( Jordan's POV )I know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drove into my father's mansion.The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminded me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see.The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain. I am here because I wanted to get the award and to see my mother after . I get out of the car and moved towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answered none of the greetings as I walked in. The living room was empty and I wondered where everyone was. My eyes scan the entire place until it falls on a girl comin

( Jordan's POV )I walked up to my father's study upstairs after leaving my mother's room. When I got to the door, I heard laughter coming from inside. I knocked on the door softly, pushing away the thoughts of the topic of marriage my mother had implanted in my head. I hear a loud "come in", before pushing the door open to enter. Father is sitting on his large mahogany desk filled with books and files and another man is sitting opposite him. They were talking and laughing before my knock interrupted them. "Son", father beamed and stood up to meet me. The man turned around in his chair to catch a glimpse of me. Father got to my side and patted my shoulder in a friendly manner.I seethe and grit my teeth, stopping myself from punching him. His touch irritates me. I hate the fact that we look alike because I feel everyone will think we are the same. I am the younger version of my father, but I am more sympathetic than he is."You must be Jordan", the man moved to me, stretching his han

( Evelyn's POV )I moved swiftly towards the direction of the office. Even if I don't want to do this, the thought of my daughter is giving me more courage to go on. Cassie lost her father when she was just 5 years old and we have been feeding from hand to mouth. I do menial jobs just to make sure I put something on the table for my daughter. I love her and I would do everything within my power to see her becomegreat. I believe this is the opportunity. I get to the door and knock gently. There is no reply and I knock again, louder."Come in'", a husky voice ordered. He spoke with a tone of authority and I can feel the reason why the receptionist seems scared of her boss. I pushed the door open. His eyes are fixed on his laptop."Hello Jordan Alvarez", I made my presence known, as I walked graciously to the seat opposite his desk, meant for guests.He raised his head sharply in surprise. When our eyes, I smiled. He looks puzzled for a while, probably trying to think if I am someone h

( Tessa's POV )I had just moved past the receptionist who was requesting this month's salary from me. I rolled my eyes at her. She has not provided me with any tangible information for the past two months now and she is expecting me to still pay her.I told her I was going to get back to her. I needed to see Jordan first.I wanted to take the lift to his office when I bump into an elderly woman. I left home in a bad mood and I am here with the hope that the news I got from my father is untrue."Hey, watch where you are going", she yelled at me.I wanted to apologize before she said that. But the yelling pissed me off. "Watch where you are going too, old woman." I retorted back and entered the elevator.I didn't bother to look at her as the door closed gradually. I know she must be glaring at me coldly. I have no time to banter words with her, she is the least of my problems.When my father informed me of Trevor's proposal to marry me to his son, Jordan, I felt I didn't need to bother

( Cassie's POV )I stirred in my sleep, remembering I have an errand to run for mom. I've been absent from school for more than a week now. I have been sick. Today is Friday and I have been doing nothing all day but sleep.I stretched with a yawn and turned to check the clock. It is 6 pm already."Shit", I scrambled out of my bed. Mom asked me to go get groceries, we are out of milk, eggs, and bread. These past few days, I have been taking more milk than usual and we have no more milk in the house anymore.I spend most of the time alone at home, doing absolutely nothing. I am always sleeping or watching a movie. I did nothing today other than take a bath and sleep after taking lunch. I intended to take a nap for a few minutes beforegoing to the grocery shop, a few distances away from here. It is quite near, so I don't need to take a cab.I dashed out of my room and rushed to the kitchen, where mom kept the money for groceries. I picked it up and ran back to my room.I was thinking of