LOGINVarda's POV Suddenly Davis jerked off the chair and sprinted for the day, without even giving me a heads up. I followed him out of impulse, not after tossing one last slice of bread into my mouth of course. Fortunately, he had already paid for the food so no one really cared that we were leaving the restaurant. The man dressed in black started running and just as Davis was about to run after him, I grabbed Davis by the hand. “What do you think you are about to do?” I snapped at him. “What do you mean by that Varda? Did you not see that person?” Davis raised a brow at me. I scoffed. “Clearly I did but please tell me you were not thinking of going after him.” I shut my eyes close and paused to catch my breath. Running after Davis had taken most of my strength and I had even lost my appetite. Right now, I just wanted to go home and relax. “He was spying on us Varda. Spying on you maybe.” Davis replied in a serious tone. He looked seriously concerned and alarmed but I did not think t
Varda's POV “Varda, are you coming?” Davis’ loud voice jolted me out of my thoughts and back to reality. I snapped out of my thoughts immediately and slipped my phone into my pocket. I would think about this later. I rushed out of my room and met Davis already outside of the house. “What took you so long?” He asked with a concerned look written on his face. That was pretty much how he had been looking at me for the past few days. I was about to give out another lie. “I was just trying to look for something comfortable to wear. Sorry.” I choked out a nervous laughter. The reason I did not want to tell Davis about the strange phone number was because I had a feeling he would react dramatically and that was the last thing I needed, especially if the phone number could actually be a number of someone I know very well, someone like Elisa or maybe even Stephen. Damn it! I was getting my hopes up for nothing again. “Are you sure you are good to go out? You know, you could just
Varda's POV Seeing Davis do everything for just made me feel even more horrible. Throughout yesterday, all Davis did was make sure I was comfortable, he cooked for me, even suggested we watch a movie together to get my mind off everything and honestly, it did help but only for a second. This time I was not really thinking about Stephen, instead I was thinking about Davis. I felt like I was betraying him by not telling him the truth, I felt like I was using him and honestly, I could not wait to earn some money, get my own apartment and start living far away from both Stephen and Davis. I wanted to live a life of my own. Maybe I should have taken Elisa's offer after all, then I would not have to lie to Davis but at the same time, the reason I had refused Elisa's offer was because I did not want to have anything to do with Stephen at all and Elisa was still connected with Stephen, she could tell him about my whereabouts and he could show up, or maybe I was just giving Stephen the bene
Varda's POV I sighed and ran a hand through my hair in frustration. I really did not want to talk about it. Talking about it would be so hard for me because I had a feeling I was going to cry while talking and the last thing I needed was for Davis to see me cry. I hated pity but Davis was already gazing at me like that. For some weird reason, all my emotions were heightened,I knew it had something to do with the pregnancy. “If you do not want to talk about it, I mean….” Davis started but I cut him off immediately by clearing my throat loudly. “We can talk about it, I have nothing to hide. Plus you deserve to know the truth since I am practically crashing at your place.”Davis did not protest or argue, he only nodded his head in agreement and gestured me to go ahead. “There is no long explanation to this. I got kicked out of the mansion.” I blurted out. My goodness, I felt so embarrassed telling Davis this. Maybe it was because I had stupidly defended Stephen in the past but tellin
Varda's POV“How long have you been waiting here? Do you know how dangerous it is for a pregnant woman to stand alone? What is with the luggages and all?” Davis threw questions at me as he parked his bike and glared at me with concern written all over his face. I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair in frustration. I was already so irritated and tired from waiting too long, I did not have the strength to start explaining anything. Although I could not blame him for coming late because everything was impromptu, it was not like I had told him earlier that I would be crashing at his place for a few days. “Should I not ask questions?” Davis asked, he looked worried and his worry was coming from an obvious place of sincerity but I was just too tired to entertain his questions. “I am sorry. I am just really exhausted.” I mumbled. My vision was slowly blurring and I was slowly losing my stance. I just needed to get out of here fast and settle down somewhere comfortable. “No, it
Varda's POV My parents had never been an option for me. They had completely forgotten about me. I had tried contacting them one time and my father told me they had moved out of town. He also warned me never to contact them again. It was more like a threat. Something like. “Stay where you are, we do not need you anymore. Your husband needs you.”So no, my parents were not an option but I did not tell Elisa any of that. I did not want to disclose my whereabouts to Elisa because I knew she was still loyal to Stephen and after the stunt Stephen had pulled today, I did not want him to know about my whereabouts. Elisa helped me pack and once we were done, I rose to my feet and grabbed my luggage. One thing I made sure I was not leaving behind was the phone Davis had given to me, it was right in my pocket. Elisa glared at me and this time, she looked like she was the one about to cry. “Elisa, please do not tell me you are about to cry.” I choked out a small laughter but Elisa did not eve
Varda's POVWhat child? Or was my father talking about Asher? Perhaps Stephen could have told them about Asher, that big mouth sure knew how to run his mouth. First telling them about me returning home and now telling them about Asher, What was he really up to? Something was definetly going on. The
Varda's POVWhat was Stephen's grandfather, Francis McCall doing at the mansion? I knew I usually talked about how fishy Stephen usually acted but Francis was even worse. I had met him just once and he was just like Stephen, but a more complex version. He always had this cold look on his face as if
Varda's POVToday was finally the day I looked forward to. The day that I would be stepping out of this mansion. It felt like a dream to be honest, I never saw this coming, I was still skeptical about leaving the mansion because I was afraid that Stephen would change his mind. Or maybe I was afraid
Varda's POV I furrowed my brows in confusion at the hefty man standing a few inches away from me. "Why me?" I asked with a small frown plastered on my face. I had already seen Stephen some minutes ago and I did not think there was more to discuss. Maybe this guy made a mistake. Stephen probably re







