I eyed my reflection critically, judging my outfit like those fashion magazines would surely do. “You look amazing, Maliah. Those blogs will have nothing to write against you when they see how amazing you look. I mean, look at that neckpiece! What could they write about?” Ria tried to assure me for the umpteenth time, meeting my worrying gaze in the mirror. The stunning central piece was a 120.5-carat clear-cut blue-white flawless gem. There was also a green 16-carat green diamond and several white diamonds and it was heavy. I was wearing a black fitted long gown that came with a cape-like jacket. According to Ria, I looked like a queen but I wouldn't take her seriously. She was the queen of flattery. “As if you will ever tell me I'm ugly” I teased with a roll of my eyes. Ria’s hand flew to her mouth and she let out a dramatic gasp with wide eyes “Ugly should never be allowed in a sentence with you in it. That's not possible. I'm sure Mr Grey would share my opinion when he see

“Are you okay?” Davian asked with a worried glance towards the restroom I had just exited. “I saw your sister follow you into the restroom and I can assume she didn't have any nice words to say”I took the hand he held out and allowed him to pull me to his side, providing the comfort I needed. “She thought she could intimidate me but I could see through her. She is scared I might be back for revenge” I scoffed, eyes meeting Blair’s fiery ones as she exited the bathroom as well.The Fury on her face didn't go unnoticed as Silas rushed to her side and fussed over her. I don't know what she said to him but he turned to look at me and our eyes met in a still second.I would have appreciated how good he still looked if the two of them weren't standing together. Anger bloomed in my chest at how happy they were while I was a mess trying to keep up a strong facade. “Hey,” Davian whispered, pulling my attention to him. “Keep your eyes on me. They don't matter more than we do.”His words caus

It was easy to find the person Blair had hired to find out what I had been up to for the five years I disappeared. I had to admit that I was impressed with the move. She had hired the best private investigator. It was no surprise he was able to dig as far as he did but his findings would end there. We had no choice but to contact Grandma that someone was poking around and she promised to take care of him.She promised me that she wouldn't do anything to hurt him and I trusted her because Grandma was a woman of her word. “Found anything yet?” I asked Shiro, leaning over his shoulders to peer at the laptop screen. Shiro, Ria and I were huddled together in my office, collecting evidence to teach Blair and Valentina a lesson.I made a promise to them and I intend to fulfil it. I wanted Blair to know that I wouldn't sit still if she tried to pull any moves. This was my game now. I was the only one allowed to make any move. They just had to stand still and bear the wrath of my anger.S

My phone rang for the hundredth time and I didn’t bother to look at who was calling before I pressed my thumb against the side button to silence the shrill tone that was now causing a headache.On a second note, I decided to switch off the phone since I knew she would call again. I didn't need this now. “Who’s been calling you?” Davian asked from beside me.We were on our way to the courthouse for the hearing. My gaze went to his hand gripping my lap to keep it still since it wouldn't stop bouncing on its own. He hadn't asked any questions, just placed his hand there to stop the movement that was making my legs ache but I couldn't stop.“Valentina” My face tightened and my eyes narrowed as I thought about how many times she had called me already. “The journalist?” He asked, head tipping to the side in surprise. “Yes,” I confirmed with a huff. “I promised her a treat and I delivered. Now she won't stop calling me”Davian raised his brows “What kind of treat did you give her?” "I m

DAVIAN’S POVI leaned against the car, my mind numb and thoughts racing as I thought about what just happened.I had a kid. A son. There was no wishing it wasn't true or even denying it because he was practically me, reborn. He had my eyes, my nose, my curly long hair I had as a kid and that Icy Blue eyes I shared with Mom. My fingers ran through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts before Malian came out. Was I even pissed? I know I was surprised and still grasping the situation but underneath the stunned feelings, I was angry with her.She had my child and kept it from me even after we got married. Her behaviour these past few days was starting to make sense. The hushed whispers between her and her brother. The sweating on our way to the courthouse.I tried to come up with a reason why she wouldn't tell me after the marriage that we had a child but nothing. I couldn't believe she kept something that important from me.Was I ready for a son? No. But hell if I'll let her take my