MasukEleanor’s POVSilence rings in the air. Andrew’s words keep lashing at her even though they’re already in the air.I’m crying now. Hard. So hard that I don’t remember ever crying like this even when I was a kid, when my tough mother would beat me up into a pulp if I don’t do as she said. Even then, I didn’t cry like this. I took it properly.But I can’t bear the thought of Andrew leaving.I fall to my knees, touching my forehead against the floor. This isn’t even acting. I’m just in complete despair. I want to curl up into a ball and never unfurl. I cry and cry and cry.And I can feel Andrew watching me.“You can’t cry like that when you know very well that you brought it on yourself,” he says coldly. “I never wanted to do this to you, Eleanor. You know that. I trusted you with everything. But I feel like you just lied to me every step of the way.”I open my mouth to say I never lied, but what’s the point now? Andrew is leaving.“I have lied many times,” I whisper, looking up at him a
Third Person POV“What?” Eleanor asks, surprised to find her mother so supportive after all the abuse over the years. “Melissa… won’t remember anything?”“Yeah.” Mom grins, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I talked to her mother. It’s really bad. She won’t remember the Morgan kid, either. They don’t have money to get her to a better hospital. Her mother has too much pride too. She won’t reach out to those rich bastards.”Eleanor falls silent. Suddenly, things felt a little too serious.She didn’t mean to injure Melissa like that. Yes, she pushed her against the oncoming car, but she didn’t know it would affect her so bad. She was just hoping for Melissa to get scraped enough so she could take the pin.Now she’s starting to feel bad.“I don’t know about this, Mom,” little Eleanor confesses. “I… will Melissa be able to walk and talk and go to school after this?”Mom shrugs. “Who cares?”When she sees that her daughter does care, she decides to teach her a tough lesson right then and t
Third Person POVThe flashback comes swift to Melissa, completely unexpected as she lies down on the hospital bed in the emergency room of the hospital. Right next to her bed, Zane stands worried, combing through his hair frantically“Melissa,” he calls out to her, putting his hands delicately on her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her. “Melissa!” When she just goes limp and doesn’t respond, he falls back, looking around for the nurses. “Nurse, please help her! I don’t know what happened… she was alright this morning, but we did just have a good launch for her clothing line and she might have been too exhausted….”He trails off, looking at her pale face as a nurse comes in, inspecting Melissa closely. A doctor follows not long after, looking at Melissa’s eyes with a small flashlight and taking her blood pressure. They do some other things that Zane can’t fully understand, then they finally face him after an hour or so.“So can you tell me what’s going on with her?” Zane asks, not kno
Melissa’s POVThe pleasure builds fast, way faster than I expected, and I come with a cry, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as my legs tremble. Zane didn’t give me time to recover. His hands grip my ass, angling me until I’m nearly at a ninety-degree bend with my arms wrapped around the column for support. And then he’s inside me, his cock stretching me in one smooth, deep thrust.I wrap my arms tighter around the column, arching my back, and he thrusts into me hard, each snap of his hips driving him deeper.The way his fingers dig into my hips is intense, almost aggressive, but in that burning, sexy way that makes my blood sing. “Zane,” I whimper, my voice lost in the roar of the storm as he shifts, hitting that perfect spot inside of me.He pulls out suddenly, spinning me again so my back braced against the column, and enters me from the front, his chest pressed to mine as one arm hooked my leg up and over his shoulder—hell, I didn’t even know I was that flexible. “I want
Melissa’s POV“That was a success.”Zane walks around the venue, touching the tables and looking at everything. All my pieces have been sold. Over twenty investors have secured their spots to have shares in the new brand. We just have to smooth out all the details, and it’s all going to be good.What happened with Eleanor is the only thing that went wrong.I sit at the side of the small stage, feeling strange. The way she looked at me, the way she talked… it’s almost like she knew.I think she already knows.“Are you alright?” Zane asks, sitting next to me. “You know, we can go home and—”“I’m alright, it’s just that….” I trail off and look into his kind eyes. “Did you see the way she looked at me? That wasn’t normal, right? I mean, she jumped to that conclusion.”“Everyone can just dismiss her as being crazy,” Zane says.“That would be the case if it’s just her.”He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“Andrew knows now too,” I confess. “He confronted me about it. He asked me to co
Third 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?







