Eros’ POVI raised my eyebrows at Echo who was the perfect princess of the house. She was one of the top mental therapist in the city who helped people in making difficult decisions and stopping them from harming themselves. It looked like there was nothing wrong with her. I looked warily at her from head to toe. Although I did find her make up disturbing. Of all the things on her body, her make up was the most disturbing. It was too perfect and anyone too perfect had the most problem. She saw the fault in everything even as a kid. What an Irony. The mental therapist needs through reformation.She would snatch my toys away claiming I wasn’t satisfied with them, she would trash the tea party I and Betty was having claiming it was supposed to be for her and Betty. Yes, she tried taking Betty away from me but Betty was too stubborn for her to handle. She wants everything for herself. The things she claims were perfect was what she wanted for her self. She was dressed in a fitted all-net

Dalia’s POVTo work hard and not get pregnant like me...“...using our old list. We don’t want any problems this year.” Jeffrey suddenly said bringing me back from my thoughts.Thank goodness he couldn’t see I’ve zoned out. He was staring into nothing when he added bitterly.“I don’t know why those undisciplined CEO’s would sign the deal with us and end up bringing problems.”Unfortunately for those who signed the deal with us, we would make all the money and other stuff attached to it. It wasn’t our fault. If you needed to promote your brand, this was the only way to do it in MELT. A lot of people have benefited from this even though the rumours claim that we exploit and use them for our own gain.It’s the way the world works so it was better they suck it up or turn it to work for their good.“I should alert the Legal team so that they would be well aware of this.” Then I remembered the small notebook in my hands. I squinted at the jargons scribbled on the first page. “..And you have

Dalia’s PovHe was hot even when angry. What is this feeling?A sense of pride? That my man has come to pick me up? Or wants to ruin my date tonight?I sighed heavily. It was too early for this. No scratch that, things like this should ever happen. At all.“No,” Nick shrugs in a disinterested way. I threw a small smile in his direction and his eyes told me they’ve got my back.Who does he think Eros West is to me?I wanted to know what Eros would do as a man who didn’t speak many words. I got an instant reaction as he signalled to the biggest guard in the room. Of course, Nick was no match for him as he was grabbed by the collar and dragged outside.It was comic but given the situation at hand, I couldn’t laugh. It got stuck in my throat before it came out.“Let me go, you piece of shit!” Nick ranged in the background. He was like a wounded lion and if I was the one, it would hurt my pride to be thrown of the place I sat.I glared daggers at him. At least he was making efforts not to

Eros’ POVIs this what you do now? Going around and getting knocked up?”That was extremely harsh. I shouldn’t have said that to a pregnant woman. I guess my anger got the better part of me and now she looks like she wants to cry.“You’re an asshole.” She said and I sighed.I have always been a jerk and an asshole. Was she just realising it now?“Why are you so disgusted by me? What did I ever do to you?”That stopped me from saying more hurtful words. I am not disgusted by her. She is attractive.But.“Can’t you read the room, Miss Thompson? I am not here to begin a beautiful romance series with you.” I signalled Dimitri for the briefcase and gloves.Then she began to ramble, going for the low blow. I knew it wasn’t her fault. I was the one, I’d lose all rationing too. I am even surprised she is this calm. I’ll give her a point for that.“....It has resulted in this blood sucking parasite in my womb and here you are refusing to take responsibility!” She completed with what looked lik

Dalia’s PoVWith a permanent smile on my face, I hope I convinced him enough. My hand clutched my bag tighter as I walked into the darkness. I bit my lower lips praying Isaiah insists on driving me home. I am a defenceless pregnant woman. What can possibly go wrong?Everything.“Mrs. Thompson!” I hear Isaiah call again from a distance. This time, he is running after me, breathing hard.“No, ma’am. I insist. I cannot allow you to walk alone this night. Follow me to the car. Dimitri will drop you off.” He pants.Just how far did I walk for him to insist?“I-“ I wanted to argue. Where was the fun if I gave in easily? It would seem like I want to sit in the same car as Eros West.“Mr. West will have my head of you refuse.” He tries again.That got me puzzled. Why would he have Isaiah’s head? That cannot not happen, can it?“Why would he have your head?” I chuckle. “alright, of you insist.” I decided, asking him to lead the way.There was no way I was going to walk down to my street at nig