NERIAH'S POV Panic's been brewing in me all evening because no matter how many times I call Denver, his phone keeps ringing until it cuts off...and my chest gets tighter with every failed attempt. I don’t know if he’s sick or if he's unable to take my calls because he's not in a good place to. I can’t seem to shake the feeling that something bad has happened to him. I have a meeting with Myles in less than an hour but how am I supposed to sit across from him and talk business if my nerves are a roller coaster?Maybe I should call Gia...but almost immediately, my hands retract from my cellphone. I can already imagine the tone she’ll use if I dare to ask her anything about Denver. That sly, cold way she speaks when I need something from her. I’m not about to give her that level of satisfaction.Ethan would've been the best person to reach but he hasn’t picked up a single one of my calls all day. At this point, I don't even want to see my
DENVER'S POV I can't believe she's back. And she did something to her hair too. It's...pink. "Don't say it. I know you didn't miss me." "You do?" I croak. That doesn't sound like my usual voice at all. Plus my eyes are heavy and my throat seems to be on fire. This doesn't feel good. "Yeah. You just called for that pimp. Why? You thought I was her? Let me guess, she's been the one warming your bed since I left, hasn't she? No wonder you didn't bother to look for me.""Get out of my room if you're going to be so dramatic, Gia. As you can see I'm trying to rest.""Why are you in bed claiming to want to rest at this hour of the day?" She places a hand on my forehead and her eyes widen. "Fuck, Denver. You're burning up. Are you okay?" "I think the answer's pretty obvious. Let me have some water." She hurries to the fridge and hands me a cold bottle. "I need to cool you down with a wet towel."
LAURA'S POV I strongly believe he humiliated me. On purpose. Something tells me he knows about Neriah because how's it that he couldn't stop bringing her up in the conversation? And for heaven's sake why couldn't I control myself as he went on about her?I know I'm not book-smart but how did I forget everything I was supposed to say? Every. Damn. Thing!Liam hasn't spoken to me since the day before yesterday. In fact he didn't come home that night. And Liam's never slept out except for when he isn't in the city. What the hell am I going to do? When I hear a knock at my door, I tie the strings of my robe together and straighten my hair. "Come in," it must be the new nanny. She usually brings Liam Junior to me every morning. "This room is really fancy." Fuck. It's Montero. "What the hell are you doing here? Are you crazy?" I grab his arm and pull him back towards the door. Liam went out this morning but he could be back any minute. I no longer know his schedule and even if I do,
NERIAH'S POV Fear. Yes, that's what I'm just feeling as I sashay out of Denver Chadwick's bedroom. Seeing him lying there with his face ashen and his eyes black, I know it's only a matter of time before he becomes a corpse. Tears seep slowly into my eyes. If Denver dies what am I going to do? How am I going to get back at Laura and Liam? Gia detests me so she wouldn't be willing to help in any way at all. There's no other person I can reach out to ask for help. Maybe Myles? But I'm not sure. Myles has no personal vendetta against them. He wouldn't want to be involved with something as messy as revenge. When Ethan picked Denver's call, I knew I had to go and see how he was doing even when I've been trying to avoid him. I'd have to put whatever I have against him aside for the meantime so we can find a means to make his dreams come true before he dies. Gosh, it sounds so weird just thinking of it alone. I
DENVER'S POV I must find my father's will at all cost. Even if it's the last thing I do. There's blood spattered all over my hands, and my chest feels extremely heavy. I've been in bed all day because I don't think my body can support me if I try to lift it. At this point I wish there was someone around who'd rub my head like my mother used to when I was sick. She was a frail woman but she was the best caregiver I've ever met. She'd rub my head and sing to me, even when I complained that I was too old for all of that drama. I never knew how special that made me feel. Well, not until now. My phone has been in my hand for the past hour. I've been scrolling through my contact list thinking of who to call. I can't call Gia, she hasn't still come home till now. I don't know if I should call Neriah, hell I infuriated the lady and I don't expect her to have forgiven me. Maybe I should call that old butler my father assigned to take care of me. Ethan. Another spasm of cough rac
NERIAH'S POV My knees betray me as his soft lips latch onto mine, sucking greedily. My head's screaming for me to stop but somehow my hand snakes up to hold the back of his head, deepening the kiss. When I hear the tires scrunch on gravel, that's when I push Denver away from me but it's too late. Myles is driving away. Denver turns around to leave as well but there's no way he's walking away when he just created an ungodly scene in front of my house. "Are you crazy!?" I yell. He looks very...unremorseful. "Married people kiss all the time, Neriah. Don't make a big deal out of it." "You're definitely crazy. I AM NOT YOUR WIFE! You gave me a null piece of paper to sign, that doesn't count as marriage you dumbass!" Denver raises his brow. "I've never seen you this riled up, perhaps I've been underestimating you." Then he takes out a stick of cigarette from the inner pocket of his jacket and places it between his lips. "Oh, no you don't!" I snatch it away. "What is wrong with you