Grayson, with a set look on his face watched quietly as Maya stood still when the additional bodyguards’ he had called for introduced themselves to them the following day in the villa. Turning towards the housekeeper he also had hired, nodded at her to serve them some breakfast. “The additional bodyguards are overrated, Grayson,” Maya complained to him lightly when the two of them were finally alone in the living room. “Why not just lock me up instead?” “If I have my way, Maya, I would have already done it,” he countered calmly, knowing deep down that she is holding her anger. He turned and walked towards the dining area, sitting on one chair. He picked up the morning paper and made himself busy by reading the headlines while he hears her preparing at the kitchen. “But I know you won’t like it. So, the bodyguards will do.” Maya distracted him by waving his cup of coffee in front of his sight before placing it down in front of him. She then stomped back to the counter. Grayson just

Grayson looked up from his laptop screen on a Thursday afternoon, inside the office in the villa towards the full-height window and watched as Maya threw a ball towards the grass and with a bark, Pogo run after it, retrieving immediately and trotted back to her with his tail wagging.Maya laughed as she wrestled the ball from his mouth and hugged him when he dropped it.“He can’t do anything, Gray,” Callum Moore said patiently as he handed to Grayson some documents that he is reviewing. He leaned back on his chair and followed his gaze. “If Cunningham insists, I have the files. Maya knows about it.”“And you know overtime that she tends to forget them,” Grayson returned sarcastically. He let out a frustrated sigh as he run a hand through his hair and leaned back on his chair. “The severe trauma to her head from that accident six years ago has always been the effect even up to now. I tried getting her back to therapy but she’s very firm in her decision not to. If you remember, we had a

Grayson, that afternoon, looked up from the paper that he is writing on when he heard the car pulling up the driveway inside the office of the villa he had purchased before. Instead of standing up to meet Maya at the door, he turned his attention back to the writing he is doing.He heard the door to his office creaked open.“Grayson?” Maya’s voice called out lightly. “May I come in?”Fortunately, his mobile phone rang and Grayson immediately reached for it to answer.“Hello, Benedict,” he said a little bit out loud to make sure that she could hear him. He heard the door closed a few seconds after and Grayson cursed at himself for acting immature. “No, it’s all good, Nathan. What have you got for me?”Grayson leaned back on his chair as Nathan relayed to him what his men had found out with regards to the case that he requested to be reopened.“Those persons of interest that we identified based on the footage that my office got before, one’s in prison, the other in rehab and so far, the

Maya thanked Steven, her constant bodyguard as he carefully placed all the dinner plate models, she had purchased on the living room center table, for her to make a final decision on a Saturday afternoon.“You’re back, Madam,” Yasmine Jones called out politely, appearing from the back of the house. “I’ll have tea and cookies for you in five minutes.”“Thanks, Yasmine,” Maya responded. “Did Jordan brought Pogo?”“He did but when I told him that you’re still out, he said that he will come back later,” Yasmine answered from the island counter. “I informed him that you might be back late in the afternoon.”Maya nodded as she knelt on the floor and started unwrapping the plates carefully, setting them to one side by colors and types. She took individual pictures of the plates and then stood up, heading to Grayson’s office where she placed the box of the sample of utensils and glasses that she had decided on.“Here you go, Madam,” Yasmine said, just in time for Maya to come out from the off

Jordan looked up with an irritated expression, from the menu that he is reading when he heard a commotion at one side of the empty restaurant of The Fresh Fusion on a Wednesday lunch time. He frowned when he saw familiar figures, who seemed to be harassing someone that is trying to get pass the reception podium.The maître d looked harassed at the situation.“You think that you are so high above us that you pretend not to know us?” Sissy Barnes mocked coldly. “You had everyone completely fooled that you’re dead! Was this a plan of yours? Fake your death and then come back alive a few years later? You do always love some attention to yourself!”“Did you come back to seek your revenge?” Jenna Ferguson-Hamilton, Sissy’s mother added. “Putting us on a bad light when you got engaged was not enough, huh?!”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the harassed person answered. “Please. Just leave me be. I’m not bothering you.”“Oh, but you are,” Sissy snapped. She reached out and gripped th