Trying to run from her past, Kayla moved to another city to make a living there, and in six years, she became a top interior designer. Everything was going well for her as a single mother till, Tristian Ravenford who she had a one night stand with six years ago, came back into her life, wanting her back. The danger of his enemies and her enemies will put their love to a test and will the only thing keeping them going be their love for their son? Or their love for each other will transcend all?
View MoreKayla's POV
I rushed through the hall back to my office and Liam looked up at me like I was crazy. I started searching for the files I had misplaced and I couldn't find any of them. "Ohh goodness, why does it have to be today of all days?"
"You lose your files almost everyday and you end up finding them where you least expect." His little voice said as he turned back to watch his cartoons.
He was right. I might have misplaced it while I was taking a break or something. My gaze went straight to the snack bar and my eyes fell on the stack of files I was looking for. "Oohh my goodness, why do I have to be this forgetful. Thank you baby." I kissed Liam's cheeks and rushed out of my office to attend to the customer demanding the files.
Everyone knew I could be absent minded because I spent most of the hours in my day working or taking care of Liam, nothing more. No fun, no time to rest, I barely even slept. I wasn't complaining, in order to keep my interior design company running to the top, I had to do all my best.
We are sitting comfortably at number two and I hated that. I have spent too much time trying to elevate my business than to sit in the top two.
"You have to start taking a break Kayla. It is for your own goods." The young lady before me said as she handed me back the file and I gave her a small smile.
"I will try." I replied and she shook her head.
"You say that everytime and you end up burning yourself out every week and still refuse to take a break." She said with a frown and as I was about to speak, Liam climbed up the chair next to me.
"She is burning out less these days. I'm old enough to take care of myself so I make things easier for her and now she gets complete eight hours of sleep." He said and I looked shocked and worried.
"I slept for eight hours?" I asked and he hummed. The little boy, despite just being five, had the mind of an adult. He was my little personal assistant and makes sure I don't run out of my mind everyday.
"You should get more rest daily momma. Or you'll end up getting six months of rest in bed." He said and Anna hummed as she walked past me, handing me a couple of files.
"He's right. We will soon start locking you out of the office, maybe you will get some rest." She said, "And by the way, there are new customers in the lounge waiting to sign a deal with you. Should I tell them you'll be down in a few minutes?"
"Yes thank you." I gave her a warm smile and Liam wrapped his arms around mine.
"I want to go with you." He said with a teary eye.
"Let's not get started on this Liam. I can't take you with me to see my clients." I replied as I stood up but he wouldn't quit. He threw himself on the floor and started whaling loudly. "Fine, fine. Let's go." I let out a sigh and he giggled with pure fulfilment.
I walked down the stairs with Liam and I could see those waiting for me. I knew if we signed more big deals with more celebrities, Nova Interiors will surely beat White Rock Interior out of top one.
"Miss Kayla." The french accented man said with a smile as he extended his hand. "You even look beautiful in person."
As he said that, Liam grabbed my leg with a pout. "I only tell her that, not you, mister." He said and I immediately closed his mouth.
"I am so sorry about him, sir. Thank you very much for choosing Nova. How may we help you?" I said, leading him to the sofa to discuss.
As we discussed, Liam sat next to me gently, listening to every single thing we were discussing.
"So we will sign this contract. The whole estate, fifty billion dollars?" He asked and I nodded gently before he signed on the dotted lines. "Nice doing business with you, miss."
"I don't like him." Liam said as the man walked out of the lounge. "He is too forward."
"In this business, it is not about who you like and who you don't like Liam. Everyone helps grow your business as much as you do by yourself. Without them, you don't rise." I said to him and he hummed gently.
"That does make sense." He replied and Anna walked into the small room in the lounge where we were sitting, handing me another file.
"We have a new VIP guest. Should I send him in?" She asked and I nodded without looking at the name stated in the file.
Liam was kneeling on the chair, looking out throughout the glass window. "Ohh my goodness, he looks so handsome. Momma."
"Yes baby?" I replied with my gaze still focused on my phone.
"Will I look just like him when I grow up?" He said and I immediately turned my head to see the individual he was talking about and blood drained from my face.
I never expected to see him here again after all these years. He stood there with his men before walking towards our direction. It would be a very bad idea to run now because he already saw me and his eyes didn't leave me till he entered the room.
"He is even more handsome up close." Liam whispered as he sat back gently.
I stood up with my hands trembling as he stepped to stand opposite me. His hands were in his pocket and he looked at me with a small smirk.
"We meet again, Kayla. I'm sure I don't need to introduce myself again."
Of course you don't need to. Who on earth would forget the one and only Tristian Ravenford.
