(Stephen's POV)Getting home in fury only to discover my dressing maids plus some others were gone because of a text from an anonymous person added to my rage. I paced around the room and came to a standstill in front of the big mirror, reiterating the questions that have been resident in my head since I got back hours ago."What is all this happening to me now?""Why was Kendall with Antonio at the station looking all weak also?"Thinking about what Kendall did to me, my anger reignited and I banged my fists on the dressing table. My head was fucked up and I wished Antonio was here to answer all of my questions. Was Kendall, not the person who informed the police of the ordeal? Was she at the station to see the anguish on my face?Perhaps she had thought there would be one on my face. I scoffed and muttered silently, smiling mischievously at the mirror. If that was what she was thinking, then she failed! I would not give her an easy way out.Then my mind drifted back to the anonymou

(Kendall's POV)As Antonio and I waited for hours before he could get me a cab which drove me home, my head banged due to the questions battling inside me. I attempted to ask Antonio who Jessica Lovegood was and what she wanted with the case, but something was pulling me back from asking. I didn't want to be seen as someone prying into their affairs."Finally," I murmured when I got home and successfully freed my swollen feet; I hadn't taken my shoes off since three days ago.Walking past the window to the petite table that lay across the small room, I halted in my tracks like a car that just applied its brakes.My mind drifted to the lady I noticed was walking behind me when I alighted from the cab and was walking home. But as I turned back after observing her footsteps and her shadow beside me, she fled again.I watched her run to a corner and I took note of her height which was almost mine. She wore a black hoodie and black shorts and her back view resembled the one of that lady I

(Stephen's POV)With irritation after Kendall left, I paced to and fro my study room, remembering the words she hurled at me earlier after ordering her to pack into my mansion within three days. My anger was fuelled more as her words kept echoing inside my head. I wished I could show her her place when she summoned the effrontery to yell at me and call me names. But I did nothing. I just watched her run her mouth like a tap.She called me arrogant. She said I was stupid and that I wasn't meant to be tagged as human. She said I was supposed to be living in the jungle where my mates belonged. F**k!!Not even Antonio had the audacity she had. To avoid unleashing my anger and murdering a mother of three beautiful children, I had to hold myself back from giving her another round of beating.It was her guts for me. Imagine reprimanding someone who would save her life despite her impoverished state. Was she even expecting me to thank her because she added make-up to cover up the injuries o

(Kendall's POV)With my arms outstretched, I ran to my girls and clung to them carefully. At that moment, it felt as though the whole world stood still. Nothing mattered at that moment except my girls. Nothing!!Peace and joy flooded my heart with ecstasy and placidity. This time, it was not a tear that escaped my eyes, but an ocean of profuse salty water. Like prisoners set free, the tears all streamed down my chin as I bent to hug my girls."Mummy, why are you crying?" Claura asked, noticing the wetness on my chin."I'm just happy to see you and your sister," I replied, hugging them a little tighter and dropping a kiss on their foreheads."How is our sister and grandma?" Flora added as I caressed her dark black hair.She was the only one out of the three with long curly black hair. Though Laura's hair and Flora's were also long, they were honey-colored and wavy like mine."Who is ready to go home?" I requested cheerfully."Me! Mommy""Me too, Mommy," Clara and Flora chorused in uniso

(Stephen's POV)I rolled up the curtains of my study room as the rays of sunlight flickered through the window slides and a warm breeze flowed in. The breeze which always lightened up my mood coupled with the smell of old books made the private study the third place I loved to be aside from my bedroom and a bar, party, or anywhere that contained alcohol.Relaxing on the rare wooden chair, and enjoying the view of the early morning sun, I sipped a bit of my early morning coffee which was becoming one of my routines after my early morning jog in the garden.Having early morning walks in the garden and sometimes around the mansion was one of the ever-consistent routines with my dad, Carlos DeLaCruz.I could still recall his response when I asked him why he loved to take an early morning walk when I was seven years old."Nature is a natural drug son. Look around, the peace in the early morning wind can cure any troubling headache, boy."Smiling as I reflected on his words, I moved toward