Chapter 21 Penelope's POV. I hated seeing her face with passion. I needed to do something now. I need to get rid of her. The only thing I can do right now is get her killed. "Can you trace her for me? Find out everything you know about her! Follow her footsteps and let me know what she is up to." I instructed one of my men, who was very trustworthy. "Okay ma'am, be expecting results soon." He assured me while I ended the call. I was on the driving seat while my hands hit the steering nervously waiting for an answer. I started at the picture that was on my phone, it was the semi colon tattoo. I would have loved to show Tristan, Employees are not allowed to work with a tattoo on them. I'm sure a lot of employees might get to come together and plan to make her get out of the company if they can realize she has a tattoo. I felt of sabotaging it, if people can see that she has the colon tattoo they might get to pity her. I sent the picture to someone so as to help her edit the tattoo

Chapter 23 Tristan's POV. Ever since what happened the other day, I couldn't even focus well on what I was doing. The fact that she had to be almost naked just to show the tattoo she had I couldn't even get her wonderful figure out of my head, her hourglass-pear shape wouldn't leave my mind. The innocent face she showed me the other day made me want to find out who did it to her! I just need to get that half-naked image out of my head. I've fucked a lot of girls, the last lady I fucked, and I couldn't get her body out of my head, was the one I fucked seven years ago. What made her get that tattoo? How the fuck did she get that tattoo? I haven't felt guilty this way before. I heard a knock on the door, and it was Penelope who walked in. "What has been happening to you these days? It looked like you hadn't been yourself, and I was so concerned." She said this to me, walking to where my desk was. "I am okay. Work has been so stressful, especially preparing for the event that will

Chapter 25 Anastasia's POV It was the weekend already, and I decided I was going to his house to give back his suit to him. "I will be back soon! I quickly want to attend to some things." Anastasia rubbed her child's head and walked out of the room. Ashley was together with Susan. "You can spend as much time as you want outside; I will be at home throughout today." Susan laughed at Anastasia. I then nodded and walked out of the house. I took a cab to Tristan's house. Furthermore, It had only been there three weeks before I got fired by him. It was so painful for me. I rang the doorbell, but there was no response. "Where could he have gone to?" I asked myself, and I then opened the door to his house since I knew the passcode. I remembered what he told me the other day; it turned out he didn't even bother to change it after he fired me. Furthermore, I just wanted to drop the clothes that were placed inside a carton on the bed, but not until I got distracted by his picture that

Chapter 27 Anastasia's POV. I reached my house in no time, as my back landed on the couch. "What happened? You looked so stressed out." Ashley asked, touching my cheek. "Your mom is okay, dear." I answered her as I pulled her in for a very tight hug, and she wouldn't stop smiling. I love her so much. "Have you eaten already? "I hope you are okay." I asked her, and as I touched her hair, her hands immediately got off my cheeks. "Yes! Aunt Susan cooked for me." She wouldn't stop smiling. Her smile gave me this kind of joy that I cannot explain. Everything about her was unique. I didn't even know how I was going to explain it. Most of her features were from her father, I am very sure about that. "Hope you don't show people how strong you are? You know you are not supposed to do that." It has been a long time since I asked her to confirm the instructions I gave her. I didn't want her to get bullied by any kind of student due to her strong power. She is so unique, so I needed her

Chapter 29 Anastasia POV. I just came from the outing with Ezra. He decided to drop me off at home. I was still stunned by the question he asked today. *Flashback.* "If I may ask, who is the father of your child?" He blurred out his question without hesitation. I was just there, wondering why he would ask me that kind of question. "I don't know what you are talking about. Why would you ask, though?" I tried changing my topic entirely. "Your child is a werewolf?" He said to me, while my eyes slowly went to Ashley, who was still licking the bowl of ice cream that was at her front. "That is not possible. I... I..." I stuttered, remembering the kind of power that my daughter has. Is that what made her different? "I don't know the father of my child. Can we not discuss this here? I feel like they are too personal." I requested, and he respected my decision and my choice. That is another thing I like about him. The fact that he didn't bother to question me afterward. "So, are you g