KAYLA'S POV The courtroom was filled to the brim. The tension was crackling, and one could hear a pin drop.Both lawyers had presented their arguments, and it was up to the jury to make their decision before it would be passed down to the judge.I stare at Tristian Ravenford, who stared at me in return. He was in a beautiful suit, and he looked handsome. His wound was healing fast, and his life was returning back to normal. All of our lives were returning back to normal.Liam was in school once again, and his story was being turned into a documentary. A writer was also writing it to turn it into a book, it was a beautiful story, a story of survival and determination to survive, to live. I was back at work, but I had a different plan for myself and my son after this case. During the past year while the case had been dragging on, I had used the proceeds of Nova interiors to set up another branch in California. That was my plan. I was going to move away with Liam, and I was going to st
KAYLA'S POVI fell in shock as I watched the life seep out of the man I had come to love. He was bleeding profusely, and from the distant look in his eyes, I could see that he was gradually fading.The gun had fallen from Ciara's hand and she was also bent in worry, her hair soaking up Tristian's blood as she bent to check if he was breathing. I was dumbfounded. I was lost. I was crippled with fear. I didn't know what to do at that moment, I could only pray that Tristian Ravenford didn't die. I couldn't imagine living without him, I couldn't imagine losing him. I was crying now, but I wasn't myself. It seemed I was looking at everything happening from a distance. That was what fear seemed to do to me. Fear was one of my enemies, and anytime it hit me at its fullest, I would suddenly go numb. I was paralyzed by fear. By the fear of death. But at that moment, the paralysis disappeared because a dozen sirens began to sound, and even the huge siren of the ambulance made me wipe my tea
KAYLA'S POVI left the station after Tristian. I wanted to know where he was going. When he kissed me on the forehead, there was something in his eyes, a determined look that told me all I needed to know. He was going somewhere, somewhere dangerous, and he didn't want me to know. For all I knew, the kiss on my forehead was one of farewell. And if I was going to lose my son, I didn't want to lose him too no matter how much I hated the chaos he had brought into my life. That was why I left the station in a taxi, telling the taxi to follow his car. I was afraid for him. I was afraid that he wasn't going to come back to me, afraid of the steely determined expression I had found on his face, of the look in his eyes. I didn't want to lose Tristian Ravenford because I still loved him. And I would do anything to keep that love alive and burning. His car stopped next to a house that had overgrown grass and peeling paint. I stopped the taxi, paying the bald headed driver off and tipping hi
TRISTIAN'S POVI drove out of the police station, my feet on the accelerator. I knew exactly where Ciara's old house was located, and even though I wasn't particularly sure, I felt that she was inside there. My instincts told me so. There was no other place Ciara Hemsworth went to hide when things were tough, and I believed that she was still in that house, probably waiting for the chaos she had created to die down. But why?Why did it have to be Liam? What had I done to Ciara to deserve the hate and the dislike? What had I done, that had deserved Kayla's son being kidnapped, that had almost brought a rift in our relationship and destroyed it?As far as I knew, I had never left Ciara just because I wanted to leave her. I had left her because my life was endangered, because I knew and felt that if she was capable of ganging up with my old friends and stealing my money, then there was nothing she couldn't do to satisfy her greed for money. But why?Why had she gone ahead to try and d
CIARA'S POV I stood next to my car, crouching. I was quite a distance from the apartment I shared with Adrian, but I could see everything that was happening. I had initially wanted to go out, but I had just discovered that I had forgotten the stash of cash I wanted to use in purchasing gas for my car.About four or more police squad cars had filled the yard, and I could see a few policemen come out. A megaphone rented the air, announcing that anyone in the house should come forth. When I saw Adrian come out of the house his hands raised in surrender, my heart skipped a beat. The policemen were all over him in seconds, his body against the squad car. A few officers went inside the house, and I imagined them combing the house, looking for Liam. I nodded grimly. Jokes on them. That was my reason for taking him to the orphanage. It was just as if I had known. It was happening before my eyes. The officers came forth from the house empty-handed. A few questions were thrown to Adrian wh
ADRIAN'S POV I stared at Camila, surprised, hurt and angry. How dare she choose Tristian Ravenford over me? I had been in the meeting for days, the spoils were mine to take.How come she had made the whole shareholders still vote for Tristian over me? I was annoyed. Standing, I addressed them, my hands trembling in anger.Without mincing words, I left the agency, anger coursing through my veins. How was it possible? How had he made it happen?I knew that Camila was once his lover, but how she had successfully maneuvered the decision of the shareholders to favor Tristian Ravenford was beyond me. I saw everything I had planned by trying to get power come crashing down. I wasn't going to get a good lawyer, and I wasn't going to get custody of my daughter.Dejected, I entered the house I now shared with Ciara, surprised to see her eating and not finding Liam anywhere.“Ciara? Where's Liam?”She stared at me, grinning widely.“Didn't you get my text? Him being around wasn't safe. I've ta
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