The morning headache again? Kayla rolled onto her back and placed a hand over her forehead. “Fuck,” she whispered. Easing her eyes open, she darted her eyes around as reality slammed in. Her brow furrowed. Wasn't she supposed to be at her house? Jerking up, she moaned and fell back on the bed, then pressed a hand on her forehead with her eyes closed. She rolled onto her stomach, whimpering.She sprang up only a few seconds after she fell on the bed. The impulsion to puke sent her rushing to the bathroom without taking the headache and dizziness into accounts. She flushed the toilet where she threw up, then went to the bathroom sink, washing up her face, and, of course, her disgusting mouth. Looking at her exhausted self in the mirror, she still tried to make out how she got to Anthony's house.She'd driven to her house last night—that was all she remembered. Sighing and running her hand through her nape, she stopped at a point that made her brow furrow. She looked at the spot in the m

It was dark and chilled as the wind graced the atmosphere. Night settled in. People hung around in the parking. Kayla could tell a great number of them were guests from the way they dressed. Stepping out of the car, nervousness like a gust of wind blew her over. She tried to conceal her feelings and avoid jumping out anxiously to people's sight.How would she stand and endure the death glares and mockeries of people who knew her wrongdoing and detested her? If she could survive it at KR anniversary, maybe she'd survive it here. Her attention was called when Anthony offered the crook of his hand to her. This time she didn't hesitate like she did during the anniversary. She looped her hand through his, rather feeling comfortable holding him.The hostess and host standing side by side of the ceremony room entrance, ushered them into the room where the birthday was taking place. Ates brothers had plenty of acquaintances. As a result, there were so many guests in the room. Just as expected

Clinton wasn't going to kill her in those dreams. He wasn't going to wreak vengeance on her. Instead, he was going to save her from an enemy attacking from behind her back. He was going to protect her. An unrestrained tear streamed down her face. This wasn't any dream, this was reality. She could tell her dreams apart from reality now. But how could Clinton be real when he was in a child form?Shock flashed across Kayla's face. Clinton turned into the candlelight eyes creature. The creature turned his back to her at first. Then he looked at her. Kayla's lips parted, questions flooding her mind as she was baffled and mystified. Clinton turned into the candlelight eyes creature, and the creature was… no.The memories collided in full blast, making her eyes go agape. A shaky pant left her as she stepped backwards in fear and disbelief. Everything was real. Nothing had been a dream from the start. Those mornings she woke up amnesiac… Anthony erased her memory. She remembered everything. S

Kayla puffed out heavily, shutting her eyes. Dominic's house stood in an isolated place, in the middle of the woods. She'd taken Dominic's home address from Kiran. Her plan was to inquire about Anthony from Dominic. Her pride clung to her. Biting her lip, she breathed a curse. Melt her resolve and meet Dominic inside his house became a tough task. In truth, she didn't expect the best from Dominic.Counting down to a certain number in her mind, she exhaled to release practically all nervousness, then proceeded into the house. The house caretaker led her to the living room where Dominic was. Now she stood a few steps away, staring eye to eye with him. The smiley-god was giving her that big-ass smile.Dominic set down the magazine he'd been reading on the table. “My visitors don't stand.”Following his words, Kayla took a seat on a sofa by his right.“Anything you'll like to have?” Kayla shook her head. “I’m fine.”“Ci scusi,” he said to the caretaker. (Do excuse us.) The caretaker exit

“To be honest, that night when I fought for Anthony—” Christian hissed with satisfaction, his eyes closed. “It was fun. But… someone murdered my excitement. Why the fuck was Corey fighting a battle his father brought upon Kayla?”“If I may guess. That's Corey's masterstroke of deception. I don't trust he's got good intentions in him,” Bo put in.“I look to kill him each night I go to release my beast and fight for Anthony. You should be looking to kill the bastard too, Anthony,” Jacob said.“I have my reasons for not rubbing him out. One reason is clearer than the others. Perhaps taking on Corey will cost so much of my health. So, I'm preserving my strength and health for Marcus instead. It's that simple.”Christian clicked his tongue sharply and shrugged. “Well, I support your reasons.”A vibration on the executive desk. Someone hit Anthony's line. It was the head event planners. She was asking to know the kind of cakes Kayla preferred. Why was the question his to answer? These days,