May’s POVThis was my new life, working and slaving like a dog so that I could pinch in every penny and save them for my family. I wiped the sweat that was in front of my face.Talking about my face, I had my face plastered on a page of some newspaper talking about my business lunch with my boss, and asking if I was getting married to him. People in the media were so petty about their opinions on other people’s lives, but I don’t care much about that.I was walking home late, I didn’t own a car so there was no way I had the luxury of driving, nor did I have the luxury of taking a cab. As soon as I got off the bus at the bus stop, I had to walk the rest of the way home, and trust me, I knew this neighborhood wasn't the best to walk around in late.Dragging my bag across my body so it was held closer to me, I saw a man and a woman walking ahead of me, so I felt a bit safe.I could have rented a place in a good neighborhood, but I would have had to spend the money Asher gave me on that,

Asher’s POV“Run faster, Asher. Run so much you can’t think about her.”I ran faster as I told myself to, not stopping even though my legs were starting to feel the pain. I continued to run until it couldn’t even feel it anymore, going numb.Her head thrown back in laughter, the way she put her hand on his shoulder, and let him touch her like he did, that hunted me, and to be honest, I still don’t understand why.This wasn’t fair though, whatever this was, overtake my mind like this and clogging my brain so much it’s all I can think about. The thought was overwhelming, eating my mind all up, and taking over every other thing in there.I heard a knock sounding on the door of the gym and I hissed when I heard Matias walked in. I could tell he was the one even without saying a word. “Sir, I have news for you.” He said.I continued running on the treadmill, waiting for him to say whatever it was he was about to say, but he didn’t. Instead, he repeated his words.“Sir, I have news for you.

May’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, I felt as if I had been run over by a truck with the way my body felt, and the ache in my leg felt really bad.I looked around slowly after opening my eyes to see that I was in the hospital. Oh, yeah! Those bastards that had attacked me from the alley had caused me to end up here.I tried to stretch my legs but I couldn’t so I just gave up, wincing as I did. I looked around the room again to see my mother perched on the couch, with Emily beside her, and when she looked at me to see I had opened my eyes, she nudged my mother gently.Quickly, they stood up from the couch and walked to me. “Are you all right?” Emily asked the same time my mother said. “Don’t try to move.”At that, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. My mother was acting as if I was crippled. It was just a wound from the shattered glass that was on the floor of the alley I had fallen on, and nothing serious.“Mom, please stop being dramatic,” I said, yawning and using the back of

May’s POVThat bastard was helping my stepfather again, and he wanted me to return every damn money he would be giving this time. Wasn’t I doomed?I really did have to work hard, because there was no way I could come up with that ridiculous amount of money Will had told me just on my basic salary.I was home now, with Emily still hovering around me like some big nanny. She was somewhere around the house, cleaning or putting something in order.But that wasn’t what was on my mind as I sat here on the couch. It was the he-gave-us-ten-million-dollars that gripped me in the gut and twisted hard the second I heard my stepfather talk about it. It was as if I shouldn’t have asked him at all, but I needed to know what the hell Asher was talking about.I remembered him offering to help my family if I attended his mother’s birthday which was coming up two weekends from now, but I couldn’t let him trap me like this again. If I took that option, I wouldn’t have to pay him back, but then again, he

Asher’s POV “What the fuck is wrong with this woman?” I asked myself mentally, clenching my teeth with my hands beside me folded in fists. The woman that was standing in front of me seemed oblivious to my discomfort, her flirtatious facade grating on my nerves. I was just reigning in my anger but she was making things worse. Didn’t I just tell her I was married, or did she purposefully not hear me mention that? I asked myself as I looked at her. She had on a pathetic act of flirtation going on and I couldn’t help but wonder what she thought she was doing. Her action was like a nail against my skin to the already frayed nerves. I fought the urge to snap at her, to express my complete lack of interest in whatever she thought she had to offer. “You don’t really have to play a hard to get man, I know I’m pretty and everyone wants me.” She said, and I wanted to scream at her that I didn’t want her. I wasn’t even in the least interested in whatever she wanted from me. I hated the fact