"Killian wouldn't let you," she argued back, feeling her face burning with hot rage. "You wanna see?" he dared her, digging deep into her eyes. He wasn't kidding. He was fucking serious. If she walked out on him he will make the whole world regret it. She had no fucking idea the length he could go for her. If he can sit here and quietly take all the torture for her, he can wreak destruction too. And no one will be able to stop him. Not Killian, not his dad, not even her God. Nobody. Angela felt a chill coursing down her spine when she noticed a flash of sternest resolve in his eyes. Those silver orbs had never looked this fearsome, this deadly. Her features crumpled. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you just let me go?" a sense of defeat in her tone. A drop of tear slipped down her eye. This was tiring her out. Never in her life she had imagined that one day she would plead with him to let her go and he would threaten her to keep her with him. He slid down the chair

Everything sucks!The world had stopped being beautiful without his green-eyed beauty. It was now dull and cold and cruel. It wasn't his first heartbreak but it hurt much worse than the first time. The inside of his chest felt hollow. In place of heart, a violent pain kept throbbing inside it. The burn of heartache was mercilessly tearing through his inside. He didn't want to feel this constant burning that she had left him with. It was a cruel torture. He didn't want to go on without her. The shadows were hunting him again. He felt the vicious claws slowly closing over him, dragging him back into its clutches. Only she could set him free. But she was gone. His angel was gone. Without her, everything was pointless. Everything. "I love her, Mom," he utterd while blankly staring off at the wall. Deep melancholy filtered through his expression, it had dulled his eyes. His head was on her lap. Back in his childhood, he would come to her and put his head on her lap like this whenever

Angela dabbed the gloss on her lower lip and smacked her lips together. With that she was ready for the occassion. Today was a special day for Alma. The company had suffered a slight dip in beginning but it recovered quickly and was now thriving. Angela had devoted herself to work now. She was tired of crying and hiding under the covers. The world wasn't going to stop for her. Alma was doing exceptionally good and so now she wanted to try her luck in other areas as well. With that intention, she had invited XZN a fashion brand to form an alliance with Alma by share swapping. And today was the announcement party of that. A big day for her. She retireved her phone to message her driver. While typing her gaze flitted to the date and a realisation woke in her. Two months had passed. She wished she could say they went like breeze. But that would be a big fat lie. She missed Nichelle, Chris, Alicia. Despite everything she was still in contact with them and was happy to know the divorce had

Nick turned and traced his feet back to where she was. Everyone watched him shell-shocked. Angela had heard the shots. Twice. He killed him. The woman flinched when the door swung open. She noticed small splatters of blood over his suit. He did kill him. Nick walked over and kneeled to her eye level. He was dangerously handsome. The moment their eyes met, he changed from a merciless killer to a lover who wanted nothing but soothe his beloved. His gaze soft and tender as they assessed her body for more bruises. There was one on her wrist. He gently held her hands and lifted them to examine it. His nostrils flared."Are you hurt somewhere else?" he questioned. The fact that someone managed to hurt Angela in his presence made him feel angry at himself. "You..you killed him," her voice was trembling. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. "He deserved nothing less," Nick didn't sound a little bit remorseful. "You killed him in front of so many people. Do you realise what it means?

"Hi, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for long," Angela glanced up from her phone and met a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking down at her. His lips were spread into an apologetic smile. She returned his smile with her own and lightly shook her head. "Not much," Angela brushed it off and gestured for him to sit. A waiter came over and asked for their order."I am glad you agreed to meet," Reyes began, smiling her way. Angela could only smile. She might not have if Ara had not insisted. "So how is work going?" Reyes knew how to initiate a conversation and keep it flowing. He was talkative and easygoing unlike him. They talked for a good hour. It was mainly Reyes speaking. He told her about his business and foundation. He had opened "Smile" in memory of his mother. He also asked her many questions in an attempt to keep her involved but thankfully didn't touch upon her divorce. It was a relief. "I had a good time, Angela," Reyes declared as he escorted her towards her car. Angela lo