KARENIt had now been two days since the last incident. After experiencing all this, I had decided to investigate and find out the reason Devon hated me. I was determined to find out no matter what. I had also decided to start with his room, then his study. I began with his room, searching his drawers and every corner, yet I didn't find anything sensitive. To cover up my tracks, I did a small cleanup of the whole room. After that, I carefully went to his study room. There are lots of books here, and whatever documents he was looking for are more likely to be found here. "Hmm, not this, neither this," I kept on flipping through many documents. "Why couldn't I find anything useful to prove my innocence? Perhaps, I should search more thoroughly." I started arranging it carefully while rechecking each file. When I was about to keep the last file, the door opened, and Devon came in. "My little traitor, it's a pity that you are caught red-handed this time around," he sai

KAREN Today was Monday, and I had finally left Devon's house. Today, I will be opening my own beauty salon after graduating from two years of learning and training at Andrews Beauty Academy, where I trained as a makeup artist. I graduated at the same time as Alice, but she had started earlier than me while I was still focused on my engagement with Devon at that time. Now that I have nothing else going on, I guess it's a good time to continue pursuing my career. I named my salon "Karen Beauty Home," and besides me, there are two artists. I had managed to save a good amount of money from the funds Devon used to give me before we were engaged, so I used it to hire two more artists to help in my salon. I dream of my beauty salon being the most sought after in New York very soon. "Girls, listen, I hired you because I heard you guys are quite good. I don't want to be disappointed, so I hope you do good work. Today we will be doing a promo since this is our first time

DEVONLooking at the watch, it was 6:30, yet she was nowhere to be found. The party was now finishing up, and many guests had come to toast me.“Mr. Devon, I heard you had a fiancée. Where is she now?” one of them, a brawny man, asked.“She was busy and couldn’t come,” I replied.“I bet you missed her, right?” an old man said jokingly. I only smiled and chose not to comment.“What’s up, Devon?” It was my friend Andrew. “Why did you come just now, Andrew?” I growled. He ignored me and dug into the food.“I can’t allow all this food to go to waste; the party’s almost over, and no one is going to eat it. Remember, Devon, I’m doing you a favor,” he said while digging in.I ignored his rant and asked with a rude face, “I ask you again, Andrew, why the heck are you coming now?”He coughed and drank some wine to calm down. “I was caught up with something earlier; that’s why I’m coming now, satisfied?” He answered and continued eating.“If you dare skip my party next time, I would have skinn

KAREN "Ouch!" I cried out in pain. "Sorry, you had to brave up; it would only hurt then, and the pain would be over," Alice said. I smiled at her. "Thank you, Alice." She was applying warm water to the bruise on my head. I was really grateful to her. She had stood up for me when I needed her most, but I was afraid that Devon might get angry at her. She seemed to be aware of what I was thinking. "You worried too much, Karen. Even though the Greys were very powerful, my family wasn't a pushover either. My brother was no less powerful than Devon, only that he wasn't involved in illegal dealings like Devon." Alice tried to assure me. Her family was indeed powerful, unlike me, who only had my mother. But then, what did she mean by Devon getting involved in illegal dealings? "You said that Devon was involved in illegal dealings," I asked. "Yeah, I heard that from my brother," she replied. I nodded. "I will go and bathe now so I can go to work early," I said whi

KARENEmpire Hotel, one of the largest hotels in the country. I had just arrived and was taking in the view. I breathed lightly; I didn't know what to expect. I hoped we were just going to talk normally. After asking the staff, I made my way to the hotel. They led me to Room 102, and my phone rang; it was Devon. "Hello, if you've reached the room, just go in and wait for me. I'll be coming," he said before disconnecting the call. I looked at the door for a while before mustering up the courage to open it. The room was empty; the scent in it was that of a man, but not Devon's. Something kept telling me that something was wrong. I looked at the room decor; it was well decorated. I sat on the bed while waiting, but I had a deep, bad feeling. I opened my handbag and kept my pepper spray in a strategic position. The door opened, and a tall middle-aged man saw me. He was surprised and beamed. "Isn't this Devon's fiancée? I've been watching him closely, and I know a lot