Chapter 22—------------MATT'S POV—--------------The conference was going just fine until I received a text message from Antonio. The Conference Hall was designed in such a way that noises outside it wouldn't be heard no matter how loud it was. "We got a critical situation out here, Boss." The message read. I did not make up my mind to get out because I had already won the presidential investment. I was just taking "Congratulations" all around me. To each person, I turned,"Everyone wants a maid like Kate!" people excitedly contracted. "Wow, that was a big win for you my son!", My mother approached, hugging and kissing my head, "Your maid did amazingly…oh, wait, where is she? I did to congratulate her rather," she said, ordering security to get her. She seemed different that night, but I was just concentrating on taking my "Congratulations" from other CEOs and ministers from almost every part of the country. "Ha..hi…Matt," Angela tried to say something, but she acted too nerv

Chapter 24—------------"The woman who has stolen your heart from…" "From who, Kate? No one has stolen my heart. It belongs to its rightful owner, no one has stolen it," he gasped, "You know what, I'll give you the chance to love when you get well. You'll find out your heart is not stolen, but rather sacrificed."He explained, persuading me to accept the surgery calmly without any bad feelings. I began to wonder how my bills would be paid, and whose coffers that money is going to come from. "What will you do if I refuse to survive? Will you go and meet your lover without me?" I groaned, trembling and cramping the bed sheet, "what will you do if I am unlucky?" I burst into tears."Well, that's an incredible question, I may not be able to see her. She's just like a bird, she's very beautiful and eloquent, yet, I might need you to decipher if she's my real bird or not," he explained in a parable, "I would need someone to hold my umbrella when I am kissing her, and that person should b

Chapter 26—------------MATT'S POV—---------At the club at 7:36 pm ********** "Give me my favorites," I requested after I reached the club.I had a lot on my mind as I found myself in the club. I swam through the dancing wet bodies, not realizing I was wet by their sweats. "Are you alright, Mr. Matt?" the bartender asked, drifting a glass of hot tequila to me. I liked it when people could tell me my state through my actions, so I did give him a reply. He could have guessed first, maybe, it would have dragged me into a conversation, letting me spew all I had in there. I was trying to lock everything with alcoholics. I picked it and gulped it down, without even trying a sip first. It was just hot in my throat, nothing much. I needed something which would help me numb the pain and forget about every tiny word Kate has said to me. "Hey dude, I want it hotter." I requested and rested my heavy wallet on the counter.I vigorously pushed the glass back for him to fill it, but unfortu

CHAPTER 28—--------------KATE'S POV—---------------"This one costs $16.00, trust me, your friend will like it," she bragged, folding the umbrella, "it's spring and as you know, it rains a lot. Just take it to him."I sat in my wheelchair looking at the hundreds of umbrellas, and all I could pick was an expensive one. I needed to get it for Matt before we met again. Maybe, would pass by his house and leave it there. "Alright, I'll pay for this," I took it and rang my coins left in my purse in her hand, "thank you." It was my last coin. I had spent all of my money, on food and unnecessary stuff like this umbrella. I even got myself a new phone, which I wanted to take back for my money. There was no use to be using an expensive phone and starving as an outcome. I should have thought better. Reaching the main road, I made a move and stopped. I was afraid to step in. Cassandra has gone to school and mom didn't even know I was coming out. A good Samaritan just pushed me from behind t

Chapter 30------------“Please, I can’t breathe. Let me go.” I pleaded with my hands tied at my back and against a solid hard round object. I could not breathe properly and I could not hear any talk nor move, yet I pleaded to be let free. I sat on the floor and from the feeling, I figured there was sand. But my cry and screams hitting back at me gave me courage, it was an enclosed area, and that gave me a bit of comfort.I stayed on the ground trying to get myself out of whatever thing they tied my hand with, but it was a strong knot and my strength couldn’t make any change towards it. “Kate!!” a woman echoed in the room, “the devil was right beside me, yet I blamed and killed an innocent Angel.” She added and rustled a metallic object.“Who are you, please let me go,” I begged, tried to stand up but fell on my side.“A sick girl… a sick poor wretched girl who wants the prince charming for herself! The person speaking didn’t sound familiar. I was thinking it was Catherine but that