로그인Varda's POVI wanted to ask him why he quit his job but I was afraid he would not react so well to my question, I had the feeling he would try to shift the blame on me so I remained speechless unsure of whether to console him or not. Davis eventually cleared his throat, interrupting the minutes of silence between us. "Do you want to come in?" He raised a brow at me. A heavy sigh of relief escaped from my lips. I snuck a glance at Clara and she flashed me a cheeky smile. At least that meant he was not completely mad at me."Sure, I would love to." I immediately replied when I realized I had not given a response. Davis' gaze shifted to Clara. "She is with you right?"I nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, she is my..." I paused halfway my sentences because I was unsure of what to address Clara as. I did not want to call her bodyguard because that sounded too serious and i had a feeling it would make Davis uncomfortable too so I could not help but brainstorm the right word to use. "Bod
Varda's POV I kept asking the receptionist until she eventually got irritated and asked me to leave. I stepped outside of the station, I was completely confused and so was Clara."Who is this Detective Carter guy we are looking for?" Clara asked eyeing me with concern. A small sigh escaped from my lips. "He is my friend. Or at least was my friend until I got imprisoned by Stephen." I ranted. Although that was a lie. Davis was not my friend, he was more than a friend to me. Davis used to be my boyfriend. He was my ex until my parents forced me into a relationship with Alex. Davis and I had ended things on a really bad note and I felt guilty that I was finally visiting him, only because I needed him for my own selfish desires. I marched towards the car, fully aware of one last place I could check before eventually giving up on Davis. "What are you doing? Are we headed back home?" Clara asked. I got into the car and she joined me in the back seat this time. "No, I have one last pl
Varda's POV I do not like Clara at all. She was mischievous and secretive, just like Stephen. That was probably why those two got along pretty well. I wondered what her relationship was like with him. Maybe she would at least tell me that. I cleared my throat, I was leaning comfortably in the back seat while Clara was in the front seat. "So tell me...." I started. "How did you and Stephen get to know each other? You two seem pretty close." I added my last statement in a suspicious tone. "Why? Are you jealous?" Clara asked in a mocking tone. I scoffed at her in disbelief. Jealous? Why would I be jealous? It was not like Stephen could possibly fall for an old woman like Clara. "Why would I be jealous? There is absolutely nothing to be jealous about." I scoffed, folding my arms and peeking through the window as the car slowly moved in motion. It was nice to finally see the outside world. Although I was not as excited as I was the first time I had stepped out of the mansion in a rea
Varda's POV I blinked twice, staring at him in complete disbelief. "What are you talking about?" "You are so annoying when you are persistent. I hope you know that?" Stephen shot dagger glares at me. My eyes twinkled with excitement. "Are you saying I am allowed to leave the mansion?" I was struggling to stop the smile that threatened to break across my face. "Yeah, have you changed your mind?" He raised a brow at me. I hastily shook my head in disagreement. "Of course not! I am so excited!" I squealed. Without thinking twice, I rushed into his arms causing Stephen to stagger backward in shock. I was just as surprised as he was by my actions too. Stupid Varda! Why did you act out of impulse? Stephen cleared his throat loudly and i took it as a hint to pull away. I knew he was not a big fan of physical touch anyways. Perhaps to him, it was like he was letting his guard down and one thing I noticed about Stephen was that he hated being taken off guard, he liked being prepared for e
Varda's POV "No!!" Stephen's loud voice cut through the air. I bit my lower lip and staggered backward at his sudden outburst. Why did he look so afraid of me leaving the mansion? I mean, it was not like Stephen like the idea of me leaving the mansion in the first place but something about his response today felt different. He looked really afraid, like he had predicted something bad would happen to me if I dared to step out of the mansion. Clara turned around to flash me a "I told you so" look which I returned with a death glare. Her job was to try and convince Stephen, not support him! "What are you waiting for?" I whisper-yelled at her. "This is the part where you try to convince him!" I snapped at her through gritted teeth. Clara gave me one last glance, as if she was trying to tell me to reconsider things but I did not want to. I had made up my mind that I was going to leave the mansion, gather information on Gabriel Fernandez and that was final! Nothing was going to stop me,
Varda's POVI got off my bed and pulled Clara by the wrist. "Come on, I need to take permission from Stephen." I pulled her out of my room.I shut the door behind me and let go off her wrist so I could fast."Ma'am.." Clara called out but I was so excited, for the first time since today, I felt glad to have Clara by my side. Maybe with her around, it meant I could finally leave the mansion whenever I wanted to, as long as she was going to be following me."Ma'am.." she called out again. I turned around to gaze at her with a raised brow. "Is there a problem?"Clara shook her head in disagreement. "None at all. I just think you should not leave the mansion, I mean there was a reason Stephen hired me to protect you in the first place." She said.I scoffed and shook my head at her in disappointment. "Are you saying you are not sure you can protect me?"Clara shook her head yet again. "Of course not. I am only saying you should listen to your husband, asking you to stay in the mansion is f
Varda's POVStephen yanked me by the wrist and pulled me out of his office, slamming the door behind me."What is wrong with you? Why do you keep talking about Gabriel Fernandez? I already told you he is nothing but a mere reporter!" Stephen snapped at me, letting go off his tight grip on my list.
Varda's POVI stepped out of the hall, fortunately for me, I was able to tiptoe to the back of the building where there was no paparazzi, no music, no Stephen, just me.I sat on a small block and allowed the cool air hit me. The feeling of the breeze on my bare skin sent chills down my spine and ca
Varda's POVThe rest of the drive was spent in total silence. The driver eventually pulled the car into a stop and I could already hear the sound of slow music echoing from outside, mixed with the chattering noise of people, laughing and talking about anything and everything.Francis turned to gaze
Varda's POVI was dumbstruck by the sight in front of me. Stephen actually stole my dress and had the guts to rip it into shreds. I felt this instant anger rise in me and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from breaking down into tears because not only was I angry, I was sad too. I felt so unwanted.







