Kimora POV "I will let this lovely girl leave, but on one condition. Marry me, Zach." My ears perked up when I heard what Madeline said to Zach. Even though we haven't gotten along well yet, I won't allow her to get Zach and be with him. Zach's mine. His future is just mine. Yvelle and me. Only us. No Madeline. "Are you kidding me?" I asked her with raised one of my brows. I chuckled and gave her a sharp look. "I'm not kidding. If you want your life to be quiet, let Zach and I be happy." "And what do you think his decision will be? Do you think he will agree? Duh? Dream on!" She was about to cut off my hand but I quickly fired in her direction. She stopped but continued to try to pounce on me. I didn't hesitate and rushed at her too. Zach couldn't do anything as we rushed together. She was about to kick me but I avoided it. I kicked her in the stomach and she couldn't avoid it again. She fell down for a moment and grabbed her stomach which I hit hard. "You bitch!"

One of the beautiful and priceless thing is, to watch myself finally grow from being stranded at drought season. To finally see myself as an art that come from mess. It is overwhelming feeling of being survivor after those fights i've been through. The lost i had or even the scars that etched within my skin. It is hard to witness how leaves keep on falling, but there's always a satisfaction whenever the ray of sun touches those fragments that been buried. Growth takes time, from horrible experience, or various weather. Yet, the only thing i want the most in growing is, it molds me to become anchor in my own battlefield, without being bother of how hurtful the season is. It has the ability to let me see the truth behind insipid eyes. as well as rendered fear that fill with courage. Smell the fragrant of how good it is to live beyond nothingness. Most of the time, growing define of how i survive and continue gambling for my life whilst loving the hole in myself. Sometimes, you just nee