Paxton's POVUnlike the last time I was here to familiarize myself with the surroundings of Bryan's mansion, there are two hefty bodyguards right outside his gate, looking mean and ready to kill at the slightest provocation.I drive the way I came and pull over at a short distance. I examine the house from afar, glancing around and looking at the rooftop. This will be a great area for a sniper to kill Bryan. The only difficulty is that I don't know if he comes around there often. He is a workaholic and I doubt if he has leisure time.I look around once more, making sure my presence is not known to the guards at the gate before leaning back in the seat, taking off the seatbelt.This is looking more than I expected, I groan. Did he find out about my disguise? Why is the security suddenly rigid both within and out? The Bryan I have been studying for more than a year, even without knowing his physical appearance has been nonchalant about securit

Celine's POVIt's almost half an hour since Paxton and I arrived here and I haven't stopped grinning from ear to ear since then. It feels so good to be out, having fun after so many years of dealing with my grandmother's illness, signing a contract marriage with my boss, running away from him so he wouldn't know I was pregnant, and taking care of my son alone.I feel young again. It's been so long since I felt this overwhelming feeling and a remembrance of my age. I am just 26 years old but with Jason, I feel like an old woman. Tonight, Paxton is making me feel different. He is making me feel like a sweet 16, making me put off every bad thoughts out of my head. I don't want anything to ruin this lovely night. I don't know when a day like this will happen again.We are sitting in front of the bar, laughing, drinking, and hitting each other playfully.I laugh heartily and gulp down the whole content of my alcoholic drink. Paxton is in front of

Bryan's POVI storm into the house in a rage. I thought my anger had dissolved as Kelvin drove me home but I am wrong as it intensifies the moment I burst into the mansion.The living room is empty as I hasten my pace towards Jason's room, after dropping my removed suit on the sofa in the living room. Emily had stripped it off me and dumped it in the car before we entered the club.I don't want to think of the disappointment I saw written all over her face and the consequences of my actions. I no longer care about what she is going to do it anymore. Helena is dead already and I have no reason to be scared that she is going to tell her one day that I cheated on her. The least she can do now is to tell my father.I grasp the door handle and push it open with full force, entering the room to see Celine in her nightwear already, curled up beside Jason who is sound asleep. She jolts upright in terror and our eyes meet. Her hair is in a messy bun and her red cheap lips

Celine's POV"You were the boss' wife?" The pretty girl Camilla told me about rushes to my side and stare at me, waiting patiently for me to say yes. Camilla had asked me a question and my reply had caused the fuss.I turn to Camilla for help but she only shrugs like it is none of her business. Her shrugs also mean it is left to me to decide whether to tell the girl a yes or a no. I can see the curiosity, the questions, and the admiration in her eyes."I was like you said", I confess, rolling out the dough. She squeals and runs to her grandmother. "She is his wife."I shake my head with a smile. If only she knows what it means to be Bryan's wife and the difficulties that come with living with all his rules. I guess that is what it takes to be a rich man's wife or probably what it takes to be unwanted and wanted at the same time. Bryan didn't want me because I am not his spec but he needed me to rule out the scandal of dating another rich gir

Celine's POVA yawn escapes my mouth as the alarm wakes me up at exactly 4:30 am. I had slept early and purposely set the alarm so I can be right on time to prepare Bryan's dress for the day. Last night, after he left in embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile. I saw the soft part of Bryan for the first time in four years. The last time I saw this side of him was that night; the night of passion between us. I saw it all, the drunkness, the fear in his heart, and the hurt. I saw how hard he was trying to hide everything but I didn't understand until now.I used to be extremely curious, wanting to know everything about him and everyone else in this house but Bryan killed that curious side of me. He forbade me from talking to any of the domestic staff and I could not satisfy my curiosity. All the questions I have been keeping away since I was his secretary were left unanswered even when I was married to him. I thought that one year of marriag