เข้าสู่ระบบThird Person POV“Have you seen Daddy?” Eleanor asks Lottie as she sets up the dining table with all sorts of breakfast food that Andrew likes. “I don’t know where he is.”Lottie is playing in the living room. When she heard her mother’s question, her tiny heart leaps up with fear just a little bit. Ever since the closet incident, she’s been scared of Eleanor. But of course, she knows that if she disobeyed her mother, she would be in deep trouble.However, right now, she just doesn’t have an answer for Eleanor.Last night was bad. She didn’t know what was happening. Her mommy was taken away by the police, and her daddy didn’t even tuck her to bed. The driver had to take her home, but someone was waiting for her in their house….“Lottie!” Eleanor snaps impatiently. “Where’s your daddy? Call him down here so he can have something to eat before he goes to work!”“I don’t know where he is!” Lottie says at last. “Is he in your bedroom? Why don’t you know if you left him there this morning?
Andrew’s POVMy heart hasn’t stopped racing since I got out of the call and the study. Like a zombie, I drive all the way to the office, staring out into the distance and not even noting the people who are staring at me, whispering as I pass by.I don’t know what shakes me up more: Hunter’s call, or the fact that I might just get kicked out of the very empire that’s built and owned by my family.Yes, I own pretty much all the businesses that Grandpa left. They can’t buy it off me or anything, but they can pretty much remove all the decision-making powers that I have. Which means that if they do end up running all the businesses to the ground, I won’t have a say. I can only watch and nod as they ruin everything that we tried our best to build.I could lose everything. My estates, my money, my savings… all of it.And it all hinges on whether or not they want to keep me here.Finally, I arrive at my office. My secretary is there, pacing the floor. She immediately freezes when she sees me
Andrew’s POV“Daddy! Wake up, Mommy is getting taken by the police!”I snap awake because of Lottie’s words, peeking out of the window and seeing exactly the thing that she described. I also see the hint of vomit on Eleanor’s dress, and a strange feeling overcomes my body. Lottie is crying, and the venue is empty, and I just passed out drunk because of my inability to cope with life anymore….Eleanor is just dealing with all of this all on her own.But why do I not feel sorry for her?Still, I hate that Lottie is crying now. I don’t want to see the child breaking down and seeing her mother getting dragged away.“I’m going to get her, okay?” I say, holding her shoulders. “The driver is going to take you home. And later, I will come home with your mommy.”Lottie doesn’t nod. “What’s happening, Daddy? What did she do? Why is everyone angry with her?”That takes me aback. Not because I don’t have an answer for her, but because I do.But of course, all I say is, “I don’t know.”With that,
Third Person POVFor a moment, Eleanor can’t breathe. She can’t even properly register what’s happening.She looks at her side of the street, wondering if maybe there has been a mistake. Maybe the side with the most people is actually her event. Maybe she’s the one who didn’t know what’s going on….But as though determined to prove her wrong, fate drops Heather right then and there, rushing out of the hotel entrance and waves her arms for her. “Eleanor! Eleanor, over here!”“I can see you,” Eleanor hisses as she gets out of the limo. “What are you doing screaming my name? Did you mix up the venues?”Heather shakes her head.For the past few weeks or so, Eleanor has been acting weird. It got a little better leading up to the launch when they got the stolen designs. Heather was actually relieved to finally work on something that’s not terrible. But then, this happened.“None of the guests confirmed,” Heather says at last, embarrassed that she had to say these words out loud. “I thought
Melissa’s POVMy body heats up, and I’m not sure if it’s from repulsion or pity.Or even a sense of familiarity.Maybe even a rush of affection. The part of me that longed for something like this from him a long time ago.“Please,” he keeps begging, and I suddenly get struck with a realization.He means it.For the first time, I can actually believe that he misses me.But it’s too much too late.I push him off me, successfully this time. I watch as he sways in his spot and finally land on the ground.“I’m not Melissa,” I spit out at him. “Your regret is catching up to you, huh? Do you feel guilty now? For everything you put her through?” When he doesn’t say anything, I scoff. “Even if I were Melissa, do you really think that I would forgive you? Do you think you can just cry in front of me and make it all go away?”Andrew looks up at me. “I don’t know. All I know is that it’s way too big to be a coincidence. You are her! You are my wife!”“No.” I smirk. “The wife you’re speaking of is
Melissa’s POVDays pass. Those days turn into a week. Until there’s only one day left before the launch.The launch for my own clothing line… and Eleanor’s.I kept everything under control this time. No one else is allowed in the premises of my studio. Zane has hired guards not only for me but for the entirety of my staff, to make sure that none of them would get hurt before we launch anything. Yolanda also has a full security team making sure no one will come back to cause her more harm.Everything is set for me now.Over the past week, I developed designs, better than the ones that Eleanor stole. Realizing that calling Andrew has yielded no results, I figured that he must have taken Eleanor’s side on this one.That’s not new to me at all.Of course Andrew will take her side.So I took it upon myself to make everything better.My winter collection is stunning. I’m in the studio now, and inspecting every last detail before my launch through a fashion show tomorrow. I have a collection







