LOGINLAURA'S POV
I stare at myself in the mirror one last time.Tilting my head and letting my hair fall over my shoulders in perfect, glossy waves, I run my eyes once again over the black dress. It clings to me perfectly, the hem stopping far above my knees so that if I so much as cross my legs, his head would fall out of stability.It is the dress he bought me for my last birthday. He said then that it made me look like I belonged on the cover of a magazine.Hopefully, he'll see me that same way today. My nails are freshly done in a deep red that matches the undertone of my lipstick.Liam's my husband, I know what he likes and what gets to him.He's never let me visit him in his office, but lately, he has been avoiding me more than I care to admit. He barely takes my calls or responds to my messages and keeps giving silly excuses about late night meetings.I really don't care if he's seeing someone else, I just need toLAURA'S POV The car screeched to a halt. Liam's hands are trembling so hard I fear they'll somehow call off from their sockets. "Laura...Laura...." That's all he can say. Tears sting the back of my eyes as I reach my hands out to steady his. "She was my mom...she was..." He snatches husband's away from mine to deal heavy blows on the steering wheel, groaning in pain as he does so. The tears in my eyes finally break free. "I'm so sorry, Liam." I've never seen him in so much anguish. "She was my mom..she was my mom..." "She died to protect you, Liam. She died for you, so everything you built wouldn't go down the drain. She's the best mother you could've asked for." No words of comfort are good enough to stop him from screaming, or stop the tears pouring endlessly down his eyes. Finally he reaches his hand out for mine again. "I'm an orphan now," he says looking
DENVER'S POV There's a smirk on her face as her brown boots clang on the marbled floor. "Hello, boyfriend." She drags the last word sarcastically, lowering herself into the leather seat opposite mine. She drags her leg over the other ensuring I have a good look of her thighs through the short, flay leopard print skirt she's putting on. It's not giving the effect she's hoping it would, unfortunately she doesn't know this. Yet. "What're you doing here?" I ask, pouring the rest of the whiskey bottle down my throat. "You're not happy to see me? Awww." Then she cackles with annoying laughter. Anyway, I came to offer my condolences to your stepmother. I saw the news." I nod absentmindedly. "Thank you. Is that it?" She shrugs, "What were you expecting?" I don't know, that's the truth. A part of me wanted her to walk in here with bags around her eyes and some tears glistening in them, asking me to forgive her for almost ruining my business and begging not to be stripped of her positio
LAURA'S POV Liam's waiting in front of the police station like he did the last time. There are no flowers in his hands this time, instead there are dark circles around his eyes, his shoulders sagging like the weight of the world is on his shoulders."Baby," he opens his arms wide to envelop me in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry about everything you've had to pass through because of me." The first tear slips down my cheeks. "Where's my son?" "He's with the nanny. I asked her to call me if anything comes up.""I sniffle against Liam's shoulder, "I was so scared. I thought...I saw my life flash before my eyes and in that moment all I could think of was you and my son."His arms wrap tighter around my waist, nose digging into my hair, "Nothing would happen to you. Not under my watch. Let me get things sorted with the cops, we'll head straight for the hospital so you can see him."I nod, releasing myself from his grip. When he returns, we both get into the car. "I need a tow truck to get m
NERIAH'S POV "M...Myles?" His eyes sweep over me, stopping at the dress in my hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in. I thought you'd be up and ready to leave."My lashes blink rapidly as heat flushes up my neck and cheeks. "I.. I'm preparing." He nods and turns around, "And your friend?" "She too. We'll be down soon." Satisfied, he walks away without another word. Shit! "So that's Myles?" My heart skips with fear as her voice crawls up my ears. "What's your problem?" Pushing past her I storm into the bathroom, locking the door after me. I can still hear her annoying chuckle wafting through the air. "I should be asking you what the problem is. The man's pretty." I'm sure she has her mouth pressed against the space in between the door and its hinges. What a pest. "You can have him for yourself then," I call out, grabbing one of the new toothbrushes from a pack, scrubbing my teeth fiercely to get rid of the stench of alcohol from my breath. Why the hell did Myles bring m
DENVER'S POV "The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable..."Neriah pick your fucking phone!She's really not at her own place and Eden doesn't know where she is either. If her phone were turned on, I'd have traced her location, instead I asked Ethan to find out where Myles Maverick's apartment is located. He found fifty-two buildings across the state. Where the hell do I begin to search her out from?Turning off the engine of the Ferrari in front of Sara's house, I lean my forehead on the steering wheel. This is all so tiresome. Why can't life just be the way I want it? Why does it always have to be fucking complicated?Sara's face peeks out of the window and in a couple of seconds, she's running down her front steps. Her usually glowing face looks dry and completely void of any form of color. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask walking out of the car. She throws her arms around my neck, a sob racking her fram
NERIAH'S POV There's a chainsaw driving through my brain. My lids flicker open, forcing my eyes to adjust to the brightness in the room. This place...there are golden chandeliers, twinkling like the stars, a ceiling fan twirling like the wings of angels. My body is bound by soft, white sheets..these must be clouds. I must be in heaven. But...how did I die?That splitting ache pierces through my head again, bringing back the memory of the evening before. I'd dropped at a bar and then I met with someone, a lady. Who was she?Someone's palm grazes my arm causing me to squeal loudly. Grabbing the sheets over my chest, I turn to look into large, blue eyes. "What the hell?" She looks around her, confusion etched all over her expression. So she too doesn't know where she is or how she got here. "Where am I? You're that girl from the lab, aren't you?" My eyes widen with recognition. Aha! She's that lab







