เข้าสู่ระบบAuthor's pov. The room was filled with low laughter and the smell of wine. The board members sat in a circle as they celebrated the attack of Kieran over expensive wines. Paul lifted his glass slowly. “To unexpected events,” he said.The men around the table smirked and raised theirs.“Who knew someone could make Kieran bleed,” a board member said, shaking his head. “I must admit, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.” Another leaned back in his chair. “Kieran has stepped on too many toes. It was only a matter of time.”A third man chuckled. “I almost feel bad.”“No, you don’t,” someone replied immediately.The table burst into laughter.Paul took a slow sip of his wine. “Do we know who did it?” he asked casually.One man waved his hand. “Does it matter? Kieran must have offended the wrong people. He walks around like he owns the world.”“He talks down to everyone,” another added. “Even to us.”“And now look,” someone else said. “Flat on his back with a hole in his chest.”More lau
MICHELLE'S POV.I couldn’t sit still.I kept walking around the living room. From the couch to the door. From the door back to the stairs, hissing every time I turn. Kieran insisted on coming home.The doctor I advised him stayed longer at the hospital. But he refused. He insisted that he was fine. Everyone knows he isn't fine. But his ego wouldn't let him admit it. I checked my phone again.Nothing.My chest felt tight. What if he starts bleeding again? I was no doctor. I opened the door and looked outside for the hundredth time.Still nothing.“Michelle,” someone called. I flinched, my eyes widened in fear. I slowly turned back. “Yes,” I whispered. Damien walked closer, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Are you okay?” He asked. Am I okay? Of course, I'm not okay. “I'm fine,” I replied. And turned back to the door.“I don't think so,” he insisted. “You have been pacing back and forth like a lost squirrel.”I sighed, rolling my eyes at him. “My fiancé is in the hospital, an
MICHELLE'S POV. I sat quietly beside Kieran's bed, biting my fingers till I tasted blood. But that didn't stop me. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as his heart monitor beeped softly beside me. Each sound felt like a jab in my chest. What the hell happened to him? Who did this to him?I held his hand carefully, afraid that even the smallest pressure might hurt him. “Kieran,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “You’re not allowed to scare me like this.”My tears dropped onto the back of his hand, and I quickly wiped them away, as if he would scold me for crying.Just a few hours ago, I was embarrassing myself over kisses and stupid words. Now I was sitting here, praying he would just open his eyes.“Please,” I breathed, squeezing his fingers gently. “Just wake up.”Suddenly, the door flew open and Esme rushed in. “What happened?” She asked, breathless. She turned to me, her eyes filled with anger. “What did you do to him?” I quickly shook my head and tried to defend myself but tear
MICHELLE'S POV. Three kisses now. Three hot but random kisses with Kieran and I still don't know where we stand. I know he only kissed me to prove something to Damien — whatever it was, I was very grateful for that. Don't get me wrong, I felt sympathy for Damien. But it was already feeling a bit… off. He was constantly there and always wanted someone — me — around him. It felt like he was taking advantage of my weak heart. And he was doing it well. I sat quietly in front of the vanity mirror, removing my make-up. My mind replaying today's incident. That clothes cost over a thousand dollars. I wasn't the one who paid for it, but I know how hard it is for someone like me to make that kind of money. What happened to Kieran? He's usually the most composed and controlled person I have ever met. I was absolutely certain that he would survive a zombie apocalypse without a weapon or something. So why did he act more like a baby panda than the king of the jungle?I sighed, wiping away
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.What the hell just happened?“I–I– I'm sorry,” Kieran stuttered immediately, scrambling to his feet as if the floor had burned him.Michelle’s mouth hung open slightly, her brain struggling to process what had just occurred. Questions collided inside her head. How did it rip? How bad was it? Did anyone see?He reached toward her, trying to hold the torn fabric together, as if pressing it would magically sew it back into place.“I'm sorry,” he repeated, his voice strained.“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, still trying to fix what clearly could not be fixed.Suddenly Michelle's eyes widened in shock. She slowly lowered her gaze to where his hands were. They were on her breast.Then she
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 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







