Alina's POV I watched Trent's body go limp against mine as he slumped to the floor. I had to use my body to brace his fall, allowing him to rest on my lap. I looked at his bleeding stomach, panic seizing my senses. Oh, goodness! Why did all of this have to happen? I was bad luck. Now, Trent was wounded and bleeding so badly. I was terrified but the little knowledge I had about these kinds of things was enough to let me know that trying to remove the knife all alone was a bad idea. I glanced around the dark alley and fear clawed through me. There was no one to call for help. The only person else in the alley was the other kidnapper that Trent had knocked out earlier. It was a miracle that Trent had come in at the time he did. Who knows what would have happened to me otherwise? Think, Alina, think. What was the name he mentioned before he passed out? Right, Gilbert. I pulled out his phone from his pocket and, with shaking fingers, opened it. I was surprised the phone had no pass

Alina's POVI watched Trent, fascinated as he wolfed down all the food I'd brought. He also fed Niguez bits out of his hamburger. Even though he still looked pretty banged up, hooked to all those machines and all, I was glad that at least his injury wasn't so bad that he couldn't eat. I was even more glad that I met him conscious. I don't know how I would have felt if he was still unconscious. As he ate, I had to hold back Niguez from climbing on top of him on the bed. He wanted to protest that I could leave him but then he choked on his food and began to cough. I poured him a glass of water. "I am sorry for what happened to you. It was all my fault," I said in a dejected tone as I watched him gulp down the water. He gently lifted my downcast chin to look at him. "No, it wasn't your fault. We should just be grateful that it didn't end up worse than this."His steady eyes bored into mine as if he wanted to swallow up all my guilt. I felt like I could get lost in his mesmerising

Alina's POVAs I stepped out of the elevator into the Non-administrative staff wing of the third floor, I tried not to let the scene replay in my mind but failed i woefully. Who did Sasha think she was to be touching another human being, without permission, like that?I don't know why, but I was angry. At her. And also at myself for being angry at her. Ever since the Raymond incident, I had been wary of how I related with my co-workers in this place, especially since I wasn't conversant with most of them. Sasha seemed sly to me, like a fox in female skin. It was a big surprise to me that she had remained a worker here despite her obvious incompetence, she was still working in the Customer Care Department. Well, her post suited her well. She had an enchanting look bolstered by expensive makeup and fashion style. Plus, with the way she had wormed her way into the minds of the top officials, take Raymond for a typical example, was fishy and I suspected she had given them 'benefits' t

Alina's PovI moaned as I bit into the delicious and chewy strands of spicy spaghetti. With my eyes closed, I relished the flavour that burst on my tongue. My senses were filled with relish. Man, whoever cooked this dish was an expert chef. "Tastes good?" Trent asked. I peeked from beneath my brows at him, a blush creeping up my face. I silently hoped I had not messed my face with my food. What was I doing, eating like a starved glutton? I had worked my head off and didn't know that I was famished until I sighted the simple but delicious feast that Trent had gone out of his way to make ready for me.What does he think of me seeing me in this unladylike state?Trent chuckled and soon after slurped his spaghetti in an exaggerated manner that elicited a light chortle from me.Soon we were tied in a contest of sorts of the person with the worst table manners in full display. When I eventually regained my composure after a bout of hearty laughter, I suddenly felt a strong wave of deja

Alina's PovI felt the heavy morning breath in my mouth as I yawned and stretched. The natural light of dawn peeked through the louvred blinds. My lower back ached like crazy. The posture I had slept in over the night was a tangled mess. When I arrived at the hospital yesterday and saw my baby looking so pale and in discomfort, I was distraught. I had to insist that they allow me to stay with him. The process was tedious. They took some minor tests and said they found nothing wrong with him. But the instincts in me told me something was wrong. His burning fever and his constant wailing pricked so hard at my heart. With tender fingers, I worked my way through the mass of hair he was sporting on his head. His face looked blissfully blank. At least, now he was asleep. The doctors had given him a mild tranquilizer that helped him fall asleep. I looked at my phone and realised that my battery was down. Oh, boy! I was so gonna get it from my workplace. Just how many more excuses wo