Emily
I smile at the phone, wiping my tears and I feel better now. My grouch boss can be so patient to explain things like this is something beyond my imagination.
But he's good.
Even though he talked about the work, I feel like it hits me hard with things I'm going through.
I lie on the tiny bed of my one-room apartment and look at the ceiling.
"Hide your weakness, Miss Benson", Kane's words echo inside my head.
As I close my eyes, I can hear my own words.
"I don't think I can survive without you, Ryan"
Opening my eyes, I sigh.
And with those open eyes, I can see the visual of my ex-boyfriend kissing his classmate!
 
Ivanna Since I wasn't expecting him to be here, I was a bit shocked. He glances up at me and his eyes freeze again like the day in the gym. It makes me kinda uncomfortable how he just gazes without any reaction. Maybe, he does it to everyone. I'm overthinking. "Come inside and have a seat," he says and looks down at the documents scattered on his table. I take small steps towards the table and take a seat. "Good morning," I say with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Iv—" "It's Mrs.," I immediately interrupt him.
ChristianMy entire body freezes as I see her standing devastated at the door. Her ravaged eyes settled sharply on me. I can see her body shivering, her jaw clenching and her ruddy eyes welling up.I strive to speak but my voice doesn't support me. I can't utter a single word. Something pulls me back— the fear, the anticipation.She walks towards me without blinking her eyes even for once."Ivanna, let me—" Kane strives to speak but she hoists his palm and interrupts him, reaching closer to me.I can hear her breathing heavily and weeping inside. Her eyes say how hurt and angry she is."Why did you—", she chokes. "Why did you do this to me?"Tears fill the corner of her eyes, making my heart ooze."Iv", I get closer, urging them to touch her face but she steps back."Don't touch me", her voice booms aro
Christian I walk towards her silently. The moonlight coming from the horizon is enough for me to spot her sitting in the corner of the terrace. Gathering her legs across her chest and pressing her forehead with her knees, she's shaking. I reach close and kneel before her. My hand automatically moves up to nuzzle her deep silky hair. "Why do you keep hurting me?" She complains while sobbing. I keep silent and let her speak. This is the only way she can feel better. "I'm not like you. I already said I don't belong to your world. I didn't grow up with money and power like you. For girls like us, our dignity matters the most
Ivanna I don't know why I'm hugging him to cry out. I should not. If he gives me the best memories, he's the one to give the worst too. I can feel my body shivering in burning pain inside me as he hugs me against him tightly, continuously asking me what happened. Why don't I stop finding comfort and peace in his arms? Even after knowing how many times he has lied to me, I still look for him when I'm in pain. Maybe, because no one was there to share this pain. I remember screaming alone in my apartment, crying all night. But there was no one to comfort me, hug me tightly and listen to me. I could never tell anyone what I was going through.
Ivanna "I love you, Iv" I can hear those three words echoing inside my head like a melody— so intense— so real. However, I know how good he's at lying. And how dumb I am to fall for his words every time. When did you become an emotional fool, Ivanna? I press my lips and whiff heavily. His tough arms cage me in a tight embrace as I feel his cosy breath fanning my skin. "I love you so much," he whispers again. "You might have said the same to Irene once, right?" The cruellest reply comes out of my mouth. What a pathetic girl I am to reply such a thing to a man who just confessed his feelings? Nonetheless, he didn't leave a choice for me. I wonder how many days it'll last. He was so complicated to understand. I can try to trust anything but his love. He doesn't love me. I know he just doesn't. It's just a crazy attraction that's holding us together.
Kane "Richard? Murder?" Shrugging, I roll my eyes in confusion. Murder, kidnapping, secrets, deal of a living human being— in short, Christian is giving me full-on mafia vibes lately. "I can't understand what you are saying. Stop speaking in instalments. Do you mean Richard killed three people?" "Yeah", he says, freezing his eyes outside. "I don't doubt exactly. I believe it. It's just that I don't have any proof" "Whom did he kill? And how do you know? How's that related to your actions?" I think I'll go crazy with questions until he clears up everything and he's taking too much time. He sighs. "My biological parents and his first wife", he utters. It takes me a few seconds to realise what he just said. His biological parents and Richard's wife?
Ivanna It's my first day at work and I thought it would be great. It's not like my colleagues are not nice but I can't stop getting frustrated over my life. I left the villa without meeting Christian. And I miss him now. I thought we'd have a great start to this day. He would wish me luck with a sweet morning kiss and it would be perfect. However, I can't take things out of my head. I feel low. I feel bad. From the moment I got to I was literally treated like a material, it freaked me out. No matter how badly he claims to love me, it's definitely not the way he should have made me his. I can't accept it anyway. No sane woman can accept to be materialised. I sigh, pulling off my chemical gloves and washing my hands. It's been a long shift. "I hope I didn't bore you", Jacob says, washing his hands. 
ChristianI can't describe the feeling in words. It feels like someone had poured water into the dead plant after the entire day. I kiss her forehead as she rubs her cheek against my chest, closing her eyes. I gently slide my fingers under her wet strands of hair and tuck them behind her ear, revealing her fresh beautiful skin."Too tired, my baby wife?" I chuckle."Umm! I'm sleepy," she rubs her eyes, speaking in a drowsy tone."Have you eaten something, huh?" I ask."No. I wanna sleep," she mumbles."Hey, no. Don't sleep now. Get up. You'll eat first," I scoff, parting her head away from my chest.Her eyes are still closed as she curls up her face. "No. I'm sleepy," she cries out."You need to eat first. I don't even know if you ate something the entire day. Don't throw tantrums and open your eyes," I shrug, getting her off my lap."You