MAX'S POV Damn this bitch, Vesna. If only I was not a candidate for the father of that baby she is carrying inside her right now, I would not hesitate to leave her alone in the streets. But it can't happen. I have to keep her safe from all those upcoming threats Amaya could possibly give her after finding out the truth. I hired a new executive assistant and Vesna would train her whenever I visit her place to check on her condition. Her place means somewhere no one can recognize her or me. I have to keep her away from the public and find out about her pregnancy. She already caused too much chaos and this is not helping me at all. I never thought that I would act like a father though, especially having these new routines. From taking her to a clinic for weekly checkups, giving off the foods she craves, and those fucking mood swings that sometimes make me want to kill her. For example... "Max? I want to eat ice cream." "Ice cream? Won't your baby get cold there?" I asked feeling so

AMAYA'S POV Days passed and an article about a "crazy pregnant woman crashes into a famous company's building looking for her missing CEO boyfriend" already went viral. It created a commotion where Vesna needed to hide as much as she can. And if she dares to make a move or say a word, then there will be more punishment in hell for her. She was lucky enough that I haven't included her face in that article. If I had, then people would freak out whenever they'll recognize her. How considerate of me aren't I? I was with Conan inside a coffee shop, it was beside my office's building so people there are already used to my presence. Well, I still get a lot of picture requests and smiles from supporters and students interviewing me. Though right now, nothing much. Just the usual, polite greetings and my usual order. As we arrived at an empty table, I couldn't help but notice the newspaper on it. I smirked looking at the newspapers with that topic as the headline. Conan was busy with his phon

AMAYA'S POV After accepting a better relationship with my mom, I still can't help feeling awkward. For the last twenty-two years of my life, it was my first time having her beside me. She's finally smiling, a real one this time. I also realized that Vanique has forgiven her already. Maybe she thought I was the hard one, that's why I came last. Other than that, I had another time spent with Max in bed. Though not the thing everyone would expect. I was sick after that dramatic rain embrace and an intense debate when we got home. They interrogated us while we were still soaking wet so can I also blame them for this? But what can I say? I was also lucky enough to see Max's gentle side. He was the one taking care of me while I'm on bed rest. I have to admit, I am both emotionally and physically stressed. How much worse could I get? And yet this was my first time experiencing this consecutively. It is something new and unforgettable. "Hey, Umm. I know that we haven't talked that much wh

MAX'S POV Before the day ended, I already mentioned to Amaya that we are going to have breakfast together with Flynn tomorrow. Well, I don't know why I dragged him into this but he was cool about it. So I think Amaya would be fine too. I'm starting to get paranoid. She can be reckless and whatever temptation is in front of her can be deceiving. To be exact, I don't trust her, yet I can't just keep watching them again without doing anything. So we had our breakfast in a fancy restaurant with both of my companions still wearing their pajamas. Though I'm not sure about Flynn's because he's only wearing sweatpants and a shirt while Amaya was still in her sleeping pajamas in a hood. I was confused why these two act like they were not business people. Amaya places her head on the table still feeling drowsy while Flynn is trying to wake himself by watching videos on his phone. "Are you guys serious? It's almost noon?" My question made the two of them look at me angrily. "I had a meetin

AMAYA'S POV Today is going to be the day that Vesna Anderson is going to pay for what she's done. I had enough of all the nonsense she had caused. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. As we arrived at the justice hall, there was media everywhere we looked. Flashes flickering through our faces with their unlimited questions. Vanique was also getting more uncomfortable each time they took a step closer. "Miss Amaya, How come you hid this issue until today? Don't you think that this could affect the guests arriving at your gala?" One of the reporters managed to come near me when suddenly a man in a well-prepared tuxedo suit stood in front of me and tried to stop the reporter from coming closer. He seems like a bodyguard but not mine. My bodyguards usually wear civilian clothes. So I looked back to the rest of the crowd and found out that some other men were refraining from the media like him while Conan was arriving. I doubted the thought that it was for him. Is it? Yet he confir