FAZER LOGINTristan's POV“What? Did you just ask about my identity?” I asked, believing that my ears were playing a trick on me.“Yes. Who are you, mister? And what am I doing here?”Has Anastasia lost her memories?Amnesia? That seemed like a plausible conclusion.I was shocked to hear her ask such questions, and it also terrified me because I knew this would be terrible. Losing one's memories after such an accident would be drastic, and I immediately wanted to go and call the doctors to come and check on her.But before I could leave, my steps faltered as I realized something.She had lost her memories, which meant she might not remember our estranged relationship.This might actually work in my favor.This might be the heavens helping me and wanting me to get my wife back.I shouldn't let go of this opportunity.“Do... what did you say earlier?” I asked as I stepped forward to her, and she looked at me bashfully.“I... who are you? And who am I? What am I doing here?” she blabbered, which fur
Tristan's POV“Jobless pervert!”That was Kelvin's nickname for me.Kelvin had called me pathetic because I had developed the hobby of following Anastasia around these days, and today was one of those days that I had tailed behind her.She had just left the business meeting with that rat, whom I hated to the bone. I had found out that there was nothing between him and Anastasia, but I knew he was up to no good because he kept hovering around her, which was why I lost myself in the restroom earlier today.But I had to say, I had been losing my emotions these past few days. It was all worth it, though. I got to kiss my wife, whom I had missed dearly.“I wonder what we'll do next time we see each other...” I was saying, but my eyebrows furrowed in shock when I saw that Anastasia's car had just run through a red light.What's that?Ever since I started following her car, she had never broken any traffic rules, so I didn't know why this looked suspicious.“Maybe she has somewhere to be,” I
Anastasia's POVI felt the room suddenly become suffocating after hearing Ethan's words. It felt like a cruel joke was being played right in front of me because how could his latest condition be even worse than the last one?I thought nothing could be worse than Tristan's condition, but it seemed Ethan Hale had taken the award. He had gone lower than I could have imagined. Did he think I was an escort to even suggest such a humiliating condition?How dare he humiliate me like this?“That... I don't think...” Mr. Stiles stammered, but I cut him off.“Do you people think a woman is a plaything that you can put a price tag on?” I blurted, my tone harsh.I saw Mr. Stiles shift uncomfortably, but I couldn't care less about offending anyone at that moment.“What? No, of course not. Don't get me wrong, I'm not implying—” he rambled, but I interrupted him.“Oh, do you mean to say you don't know how your shallow words could offend me? Oh, Mr. Hale is such an innocent brat that he doesn't even
Anastasia's POVThe kiss was fierce yet slow, a strange combination of hot and cold, as Tristan slipped his hand behind my head and deepened the kiss, not giving me a chance to fight back. Or did I simply not want to fight back?“Mhmm...” I moaned into the kiss as Tristan's tongue moved against mine, while I wrapped my arms around his neck, getting lost in the kiss. His hand roamed over my body, leaving me breathless.“Fuck... I've missed you,” he breathed as he broke the kiss, leaving us both panting for breath. But before I could realize what he was doing, his lips moved down to my neck. He tugged at my dress strap, and I wanted to berate him, but the moment I felt his feverish lips against my skin, moving down to my cleavages every bit of reasoning flew out the window.“Urgh...” I breathed as he kissed along my neck and collarbone, his hands moving over me while the other rested against my thigh, moving inwards sending lingering sensations through me.My mind was telling me this wa
Anastasia's POVMr. Stiles had been in a dilemma ever since our meeting with Ethan Hale, and coupled with the fact that even though we had investigated him, we couldn't find anything on him, which made it even more disturbing.How could someone have stayed hidden all his life? Didn't that mean they had something to hide?I had been so concerned about the ST project that I neglected all my other projects, but Mr. Stiles got back to me today, and he had decided to go with Ethan Hale's proposal. I wasn't quite pleased because it would have been better to have Tristan invest, but with his ridiculous condition, we would just have to stick with what we could get.“So, are you going to sign the contract today?” I asked Mr. Stiles over the phone after he shared the news with me.“Yes, and this time, the offer was better. They are doubling the investment, which means we can complete the project seamlessly, but there's something he's asking for,” he said, and my ears perked up when I heard that
Serena's POVMy face paled with shock as I tried to register Tristan's words, but the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. How could Anastasia be his world?Shouldn't she be the woman he hated the most?Hadn't I schemed all these years so that Tristan could hate Anastasia? I made sure that everyone in the Brooke family wouldn't see her as anything more than a leech or a bully, so how did she manage to whitewash herself and make Tristan fall head over heels for her?Or could this be a result of me leaving years ago, which allowed Anastasia to have Tristan under her charm? That was the only explanation I could think of.“Serena, are you alright? You look pale. Should I take you to the hospital?” he asked, looking worried, and I almost cursed at him.How could he be worried about me when he had just dropped a bombshell and told me to my face that I would never be close to Anastasia in his heart?“I'm fine... I'm just surprised that you loved her this much,” I lied. I could







