Anastasia POV: I have been waiting for this day for years. It was my dream to have my own company ever since I was young and now when everything was coming true, it felt surreal. I sat in front of the vanity. The red dress which Mom chose for me was really beautiful. It was simple and had a slit on the left legs. With every step, my leg would peek out of it. I matched the jewellery, a heavy stoned necklace and smokey eyed makeup completed my look. I stood in front of the mirror and watched my reflection. I nodded in satisfaction and grabbed the clutch that was in the shape of bird and had shining stones all over it. I am the main character tonight, so I deserve this much, right? I smiled and went to the venue with the driver. Mom and dad were going to come late but I had to double check everything before the event. I watched my staff. They were running here and there and making sure that everything is perfect. I personally check every table but I wasn't satisfied with the way
Anastasia POV: I pulled the door of the stall roughly and threw up. I puked until I felt like my guts were going to come out too. Tears were stopping and the dizziness caused me to lose my balance. If I did not put my hand on the wall for support, I would have fallen on my butt. I flushed the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes and the tip of my nose had turned red while my hands were shaky too. I sighed and before I could redo a touch up, I felt uncomfortable again and the heavy feeling on my heart resulted in the vomit again. "Are you okay? Can I help you?" I heard a lady but I did not have energy in my body to turn around and to look at her. She squatted beside me and patted my back. When I felt better, J glanced at her. She looked at me with concern. 'What if she is some media person? She will spread the word around.' I became uneasy and stepped out of the stalls. I rinsed my mouth and tapped my face with the tissue. "Thank you. I had something bad during lu
Anastasia POV: On my way home from the party, I asked the driver to stop at the pharmacy. My heart was hammering so hard against the rib cage that I was sure that it is now all bruised up. My head was a mess. My thoughts were distorted and the attitude which Ryan gave me tonight, after that I am not sure what to expect from him. 'What if he will not take responsibility for it?' Another thought made me uncomfortable. 'Should I not tell him?' Although I haven't done the test yet, I had a feeling that it was true. There were a lot of coincidences for it to be wrong. "If you need anything, tell me... I will grab it for you, Young Miss." Our driver Steve said as he stopped the car outside the pharmacy. I couldn't ask him to get me a pregnancy kit so I denied his offer. "Thank you, Steve but I will get it." I forced a smile before stepping out of the car and walking inside the pharmacy. Every step that I took, it became heavier than the last one. My hands shook from the fear while my li
Anastasia POV:When I woke up in the morning, my head was hammering. The headache was so intense and sharp that I could not even lift my head. I groaned and massaged my temples to relieve the pain and continued to lay on the bed for almost an hour. It was a relief that I wasn't feeling nauseous. I removed the makeup that I did yesterday. Last night, I was too torn to even do that and took a long and warm shower. My whole body calmed down and the headache even got better. Since today is Sunday, I decided not to go to the office. Although I needed to check the reports from the party. But it can wait. I have another important matter pestering me at the moment. After I was done changing clothes, the clock struck 11am. I patted my face with the blender and applied some concealer under my eyes to get rid of eye bags that were sagging. I have to go and see Dr. Crystal at 12. With the nervously beating heart, I opened the side table and without looking at that pregnancy stick, I shoved it
Anastasia POV: On Monday, I had to go to the office and get a briefing about the opening ceremony. I picked out a simple beige colored suit and went to the company. Later on the day, I was going to get the reports but I was mentally prepared for what is coming. I sat in the conference room, while Samuel and Emma explained the details. "Miss. Logan, 90% of the articles from our first collection have been sold while we have received more orders also." He looked ecstatic as he told me. I was happy too. All the hard work and the efforts that I have put into this thing, I felt like it has been repaid. "Our estimated sales for this month are 1 billion dollars." I was shocked when I heard him. "Although we haven't opened up an outlet in a mall yet, I think we should give credit to the Weavers. The moment people hear that they have invested, they put a blind trust on us and of course, your work is flawless." He did not forget to compliment me at the end. However, upon hearing 'Weaver' my
Ryan POV:Her thoughts haunt me. At the party, when I saw that scared and terrified look in her eyes, it shattered my heart. I did not want to be rude to her but I was and I cannot undo that. Given her personality, it won't be easy to say sorry to her either. I rubbed my face and leaned back on the seat while she occupied my mind all over again. At first, I did not like how much control she has over me but now I am getting used to it. I like thinking about her, being with her and if I ever get a chance, I am sure I cannot say no to that enchantingly flawless body. Kevin entered my office after knocking onto the door but I did not look at him. I do not want any interruptions when I am thinking about her."Sir, here is the report from Stones. They did better than we expected. The collaboration with them will surely make up for our losses in a short span of time." He reported and I gave him a slight nod. I did not have any doubts about such an outcome. Yes, when I saw that she is the ow
Anastasia POV:"You came early today." Mom said to me as I plopped onto the couch in the sitting area. It was 4 in the evening and I was already back from the office while I usually come at dinner time. "Yeah, I was tired." I yawned and leaned back onto the soft cushions. I did not eat anything as I was nauseous so I was really low on energy right now. Every pore in my body was aching. Mom's eyes turned into slits as she watched me. I got anxious suddenly. "What?" I tried to end this awkwardness."You are looking really pale. Are you okay" she sat beside me and placed her hand on my forehead to check the temperature. I wanted to hug her and cry in her embrace but I forced a smile instead. "I am doing fine." I lied and she wasn't convinced at all. Mom cupped my cheeks and made me look into her eyes. Damn!! I wanted to tell her everything but I could not bring myself to do that. I imagined how shattered she would be after knowing the truth. Although I know, one day I have to tell the
Ryan POV: I had a meeting with a client and when I finally got free from the hellish torture, I glanced at my wrist watch and clock the clock was already ticking 9pm. My stomach was going berserk as I did not have anything the whole day other than 6 cups of coffee and after having that much caffeine, I surely won't be able to sleep tonight. "Take me to the usual restaurant." I commanded the driver and he instantly stepped on the gas. I wanted to go to my parents residence but I wasn't in the mood to hear their nagging. It was a better choice to eat alone instead. Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of the building. It is a 5-star Michelin restaurant and my all time favorite place. My mood lifted up as I walked inside the building. Trust me, I am a true gourmet. I cannot say no to good food but it is my hectic routine which does not give me a break. "Hello, Mr. Weaver." A waitress rushed to greet me the moment her eyes fell on me. "Hi." I plainly said. I am tired of them giving