“No! I’m not breaking up with you. I said I can’t cheat Mishka.” Christian answered. “Hah…. Are you listening to yourself, Christian Knight? What nonsense are you talking about?” Lia yelled at him. “Listen to me first and stop interrupting me!” Christian said calmly, and Lia rolled her eyes. “Let’s be friends again. I’m not breaking up with you, but let’s take a break from our relationship, and once I’m divorced, we’ll start over our relationship.” Christian said. “And Lia, you knew things would be different and difficult once I’ll get married. We even decided not to see each other often. Then why are you being problematic now?” “I’m being problematic?” Lia asked with a sarcastic laugh, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t believe this!” “Lia, I’m dealing with lots of issues right now. I expect you to support me. The company is suffering, my marriage is suffering. Things aren’t going the way we had planned. Mishka has changed our entire game with her masterstroke. Everything is so messed
Christian’s words deeply hurt Lia and she was enraged that he didn’t even try to call her after she abruptly left Danny’s place. She was guilty of cheating on Christian, but it was before confronting him. Now that Christian wanted a break from her, Lia felt free to date or hook up with anyone. She picked up her phone from the nightstand and messaged Tommy Blenth to confirm her trip with him. “Hey there, this is Lia. I hope you recognized me!” Lia texted. “Of course, I never forget passionate nights with gorgeous girls. (winks)” “Really?” Lia blushed. “Yup! Anyway, did you think about my proposal?” “What proposal?” She played dumb. “Will you come to Miami with me?” “I think I can join you,” she said. “Great! I’ll book our tickets.” “Okay!” Lia texted and tossed her phone on the bed with a sheepish smile on her face. *** Mishka lunged over at Christian to get the letter from him because Vera never wanted Christian to know about her real reasons and hate his father. Also, Mish
Mishka walked into the living area and inquired the servant about Luke. They stopped cleaning the side tables and looked at her. It was the first time they saw Mishka flaring in anger, and her expressions were unreadable. “Sir Luke has gone on a business trip this morning and will return three days later.” The servant said meekly lowering his head, and Mishka threw the glass vase on the floor in frustration. She was literally boiling in anger as she desperately looked for the answers that left Vera in this state. At the reverse counting, Mishka tried to calm herself and looked at the servant who was cleaning the mess she created. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” Mishka apologised. “Let me help you,” She bent down, but the servant stopped her. “It’s alright. Please do not apologise. This is my work. Let me do this.” The servant said with a warm smile and Mishka felt more guilty. She left the living area, walked into her room and called Agatha through the intercom. A
Standing before the dresser, Mishka was trying to attach the hooks of her black shimmery blouse for the nth time and groaned in frustration. She called Agatha to help her when Christian walked into the room unannounced. “Ah… Agatha, finally you’re here! Can you please fix this for me?” Mishka left her blouse open. Christian’s breath got hitched, the fantastic view rendered him speechless, and it made him forget his anger momentarily. When Agatha didn’t come forward to help or answer her, Mishka looked up in the mirror, and horror washed over her, witnessing Christian behind at the door in a crisp blue suit with a white shirt underneath. She screamed loudly covering herself with a bathrobe turned to him, “Can’t you knock before coming inside, Christian Knight?” She gritted her teeth. “Right, I’m sorry!” Christian gulped, looking away. “You should’ve locked the door! Anyone could just walk in!” He glared at her and turned to leave. “This is my house! I can do whatever I want.” Mishk
It was already late afternoon when Jennifer woke up, and because of heavy drinking last night, she was experiencing throbbing pain in her head. She sat on her bed and dialled the intercom to call a servant, but no one picked up her call in the kitchen. She held her head in her hand, groaning in pain, and a few minutes later, stepped out of her room. She turned to the staircase when she bumped into Vera’s nurse and the medicines slipped from her hand. “What the hell are you doing, woman? Can’t you see?” Jennifer shouted at the old nurse, and the latter lowered her head, apologising to her. “By the way, what are you doing here? You should be in the west wing?” Jennifer asked, raising an eyebrow. “Mrs Knight is shifted to the main mansion.” The nurse answered meekly. “What? When? Where?” Jennifer shrieked loudly. “This morning, on this floor and in that room.” The nurse pointed at Mishka’s old room. “Who has given you the instruction to shift her?” Jennifer asked in a deep, cunning
Following instructions from Rose, nearly two hours later, Mishka was walking on the ramp like a supermodel, and Tommy, leaning at the pillar behind the stage, was watching her with his keen eyes. He was sure that he has seen more gorgeous women in the industry he works in, but he found this new model different, her sexy dimpled smile when she tripped a few times because of high heels, her long dark brown wavy hair, her big brown eyes, the way she was carrying herself, everything attracted him, and he felt a sudden urge to possess her body. “Tommy, over here! Let’s do the rehearsals and then get ready for the show.” Rose waved at Tommy, and he walked in their direction, maintaining his stare at Mishka. Mishka and Tommy walked back to their initial position and walked together on the ramp, Tommy slipped his hand in Mishka’s waist as they reached the bottom. Mishka flashed her gorgeous smile, looking straight into the cameras. But she felt him making a circle on her back. Her eyes snap
“Look at me!” Christian lifted her chin with his index finger, and Mishka looked up into his eyes. “Aunt Rose is going to donate all the money to orphans. I’ve to make this successful. Not for anyone, but for those kids, it’s important!” She said, her lips trembling. Christian made her sit in the chair. “I don’t think it’s a good idea!” He handed her a glass of water and she took a small sip. “And now that you own fifty-one per cent shares at Knight, you can donate as much as you want. Let’s go home!” “That’s not my money. I can’t use it.” Mishka shook her head and before Christian could say anything further, his phone started ringing in his trouser and Leo’s name flashed on the screen. “It’s grandpa,” Christian said. Mishka looked up at him. “Don’t tell anything to him, please.” She whispered, and Christian nodded, taking the call. “Where is Mishka? Did you find her? Is she alright?” Leo bombarded Christian with questions. “She is fine, grandpa. Nothing to worry about. She got
Mishka glanced on her right and was stunned to find Christian in a dashing blue suit with a white silk shirt underneath. Christian glanced at Mishka with a mischievous smile and winked at her, leaning into her. “Focus on the show, not on me!” He said in his deep voice and Mishka blinked her eyes with a smile that was finally reaching her eyes. They both turned their head to the cameras and gave their best shots. It was a majestic sight to behold. London’s most trending couple were setting the ramp on fire with their sizzling appearances, and the crowd was going gaga over them. The crowd cheered for them as the show ended. Lia was utterly shocked and fumed in anger, looking at the power couple. In the past, she asked Christian a few times to do some modelling assignment with her, but he bluntly refused, and now he was on the ramp, holding his wife possessively. Lia left the auditorium throwing daggers in their direction, while Jake suppressed his pent-up frustration staring at them.