MasukMichelle'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 POV.Kieran and Adrian were still not back from their walk. I kept looking at the direction they left in, waiting impatiently for their return. They literally left me to my mortal enemy with no form of self protection. Lana sat besides me, scrolling through her phone like someone who had no care in the world. My eyes slowly moved to the bandage wrapped around her head. “How are you feeling?” I asked finally.She looked up. “Better. Each day gets a little easier.”I nodded slowly. “Did you get a better look at who hit you?”She shook her head. “No. It was too fast.” She paused. “But I heard Kieran and Adrian talking about it. They seem to know who it was.” Figures. Kieran has more enemies than a rabbit. Which is enough reason to get out of his world before I get swallowed whole. She tilted her head slightly. “How are you feeling?”I looked at her. “Don't do that.” “Do what?” “Act like you care.” I kept my voice flat. "We both know you don't, so let's not waste each o
Kieran's POV. We came back empty handed. Lana walked beside me, unbothered, like the lack of prey was a personal choice and not a complete failure. I didn't say anything. Neither did she. We had spent the better part of an hour walking in silence, and at some point the silence stopped being uncomfortable and just became the thing we were doing. Adrian and Michelle were already back when we got to the clearing. Adrian took one look at us. Then at our hands. Then back at our faces. “Nothing.” It wasn't a question. “Nothing,” I confirmed. He looked at the sky like he was thanking God personally. “I cannot believe this. The great Kieran Castellan came back with absolutely nothing.” “You also came back with nothing.” “That's different.” “How?” “Because it's normal for me to lose to you,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest like this was deeply personal. “It is not normal for you to lose to you. Do you understand the difference? The natural order has been disrupted.” “Yeah,
KIERAN’S POV. I walked away, leaving Michelle behind like a memory I didn't want to look back at. Like a bad memory that made me stronger but better left in the past. God, I wanted to kill her the moment I found out that she fell into my trap. I even gave her a second chance, which she failed aga
MICHELLE’S POVTwo weeks. That was all it took for my life to shrink into something smaller, tighter, and unbearably loud. Two good long weeks since Kieran Castellan and I parted ways. Two weeks of sleepless nights, overdue notices, and constant complaining. I tied the apron around my waist and s
MICHELLE’S POVI didn’t need to be told twice. Paul didn’t have to threaten me again or explain himself in another cruel way. The truth was already clear. I had no power here. None at all. The only thing I still had was my love for my mother, and Paul knew it.So I made my choice. I chose to do the
KIERAN’S POVI stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I walked into the hospital room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Michelle was holding the doctor like he was her worst nightmare. She slowly turned to me, her mouth slowly opened in shock. But before I could say anything, her expression changed — ins







