Zamir Trian Cassano's Point of ViewA heavenly being standing amidst the lush greenery of the garden... And a mysterious figure walking beside her? “Who is that conniving scoundrel cackling with my beloved lady?” Inhaling deeply, my chest tightened as I turned to catch a glimpse of Lorenzo and Saint engaged in conversation behind me. As I interrupted, their eyes were fixed on the intricate map laid out before them. “Who's that obnoxious person hanging out with Claudia?” I asked again, but my eyes were met with disappointment. Lorenzo positioned himself right next to me and uttered his words. “Ah, behold the fresh-faced gardener, a newcomer to our midst. Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, as if they were one entity. Yesterday, they hit the gym together, sweating it out side by side.” I felt a surge of anger as my eyebrows knitted together, the gardener's words making me want to snap his neck like a twig. But I knew that was an irrational thought, and besides, Cla

Claudia Woods’ Point of ViewWaking up in a bad nightmare is something someone wouldn’t want to experience especially when it involves people you care the most. I was sweating as I sat down on the bed, seeing no one beside me. No traces of smoke are inside and the smell remains the same. Even the sliding glass door isn’t open as well as the curtains remaining at its finest weren’t touched. One thing was confirmed. Zamir hasn't returned home yet.I woke up at exactly three in the morning, an evil hour according to people. I dreamed of Zamir getting shot, and for some reason, my heart was pounding so heavy that I even broke the glass that was just above the cabinet beside the mattress. I bit my lower lip and prayed. Even after he left earlier, I felt like something bad would happen but I tried my best to keep positivity until I dreamed about him. Staying inside the bedroom is the best thing to do. I have no strength to go downstairs because of fear thinking someone out there might als

Zamir Trian Cassano's Point of ViewThere are several reasons to be mad about it but I chose to silence my mouth. My men, who failed to come after that scumbag were doing their best to run after him again. However, after knowing he fle away from the country, I don't think I'd get a hold of him again. Nevertheless, I tried my best to do it at my end as well. Kasem wouldn't be able to go on the lose if I pull the trigger immediately. It's just, it took me for a long time doing that. "One thing kept on running through my mind. All of his men were present in that warehouse and we killed all of them. They are just around two hundred and above, aren't they?" I inquired. Saint, who's at the back, nodded his head. "Yes, boss. You are right." "Then how come there are still people who is still able to lift his hand and attacked us?!" I couldn't stop mhself from thundering my voice out, feeling stressed on things that happened. I nearly get unbalanced when that happened. The wound I got fr

Claudia Woods’ Point of View There was a huge grin on my face the moment I woke up. Sticking with Zamir for a couple of days from the moment he was shot became a huge way for us to know each other. Apparently, he is not just a short-tempered and hot-headed type of person. He is also stubborn and I wonder if everyone already saw this side of him. Well, I find him funny, annoying as my patient and cute. “Had a good sleep?” Saint inquired with a huge teasing grin as Zamir and I entered the room together. “I should be the one asking that. How’s the first night with your woman though?” I retorted back with a wide grin. Saint arched his one eyebrow before Zamir pulled me beside him. “Don’t start a fight with him…” he murmured. “What? I’m not doing anything!” Saint is an asshole. He is far from Lorenzo and teasing me, making my blood boil, annoying the shit out of me without a reason are his habit. Well, Lorenzo and I could get along but I couldn’t see Saint and I being on good terms.

Claudia Woods’ Point of View There was nothing but an annoyed feeling that was consuming my entire system. I can’t function, feeling worried at the woman in front of me. Upon the first three days staying here, I can’t help not to get irritated by how she treats Lisa and the other maids as if she was the boss here. My forehead creased when she went to where Zamir again, caressing his hands whilst slowly talking with him. She said she wanted a quiet life that’s why she ran here, but I honestly doubt her petty reason. God knows how much I wanted to grab Zamir out of her hand, but when he said that she’s just a friend and nothing else more than that, I know Zamir is telling me the truth. I have to put my trust in him and communicate if something goes wrong. Well, that’s the least I can do for now. “Can I borrow your phone, Lisa? I’ll just have to search for something. It will be quick,” I said while she was busy baking. She was not looking but responded. “It’s beside the vase, Miss.