Mag-log inPOV: NicholeThe gravel crunched under the tires as the sedan crawled to a stop. Xavier off the headlights and the entire forest swallowed us in absolute darkness.We got out of the car. The air smelled of damp earth and pine needles. Ahead sat a low, concrete structure with a flat roof and reinforced steel window shutters. It did not look like a house but resembles a bunker.Xavier pushed open the heavy iron door and inside, the air was cold and smelled of dust. He walked straight to the kitchen counter where a row of black electronics sat. He picked up his personal phone, corporate phone, and the car’s GPS transponder. He took a small metal tool from his pocket, popped the SIM cards out, and snapped them in half with his thumbs. He dropped the pieces into a glass of water on the counter. Then he turned to us."We are off the grid," Xavier said flatly. "Mira's father has connections with the state police but they cannot track the signals here."Elena sank into an old leather armc
POV: NicholeXavier’s hand clamped around my wrist, his fingers were cold, but his grip was like iron. He pulled me away from the wall and my heels skidded on a wet patch of spilled champagne.But he didn't slow down. He dragged me straight through the cluster of guests.I looked down as we passed his mother who lay lifeless on her side, her grey silk gown soaked in red wine from the broken glass and a man in a tuxedo was loosening her collar. Two feet away, Mira was screaming into her phone, her mascara running in dark tracks down her cheeks. She looked up, saw us, and pointed a red-nailed finger."Stop them!" she shrieked at us.Xavier ignored her as he pushed past Lord Sterling, who was his uncle, shoulder-charging the older man out of the way. Elena ran hard behind us, her hand holding up the hem of her heavy dress so she wouldn't trip.We burst through the heavy glass exit doors into the night air. Instantly, the dark was gone as white light exploded in my eyes. Ten paparazzi o
POV: NicholeThe four security guards in black suits dragged me and Elena. Their shoes banged on the polished marble. I pressed my back against the ballroom wall as the gold leaf on the molding dug into my shoulder blades."Stop and leave her alone." Xavier’s voice cut through the room as the guards stopped instantly. Two of them dropped their hands to their sides as Xavier approached us and looked straight at me who was helplessly held by the guards. He did not look at the three hundred guests in the room as his breath came fast and furious. His mouth stayed slightly open as his blood boiled in fury and an angry line formed between his eyebrows.The silence in the boardroom lasted for five seconds and after that people started whispering. The sound grew from a low hum into a loud rattle as Mrs. Vance Xavier's mother shifted her diamond necklace Xavier's uncle stepped back into the shadow of a marble pillar.Across the floor, Mira stood next to the tiered cake, her fingers curled int
POV: Nichole"Nichole?"Xavier called as his eyes widened in shock seeing me present in his engagement party.The whole hall went silent and every glass stopped moving. All conversation died and over two hundred people turned and stared at the door where I was standing and nobody made a sound.Xavier had a velvet box in his hand and his knee was still coming off the floor. He looked at me like he was seeing something he had buried weeks ago suddenly standing in front of him and breathing.Elena placed her hand against my back as we walked in.My heels hit the floor and the people moved to the sides, clearing the way for me, but I kept my eyes on Xavier and kept walking.Then his mother stepped in front of me."What are you doing here, you creep?" She spoke with so much venom in her words. "How did you get in here?""I need to talk to Xavier Ma'am."I said."No, you need to turn around and walk back out the way you came.""Please, just let me….""I said get out of here! Let you what?" S
(POV: Xavier)We arrived at the most anticipated engagement party ever. Mira and I were to be engaged today. The hall was full and every seat was taken, every corner was occupied by someone important.Chandeliers pushed warm gold light across the room and the air smelled of expensive perfume and catered food with the ambition that gathered whenever enough wealthy people stood in one place. My guests got so busy with conversation and many crystal glasses caught the light and different calibers of people laughed in their conversation with polished bursts from every direction. Honestly, by any measure, it was a perfect evening.But I was very calmly walking inside the hall. I moved through it with a champagne glass I had not touched and a smile I had been practicing since six o'clock.Precisely it's just to shake the hands of my guests and welcome them warmly and move on. I said to myself.I had done this a hundred times in different boardrooms, charity dinners and shareholder meetings.
POV: NicholeI was still in bed at nine o’clock.I heard Elena moving around in the other room. Hangers sliding along the rail in my wardrobe and a zip opening and the sound of her getting things arranged a sif we are going to somewhere. She had let herself in early and started without even asking me because she knew that if she asked, I would say no.I stared at the ceiling.‘I'm not going,’ I thought. ‘I have already decided and I am not going.’Elena appeared in the doorway holding a deep green dress on a hanger and looked at me the way a woman looks at someone who is about to make a mistake she has already seen coming."Get up," she said."Elena, I've been thinking about this and I don't think….""Get up, Nichole.""I don't have an invitation. I don't belong there and I can't just walk in there and make a scene and it'll look like I'm desperate and….""You are carrying his child Nichole," She said it flat and clear, with no softness around it. "You are not desperate. You are a wo







