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Danielle's POV Mark drove us to a bar that was scanty. I sat there by the counter with him. "Now what?" I asked. Now, I had calmed down and I had regained myself. My temperature was calm and my hands were stable. He gave me a drink which I left on the table. "I know you hate me, Danielle. First impression stuff. I didn't know I was coming to see you also. I had a huge fight with my mom before leaving the house and I have a girlfriend." I nodded. A strand of my hair fell across my face and I tried to blow it off. He reached out his hands and I flinched. "Woah woah. What were you trying to do?" "I was just trying to take off that…strand of hair…right there." He brushed it back and tucked it behind my ear, "And there you go…" "You were saying…you have a girlfriend. I am also not interested. Works for both of us, right?" "I had a girlfriend. Came out wrong the first time. I understand you do not want this marriage but I'll give you a chance. You can d

Bryan' POV "Are you okay?" I asked her again. She nodded without looking at me and went back to her chamber like I call it. Maybe she's just having a bad day. I saw her walk backward, she had never done that before and she was the only one I allowed to turn her back on me. Now that she's done what I wanted from scratch, I feel a little uncomfortable with it. It's a sign that something was wrong. I closed my eyes and played with my long lashes. I shouldn't think about it if she has a problem, then she can solve it on her own. I don't need to ask her anymore. I went through the magazines she dropped and drooled over the pics that were on the front cover of most of the magazines. I am meant to be the one in these pictures, what was she getting all the game while I was gone? Oh, I was gone. I checked for Bell magazine and they were there. Did she succeed in working with Bell? I glanced at her but she was too focused on whatever she was doing. The owner

Danielle's POV For two days, I haven't been myself. No, I doubt I will ever be myself anymore. I have lost my appetite for every type of food. I spent all day with my kids in their room and seldom, I would walk out to the fresh air in the mini garden beside our house. My Aunt and her family were still around and I tried as much as possible to hide how I was feeling from them. No one just knows, I must move over it. I have to. I can never send all my kids to see Bryan. The respect for his name seems to have rotten. It wasn't his fault, that's what I said to myself every day. Even though Clara had made things better between us, she never came back. She was the one person that could help me in times like this. This is a very difficult one and there is no way out of it except I get married to Mark. The other day was a great show for Bryan. Of course, Mark and I didn't talk till I got home that day. I didn't want to talk to anyone at all. A bunch of ungrateful men.

Bryan's POV It's been quite a while since I have been myself. Something was amiss but I couldn't point it out. Something is certain though, I need Danielle to be by my side. "Boss, you haven't gone through the files from the other companies. You still haven't contacted the contract companies either. If you keep doing this, we are going to lose a lot of money and it will be gone before you realize it," Jack ranted. I rolled my eyes. His words were music to my ears. I have been in this position for quite a while. Uninterested, not bothered, unconcerned. The whole world seems to revolve around me and I am the stagnant tree. I have no idea what I am going to do or how I am going to start. Why did Danielle act that way? She had never been obedient and I hope she stays that way. Either way, I wanted to see her. I miss the scenting fragrance of her shampoo and deodorants, it was as if the way she smelled brought more oxygen to the room. I breathe better when sh

Danielle's POV I stood there, tapping my foot with folded arms. Gabriel was the first to come in, then Mila, Lila then Ella. I stood beside the bar and watched as they tiptoed inside the house. Gabriel looked left and right like he was about to cross the road, hiding or should I say guarding the kids behind him. "Where were you?" I asked as he was about to take a step. He froze up and looked at me with one leg in the air. He stumbled a little before settling back on his feet. The kids held a part of his pants and peeped from the side of his legs with some…bags…shopping bags. Where have they been? They didn't take the car, did they walk all the way there? He cleared his throat and scratched his head with his left hand. He does that when he wants to lie or when he has nothing to say. "I took them shopping, they kept on telling me they wanted to go out. You weren't around so we sort to leave as quickly as possible." I left where I stood. I was in fr