away in embarrassment. He could have at least given a response — verbal response. I inhaled deeply and quickly followed, slipping into the elevator before the door closed. He pressed a button and we started moving up. The whole journey in perfect silence. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating against my cage. The door opened, and I walked out, heading towards the room in a fast pase. I pulled our the car from my purse and slipped it in the lock, opened the door, and walked in. Kieran followed behind me. “I'm not sure,” he started. “But something tells me something is wrong? Did I do something wrong?” I whipped my head to him, and laughed. A quick awkward sound that sounded
Michelle'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. “Thank you for coming with me,” I whispered as we stepped out of the car.Mira glanced at me and smiled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Anything,” she said softly. “Anything to prove your innocence.”I nodded, pulling my scarf tighter around my face as we followed Sarah into t
MICHELLE’S POV. “No,” Kieran answered flatly, pushing me aside.I stumbled back a step but caught myself. My heart was already racing, and his cold tone only made it worse.“Kieran, listen to me,” I said quickly, stepping back in front of him. “Just think about it. Sarah faked the pregnancy to get
KIERAN’S POV. I arrived in Spain early the next morning.The private terminal was quiet, just the way I liked it. The moment I stepped down from the plane, a short man in a dark suit rushed toward me, almost tripping over his own feet.“Mr. Castellan,” he said, bowing slightly. “Welcome. I am Vict
MICHELLE’S POV. “Damien,” I gasped, my heart hammering like a drum in my chest. “What are you doing here?”He didn’t answer. He just stood there, his eyes sharp and unreadable. My stomach twisted. Had he heard everything?More like… I hope you heard every word your precious Sarah just said?I clen







