MasukKieran's POV.I recognized her without seeing her face. The dress, her back—pretty much every inch of her body was etched in my mind like an image I could never get rid of.I wanted to go after the man who bumped into her and give him a piece of my mind, but Mira warned me not to do anything funny before slipping away.My legs moved before my mind could catch up, and I caught her before she fell to the ground.She turned, and her face went pale instantly.I stared deep into her eyes, trying to control the rage I had spent months trying to control. I kept telling myself that I had no problem with her decision to leave when I needed her the most, but that was a big, fat lie. I resented her. And seeing her when my life was crumbling before me made the anger worse.I left her before the words could come out of my mouth.I tried to act normal in front of those foolish and ungrateful people, but Michelle had other plans. She walked over to an average-looking man and allowed him to touch her
Michelle's POV.I stared at Kieran, still confused whether he was just my imagination or a ghost who had come to haunt me.His eyes showed no warmth. Almost resentment. And I didn't necessarily blame him. I knew that with Kieran's influence and the life my mother wants for me, I was bound to meet him. I just didn't think it would be this soon. I was hoping it would be after forty years, when we both have grandkids.“Watch your step,” he said, pulling me up.“Thank—”He was already walking away.I watched him walk to Lana, who adjusted his tie—it clearly didn't need adjusting. That tie was perfectly fit.Lana's eyes met mine for a brief moment. Then they were back on Kieran. She whispered something to him, and they walked toward the hall, leaving me to struggle with everything that had just happened.What the hell were they doing here? I thought this was only for athletes.Wait... Could he be the investor with that huge scandal?My legs rushed toward the hall before I could think twice
Michelle's POV. I held the clothes on my chest, staring at myself in the mirror. I held the side up, trying to picture the outfit on me. Half of my wardrobe was on the bed. And I still haven't found the perfect dress. Every dress had something wrong. It was either it was too revealing, or it was too covered. Frustrated, I threw the dress in my hand, and fell on the bed, arms spread like someone tired of life. Which I was.“Michelle.” My mother poked her head inside the room. “Still haven't found the perfect dress?” I looked at her. “What do you think?” I forced myself to sit up, when she walked in. “I should just call him to cancel.” “Why the hell would you do that?” My brows furrowed, and I gestured to the clothes scattered on the bed. “If this isn't enough proof, I don't know what is.”“Stop looking for excuse to hide in your closet,” she laughed, checking out a dress. “This looks good.” I groaned, pushing all the clothes aside. “I'm not going anywhere.” She gave a stern loo
Kieran's POV. I pushed the door opened, and stepped into the boardroom. Immediately everyone stood up, and bowed their head in respect. Except Damien who still acts like he is the one in charge. I looked at Damien, locking eyes with the wannabe desperate brother I haven't seen in five months. He hadn't changed one bit. Still the same bigheaded idiot who thinks he has a valid face card. I walked closer, hands tucked in my pockets, each step calculated, and filled with menace, my gaze still on Damien like a predator surveying its prey. He remained calm, unfazed by my presence, which made my blood boil over. He really must think he is in power. “Welcome brother.” Damien smiled, and stood. “How was your holiday?” I didn't answer. He turned back to the board members, gesturing to them. “We have been working our butt closing deals and increasing profits.” He turned back to me, shaking his head. “While you were away on an island with a lot of girls.” I raised an eyebrow, and scoffed
Michelle's POV. I sat by the corner of the room, staring at the walls like it had all the answers I needed. I had just made fun of myself in from of Jonathan and Sarah. Fuck, Jonathan must think I'm some kind of pick me girl who throws a tantrum when someone touches her. “How are you feeling?” My mother asked, handing me a cup of hot tea. “Feeling better?” I took it from her with a hand, the other hand rubbing my temples. “Thank you,” I muttered, taking a sip. The hot liquid going down my throat was rust I needed right now. I exhaled deeply, relaxing a little. “C'mon Michelle, don't sweat it,” she said, taking her seat beside me. “It's not like it was intentional.” “Hmm, from where I see it, it is.” I frowned, setting the cup gently on the table. She sighed. “Look, Michelle,” she said, her voice soft. “I know you're still worried about what happened five months ago. But you need to let go. Nothing is going to happen to us.” “Nothing?” I raised an eyebrow. “Should I remind you
Michelle's POV. The party was beautiful. But I hated every second of it. Everything reminded me of the one person I didn't want to think about. Kieran. Where the hell was Kieran? Did I break him? Has Damien actually defeated him? Was Kieran just hiding in the shadows for now?Part of me wanted to call Mira and asked her about Kieran's whereabouts. But then I told myself that it clearly wasn't my business. I have moved on. I stood near the far end of the room with a glass of wine I had barely touched, watching people move and laugh and talk like it was the easiest thing in the world. Everyone had somewhere to be and someone to stand next to. I had a glass of wine and a headache.I smoothed the front of my gown and reminded myself to breathe.“You look remarkable.”I turned.It was Jonathan. “Thank you,” I said.He smiled like I had just said something worth smiling. . “Are you enjoying the evening, Michelle?”“Trying to,” I said, looking back at the party. “Are you?” He laughed
MICHELE'S POV. Kieran didn't let go even after the cameraman told us that he had taken the shot. And as stupid as I was, I deepened the kiss. Part of me wanted to let go, but my mouth was just curious. I wanted this so bad. Finally, he lets go, and regret crashes over me instantly. I quickly loo
KIERAN'S POV.I only agreed to this public figure nonsense cause I wanted to focus freely on chasing the lead. I don't need proof or a seer to tell me that Paul had placed someone somewhere to give him a report about my activities in Paris. After Tami's arrest, I couldn't help but notice how extra
Michelle’s POV. “You had sex with Kieran!” Lana shouted, her mouth wide open in shock. I grabbed her wrist and hissed, “Are you mad? Keep your voice down.”“You had sex with Kieran,” she whispered, but her voice was still loud. “Keep…” She cut me off. “Like, you had sex with Kieran… Kieran Cast
Michelle’s POV. Damien and I sat quietly in the café shop near the club. I kept gulping down the bottle of water to avoid the awkward tension growing between us. I tried to ditch him, but he insisted on staying till I was sober enough to move alone. “Why are you drinking yourself like that?” he







