Donald's POV That early morning, Melissa left my residence without uttering more words. Not even an answer to the question she asked. I was troubled seemingly because I haven't confirmed if her memory was successfully erased. The last time I erased someone's memory was 10 years ago and I had my necklace on. Therefore, having her left despite Stacy's persuasion in turn made me worry. I have no idea she speaks Portuguese let alone learned of what I had done to her. Perhaps, she vented because she still remembers everything I erased and stylishly escaped from my wrath. She was such an amazing one to have pretended and left my premises without the fear of being killed. Then, what was the essence of persuading her to stay when I was the real bad guy who had made her life miserable from the start? However, that afternoon, I got her message to have lunch with her at Redwood Restaurant today. I couldn't believe I'd arrived 20 minutes before her speculated time. In the luxury Restaurant,
Donald's POVMelissa caught me off guard with her proposal. If she was that desperate to stop the engagement with Ezio, was using me the best plan to come up with? Since she learned of me, definitely, she must have also learned of Ezio, her groom-to-be.Despite this awareness, she was still willing to strike a deal with me. What a poor Lady!A light smirk embrace my face as I noticed her legs were twisting against each other as she sashayed out of my presence.Meanwhile, I had sent Stacy and Edward to look into the reason Father attacked Scott's residence unduly. Whale Wing had cooperated so far with the deal made with the Shark Wing, so, I found no reason why Alessandro would kidnap Melissa. In fact, Melissa's attitude towards the engagement proved to me that Scott wants to sell his heiress to the Shark Wing. That was enough of a pledge to back up his Oath toward Alessandro. Why would father still attack him? Bing!The sudden beeping of my phone called for my attention and I divert
Donald's POV"Did I keep you waiting?"Melissa squeezed her face on looking up at me. Sluggishly shook her head twice in a response to tell me NO, however, she jeopardized that decency by lashing out at me in her usual counterattacking manner."That means I should admit we are even! Now, I can greet you without hindrance and pride."She rose from the chair and curtsied royally while murmuring along in a humble voice, "Good afternoon, Mr. Donald Don."I almost drool from my lips but firmly poised to rebuke all her sarcasm, "Funny!" I snarled without responding to her gesture rather took my seat.Having realized I was indifferent, she turned on that demonic side of hers again. With a sneer, she uttered without hindrance, "Your eyes were red and you looked meaner than when you left."I held her statement within nor appeared mortified, instead, I fixated on the table. The dishes have been cleared except for the wines. In front of me was an opened booklet which I ignored and reply to her.
Melissa's POV Throughout the ride, I was still aggrieved and I have no idea why such feelings kept draining me. I refused to let it show on me. I should be happy that one of my plans worked out and I don't have to worry anymore but deep down in my core, I felt unrest. I need to talk it out to someone, however, no one... For me, there was no shoulder to lean on. No friend to sob with me and no family to have my back. I felt empty and alone. As if I was straying off... As if I wasn't my usual self. I had blocked Alice and Kelly on all of my social media and I did not feel guilty about it. Friendship needs to be genuine! Not fake! But for this step I took, I was clueless... I don't know if this was the right decision, however, I didn't have any bad feelings toward it. I need to make this man aware that the relationship we shared was nothing but fake should in case I did not succeed in my Task. "Do you think I was the culprit who attack your residence?" Donald finally broke the s
How could he judge me ridiculously? There wouldn't be a way I would waste my saliva on replying to him. Instead, I hissed and sauntered out of his presence."This section is reserved." A bassy male voice stopped me, followed by his huge frame blocking my path.His intimidating action brought back that old man's memory. What I was yet to verify was his connection to Don. It was Donald's men who shot at me but I woke up to that man's torture then, Donald came to my rescue... that aspect confuse me and for the days I spent with him, I did not catch sight of the man.Why protect me if he wants me dead? I closed my eyes briefly and shut down the feelings."What...? Reserved by who?!" I asked the man astonishingly. Yet, he did not waver on his stand. The same was the three other men behind him. Their scowls were mercilessly dark and enough to send one hanging.I backed off and glared around narrowly. Those customers around were scanty compared to yesterday when I came chopping. My gaze did
Melissa's POV Every ounce in me wanted to talk to Donald but he was stoic and resilient throughout the chopping. That afternoon did not just go by with chopping for dresses alone. We as well do the necessary things as a couple, however, I wouldn't term it as a date. It sucks that he kept to himself all through. Each attempt to make him laugh or chitchat with me failed, regardless, he did not appear gloomy. This part of him was just too difficult to define! And I noticed it worsened after the encounter with that rude man. Only God knows what happened between them. Judging by their affluence, they might be rivals and sworn enemies. Couldn't he be thankful that I save his a$s from such a man?The silence was too awkward that I could no longer handle it as he drive. "Can you at least turn the music on? This silence is killing me." I murmured. He wasn't responding. His palms were rubbing the steering tightly that I could see the shot of blood that made his hands pale. "Was that man s
Melissa's POVLurid surprise overtook me the moment Donald walked me into a Ball party. I was forced to ask for the reason he brought me there but my gut was too sealed to utter. I just couldn't face him after what happened.Yet, he had held my hand with his to prevent me from ambling around erratically. That embarrassed me more and with the fact that I couldn't mutter a word to stop him even when the address was sent to me. How could I be that dumb to follow his lead?As soon as I fled from the elevator, my muddled mind kept asking my head the same question nonstop, 'What did I just do with him?'But this silly man could only grin at me the first moment he stepped out, "Does something like that move you?" I felt nothing but the mocking in his tone. That travesty smirk threw me back from the awareness that I was swaying aimlessly within the foyer. "Melissa, it was just an illustration, don't you want them to see us so intimated?" He still pouted with that mockery tone.I fastened m
Melissa's POV I tried to move forward and fail miserably because my feet wouldn't listen to me. All they wanted was to stay put on the spot. So I stood there like a statue. My body felt heavy, my legs were numb and my head felt so thick that nothing could pass through it. Tears thickened within my eyelid. I tried to put it under control by fixating my gaze on the floor. No matter how I tried to be strong my father always makes me weak and often time, I feel like the world was revolving around me just to my disadvantage. I have always dreamed to have the kind of love life that my parent shared. There was nothing blissful in a marital home than to have a loving husband who did love you despite all your condemnations and flaws. A sweet husband that would make every moment of your days with him worth living. A caring husband who despite all your disputes, he would still cherish you even more than himself. A man who would treat you differently in the most selfless way than whatever othe