"Samuel's point of view,"It has been more than 5 days since I arrived in this new place, but it feels like an eternity. I now miss my house. I tried to concentrate on my work, but every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her face. She tried calling me several times, but I never answered. She asked me in a text why I hadn't answered her phone, but I hadn't bothered to respond. It's difficult for me to admit, but I did become addicted to her. I've never experienced anything like the sensation I felt when I kissed her pulpy lips before. Clara only contacted me once in the past five days; after learning that I had been away for 15 days, she didn't bother me again. Her maturity level is admirable. She constantly allows me to be free. Scarlet, though, never seems to get it; she calls me nonstop. I'm not sure what she wants from me. I don't wish to converse with her. Why doesn't she understand my point? I made an effort to concentrate on the file that was open in front of me, bu

"Samuel's point of view,""What am I doing here, and that too, with this middle-class woman?" She laid her head on my chest and slept peacefully. I also took hold of her waist. I'm sleeping with her at my workplace during the day. What the hell is this? What if someone discovered me dozing off on my office couch? Because of my intoxication, I don't quite recall what transpired between us, but I do recall that she bit my lips. She has no right to touch me; how dare she bite my lips? Why is she sleeping with me? Samantha told me Scarlet only slept at night, so why is she sleeping in my arms in the daytime? But her face looked peaceful. I don't want to wake her. I softly remove my hands and legs from her body to avoid disturbing her slumber. I got up from the sofa and did my best to look respectable by combing my hair and straightening my clothes. What the hell is this coconut moisturizer bottle doing on my table? No, no, I can't do that. I probably gave her this bottle of moistu

"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, finally, you are here." She was intoxicated and lying in her bed when I unlocked her apartment door. What happened to her? Why did she drink too much booze? I took a glance at the bottles that were strewn over the space. "Why did you drink so much, Clara? Is everything okay?" I move to her bed by slipping bottles through my foot. "Samuel, your mother ruined me, and I lost everything." She put her entire body weight on top of my torso. "What do you mean? Now what she did." I stroked her hair gently. "You know what happened today?Your mother went to the shooting location and asked the director to change the heroine of the film; otherwise, she would have halted all payments to the production company." "What?" That's my worst nightmare come true. But I do wonder why my mother did not call me right away to discuss this. "They dumped me and hired a witch in my place. I'm not in that movie anymore. I'm making my film debut here and am once again f

"Samuel's point of view,"This middle-class woman is getting on my nerves now. What I witnessed last night in the club still shocks me. In front of me, she kissed him. How dare she? She asked him to marry her. She feels sad about being my wife. When I placed her in the passenger seat while holding her in my arms. She looked me straight in the eye as she punched me in the chest. "Samuel Oscar, you are the devil and a cheating spouse; I am neither a cheater nor a gold digger. I never want my kids to possess any traits like you did. You are cold, heartless, and mainly self-centered. You stole my first kiss, my virginity, my freedom, and even the ability to fall asleep peacefully. Now you've stolen my coconut moisturizer."I was very enraged, but when I listened to her, I couldn't control my laughter. She charged me with stealing her cheap body moisturizer. She's hilarious. Why did I take her cheap moisturizer? I could afford an entire factory of low-priced moisturizers. "Has she

"Samuel's point of view,""Where do you intend to go?" When she heard my voice, she halted abruptly. "I...I no where to be." Her expression froze in shock. "I know you're trying to get out of here, so you don't need to lie to me." I stepped toward her. "Mr. Oscar, I don't want to bother you anymore. You have a misunderstanding about that DNA report. It would be best for me to leave this place because I know you won't trust me." She attempted to contain her tears. "I don't have empathy for you anymore, Miss Neve, so please don't cry to win my sympathy."Now that I know the truth, I want her out of my life. However, only she and I are aware of this reality. My mother is unaware of the children's biological father. Also, until I or Scarlet divulge the truth about the true father of the children, the rest of the world will remain in the dark. I have just two and a half months to put up with her. I can't let myself lose everything after getting so close to my goal. "Miss Neve, pleas