Ryan’s POV I was taken aback when I saw a familiar face behind the mask.  “Long time no see, Ryan.” He smiled as he walked closer. My armed men hurriedly came to stand in front of me in a bid to protect me. “Adrian Leigh!” I frowned slightly. “Surprised to see me?” he asked. I should have known he was back in town. But why would he be right here in a store room that belongs to a foe? What exactly was he doing here? Could he be the mastermind behind all that has been happening to my businesses?   I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually was the one that masterminded all these. It doesn’t look like something he wasn’t capable of doing.  Moreover, the Andersons and the Leigh were not best of business partners. They were practically foes. Always at each other’s necks, being the second family name that reigned in our business world.   “What are you doing here?” I asked.  “I shou

Samantha’s POVMy whole life at some point simply revolved around revenge but then I realized there was more to revenge than to just nip at someone. There was more to that guilt… that regret. There was actually more things to focus my entire being on achieving that’d actually assist my goal. I found something worth more my time…something I needed to take charge of. Something I needed to be responsible for!  And that was power! Acquisition of power was my goal now.~“Did you get the mail I sent to you last night?” Ryan asked and I nodded.“Yeah, these are the information I got.” I stretched the folder I had with me to him. He collected it and glanced through it. “All right. This should be enough.” He nodded as he acknowledged the information I got for him. He turned to Philip. “What about the statistical report I requested?” &ldq

Samantha’s POV “I don’t understand, sir.”  I perfectly understood what he just said but I still hoped and prayed I heard him wrong. I can’t possibly live with him. I wouldn’t be able to carry out my own operations. I’d be stuck trying to remain undiscovered. Hiding my true identity was one thing, trying not to make my gender known was another and it was something I’d never risk.    “You don’t expect me to always wait for you every time I need your services.” Ryan shrugged. “Besides, you’ve been working with me for a while now and I don’t think I’d ask you to quit anytime soon.” “But…” “To save us the stress, you need to live here.” Ryan smiled.  “But sir…” I tried to talk but he cut me off again with a raise of hand. That infuriated me.   “Mr Anderson!” I snapped angrily. Ryan looked at me with a sly smile. “Yeah?” “I. Can’t. Live. Here” I emphasized on every single word

Adrian's POVI ran my fingers through the books that were on my desk before I slammed the opened one shut. I've been bothered since Emilia left few hours ago and I could blame it on the words she said. If anything, why would my name continuously pop up just like she mentioned? I never had any interest in the Anderson's business. They were one of the most successful family brand home and abroad and my family was just next to theirs. But that never made me barge into their affairs like my cabinet would want to.  I also have no idea as to why Emilia would prefer to work for him as his personal bodyguard. The reasons were just not forthcoming. She had been the gentle and submissive type. Rarely gets into a fight nor disagree with me. She was always this loving and caring girl who was head over heels in love with me before she went into hiding.  I tried all I could to get information about her location but all to no avail. I sinc

Samantha's POVA loud sound woke me up and I jerked out of my deep slumber. The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I couldn't see a thing. My mind went blank but I didn't get the chance to panic though because my mind and brain suddenly came to life to realize that it was dark and it was nighttime already.  The continuous tone that filled the entire room brought me back to the fact that it was what woke me up. I stood up from the bed and tried to search for my phone, using the little ray of light that existed in the room and the sound from the phone. "Ouch!" I winced when I hit my leg against something I couldn't make out. "Where's the damn phone? I should at least see it with it's light." Bearing the sting, I eventually found my phone on the nightstand. I realized it was placed face down and the moment I picked it up, the light from the screen shone in the room but went off instantly.  Before I co