로그인Kieran's POV. I don't blame Michelle for leaving. She had so many reasons to leave. And besides, no one would want after finding out what I'm actually capable of. Except Mira. Honestly, I have been more amused by her loyalty. Even after she found out that I killed Adrian's grandmother, she still chose me. So I had her by my side. And soon Michelle. I couldn't contain my excitement to have Michelle back. Her news of her returned was the only good news or result I have gotten in days. After Damien came back to mansion and the company, things has changed. He didn't hesitate to rub it in my face, but he wasn't too stupid to overdo anything. Some of the workers quit immediately, because they couldn't keep up with Sarah's daily demands. She has been here for just four days, and at least half of the staffs have resigned. I knew it wouldn't be long for the rest to follow. I had to beg the chef to stay for a few days. He has been my chef longer than I could remember, which meant he knew
Michelle's POV It has been two days since I left the mansion, and I had not heard anything from that place. Except a reporter who publicly announced the news of Damien's return, but as the chairman of the Castellan group. And it has been two days of leaving in constant fear. I still couldn't believe that Lana, the one I thought loved Kieran so much that she tried to kill me, twice, was actually working for Damien. It just didn't make any sense. So she was never truly in love with Kieran, and just wanted to remove any threat to their plan. I wanted to tell Kieran about it, but I was too scared to pick up the damn phone. And I had to change my number because Damien wouldn't stop sending threats message, asking me to come back. He insisted that if I don't come back and become, and I quote, his mistress, he would make Kieran's life very unbearable. I would have ignored him believing that Kieran can handle any situation. But right now, that seemed impossible, given that his most tr
Michelle'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. I was drunk — but not drunk enough to lose control. I should have moved away when Michelle kissed me. I knew she was drunk and had no idea of what she was doing. I should have been the bigger person and moved away, but I couldn't. Instead I deepened the kiss. Her lips felt warm an
Author’s POV. Soft music played from a speaker hidden somewhere in the large bathroom. Steam filled the air, curling around the mirrors and blurring the lights.A woman lay in a wide white bathtub, her head resting against the edge, one arm hanging loose, a glass of red wine balanced carefully in
Kieran's pov. I led Esme into my study, already decided on what I was going to do — I was going to kill her if I had to.I don't beat women, but that doesn't mean I won't kill them if they are a threat. As soon as we entered the room, I slowly closed the door, and turned to her with a murderous l
KIERAN'S POV. Everyone loved a hero story so I chipped in Michelle's story. The whole world saw me as a hero who wanted to bury my stepbrother's past, and in the process, I fell in love. Michelle and Kieran weren't together — physically— for months. So it was easy to control the narrative that Mi







