Mag-log inMICHELLE'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
AUTHOR'S POV.Damien sat alone in his room. The lights were very low. A single lamp on his desk lit the space around him. The rest of the room was covered in shadows. He held a file in his hand, scanning through the pages as if desperately looking for something that could save his life.The sound of the door opening drew his attention.Sarah walked in, her face tensed. “We need to talk,” she said.Damien did not look up at her. Instead he flipped the next page. “There is nothing for us to talk about,” he said, flatly.Sarah shut the door behind her. “Yes, there is.”He leaned back in his chair and finally looked at her. “Make it quick. I'm busy.”“You are changing,” she said.He raised a brow. “Am I?”“This is not the life you promised me,” she continued. “You said we would build something together.”Damien let out a short laugh. “I did not promise you any life.”Her lips parted in shock. “What?”“I promised to marry you,” he said calmly. “That is all.”“I am your wife!” she snapped.
KIERAN'S POV. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself.The tuxedo fit me well. It sat perfectly on my shoulders and hugged my chest just right. I adjusted the jacket, smoothing the fabric with my hands. The black cloth looked clean and sharp.I fixed my bow tie, making sure it was straight. Then I checked my cuffs and brushed off a speck of dust that wasn’t even there.I turned to the side and studied my reflection. I looked calm but not calm enough for someone to think they can disrespect me and get away with it. A small smile touched my lips, admiring every frame of my body. I looked good and there was no need denying it. Adrian was at a corner, smoking as he went through the file on the table. “This is so messed up,” he muttered, leaning back. His leg draped on another. “How are you this calm?”“Do you believe my grandfather was a wise man?” I asked, adjusting my tie. “Uhmm, I think so,” he replied, his voice filled with uncertainty. “According to my grandfather,
MICHELLE’S POV“Sarah, calm down,” Paul said firmly.But Sarah would not calm down.“You brought her into this house!” she screamed, pointing at me. “I warned you all that she was bad news! She is whore!”“Mind your language, Sarah,” I warned. “I did not bring him for what you’re thinking,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “He was drunk.”“Of course he was drunk,” she snapped. “That’s the excuse now, right? He was drunk so you had to sleep with him?”“I did not sleep with him.”“Liar!” she shouted.“Sarah!” Paul barked.She turned to him, eyes red and wild. “You saw them! She was in his room!”“Yes,” Paul said tiredly. “Because she helped him upstairs.”“She enjoyed it!” Sarah cried. “She has been waiting for this!”“That is not true,” I said sharply. “You are being paranoid.”She gasped like I slapped her. “Paranoid? You think I’m stupid?”“I think you are angry that Damien didn't ask you to come help him,” I replied. “And you are taking it out on me.”Paul stepped between us







