“What the hel….” Mishka turned and screeched loudly, but watching Christian’s intense eyes pinned at her. Mishka’s next word died in her throat.“I'm taking my wife out for lunch, so you, my dear cousin, better focus on your work and stop intruding between the newlywed couple,” Christian said in a domineering voice, one that sends chills down the spine, and without waiting for his response, he disconnected the call.“Who decided we are going out?” Mishka asked, folding her arms beneath her breast.“I decided,” Christian responded calmly, and before Mishka could react, he continued, “It’s my way of saying thank you for the help you provided today and the last time.”Mishka looked at him, narrowing her eyes, “It’s fine. There is no need for you to take me out for a lunch.” She answered, and Christian slightly opened his mouth at her blunt refusal. Danny, on the other hand, was amazed, too.It was the first time that someone rejected a lunch date with his Greek god-like friend. Danny stil

Christian watched Mishka rushing inside the mansion and rested his head on the steering wheel and called Danny. “I fucked up again!” He sighed. “What did you do now?” Danny asked, genuinely concerned about him. “I don’t know! I feel trapped. Since the day I’ve taken her signature, I feel suffocated! I can’t breathe.” Christian explained his feelings. “I don’t have any commitments toward her, but I feel like I’m cheating on her.” Danny sighed on the other side as Christian continued. “The world seems to disappear when I am with her. I am trying to shake off this feeling, but failing miserably. I don’t want to be like Vera, who was in love with someone else and married someone else, destroying three lives!” “Calm down, Chris!” Danny said. “No matter how much you try to convince yourself that Mishka isn’t the right one for you, your heart knows the truth! Why are you insulting Mishka every now and then? Are you afraid that her qualities will make you fall for her or are you afraid bec

Christian, tapping his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, waited for Mishka. He was looking at the designer mahogany door from time to time, and finally, his wait ended. The door cracked open and Mishka stepped out in silver high heels, which were perfectly showcasing her diamond-studded toe ring and sleek silver anklet. Christian looked in her direction and was instantly captivated by her gorgeous appearance. Mishka was wearing a single strapped long white Anarkali suit, with a long white designer dupatta (scarf) hanging around her neck where her infinity pendant was dazzling. Her dark brown wavy hair was curtain straight cascading down to her waist, and in the centre, on top of her forehead, a small red tick of vermillion was shining. Her hand moved to tuck strands of hair behind her ear in which silver bangles were sparkling. The chauffeur opened the door of the passenger seat. “Thank you!” She smiled, sitting comfortably next to Christian and buckled her seat belt while Ch

The next morning, Lia woke up naked under the sheets on an unfamiliar bed and in an unfamiliar room. She rubbed her eyes and tried to get up when she felt someone’s muscular arm around her waist. She turned her head to the left and found a man sleeping on his stomach. His face was on the other side. Lia slowly removed his arm from her stomach and tried to get up when the man turned and captured her again in his arms. Startled, she widened her eyes and looked at the man next to her, with slightly parted lips. “Oh, my god! Tommy Blenth?” She exclaimed, not believing her eyes. Tommy stared at Lia through his deep blue hypnotic eyes and smirked. “Why? Were you expecting someone else?” He asked and suddenly leaned forward, capturing her lips. Lia blinked her eyes a few times and broke the kiss. “I-I t-think I s-should leave.” She stammered, but Tommy shook his head. “What’s the hurry? Let’s have breakfast together.” Tommy said, removing his arms from her waist. “Get freshen up and join

Danny opened the door, irritated with the continuous ringing of the doorbell, only to find Lia standing outside in a mini royal blue clubbing dress. “What are you doing here at this hour?” Danny asked, furrowing his eyebrow, but Lia walked past inside the house, nudging him on the shoulder. “Miss Lia Smith, I am asking you something! Care to answer?” Danny asked, following her inside and closing the door behind his back. “Christian is coming over here in a few minutes. We. We need to talk about something important,” Lia answered while sitting comfortably on the white couch. “Can I get a strong coffee, please?” “But why do you both need my house to sort your differences?” Danny asked, crossing his arms across the chest and gesturing for his house staff to bring coffee. “Because I don’t know if that detective is still following him or not!” Lia huffed, irritated with his never-ending questions. “Now please shut up. I don’t want to talk!” Lia said with an annoyed expression, and Danny