CASSANDRA’S POVI groan tiredly as I turn comfortably in bed. Wait bed? How am on the bed? Last thing I remember was me going out to get ibuprofen from the medical store and returning back to home.Still with my closed eyes I start to panic internally too afraid to open my eyes. “Fuck it!”, I hear someone yell slamming something. Precisely a male voice and the more long I think about it I know who it is. I jump up sitting on bed, wincing in body ache as I see a shocked face of one and only asshole, Ethan.“What the fuck are you doing in my home?”, I yell at him angrily glaring at him. “thank god you woke up”, he exclaims happily as he looks at me grinning.“there are medicines on the side table and there is chicken noodles soup placed on the kitchen counter”, he said getting up on his feet.“Wait? What? First of all tell me what the fuck you are doing here?”, I question him glaring standing up.“Oh I see you are able to stand now, last time I remember I have found you unconsious on th

Jackson’s povI turn my phone off before throwing it on the couch in my room. This lights are dimmed a bit making the temperature of the room hot more than before. After having two drinks at club I didn’t feel like having more as I was horny and I dont want to have sex with some random slut in my too drunk state as I could forget to protect myself and cum inside her. Which will lead to bigger problems in my life.Being a rock star I am not allowed to date a woman and my dad being the famous business man and the fame came along with my passion of being a rock star its impossible for me to have many hook ups as I wish outside my home with paparazzi tailing me everywhere I go.So I have came up with a thing, fucking my stylist when I feel. She wanted more money for which she was ready to spread her legs for me, I honestly dont know why she needs more money when she earns good thousands of dollars just by styling me for my concerts and shows, which I never bothered to ask her any way as m

JACKSON’S POV“well, today’s shoot went pretty well”, I tell Justin as he drop himself on the couch beside me with a sigh. “yes, am already tired, up for a drink?”, he asks as I shake my head as no. “Am leaving to check on my mother”, I tell sighing heavily. She might be crying her eyes out till now.“okay, I will be leaving after a drink or two at the same club”, he tells as I smile at him walking out towards the lift. As soon as I get in the back seat of my car, I inform my driver to take me to the city hospital. In twenty minuets I enter the building. The eyes of the every female receptionist to nurse are set on my as I take my large steps towards the room where my father is admitted. I Dont see my mother in the cafe nor hallway which means she is inside the room.I Hold the door knob but I hear something which made my legs freeze at their spot.“Do you think cassandra will come?”, my father asks in his normal heathy tone which makes me frown.“She will, she might haven taken off

IVAN’S POVI decided to talk with Mr Williams as soon as I reach Sydney, I asked Lucas to book appointment with him knowing he will not appear out from his schedule. He is that kind of a man.I watch my cassandra sleeping calmly as she is a little baby, a blanket wrapped on her body as she used her front palms to hold it tight against her chest with a pout on her face is making me go crazy. I should hold on to my hormones, not thinking about her in any dirty way. She will be my wife for god’s sake.“but she isn’t your wife yet” my inner voice reminds me. Its a bitter truth that she dont want to marry me, not knowing its me but isn’t it a same thing, that she dont want to marry now. I feel bad for her as she is forced into this marriage just like me. Being the decided heir of my father’s business I was expected and did all the things which he choose for me. Studying business instead of art and perusing career in painting, I took business which my dad forced on me. Thankfully being the s

IVAN’S POV“Mom, am on my way, I have meetings today”, I tell my mom tiredly.“Ivan dont you dare deny me, first you bring your ass to home and show your face to me”, she snaps at me angrily.“mom....”, I try to change her mind but she is so stubborn, she wont be letting me to go to work if I didn’t listen to her. I sigh loudly and glance at my watch. “Okay, mom, I will be there”, I tell her nodding my head to my manager to change my schedule and post my meetings a hour further.Soon I arrived to my childhood home- Miller mansion. The cream walls of the mansion with tall pillars in European style with marble flooring was the home I born and raised in. This home was inherited by my father from his father and my grandfather from his. There is no doubt that masons who worked on this master piece were more skilled and used good quality material since it lasted this long. We didn’t change the major parts of this mansion but we did some changes in interiors with time to time.The beautiful