Author's point of view... Early in the morning, when Juliette got ready to go to school, she wanted to talk to Richard about the money she needed to pay and reluctantly moved to his room while Cathrine was cooking. She just wanted to borrow the money for a few days and thought about returning it to him when Anna and her Mom returned but before she could knock at the door, she heard Richard talking to his Mom in the kitchen about something. She heard them talking about the expenses of that month and the property deeds they paid for. Though it wasn't her concern, Juliett felt guilty because the property deeds they were talking about belonged to her family and she was so grateful to them that they paid for it. Based on what she knew about them, Solmon's were not that rich unless why would Richard work as an art teacher at their school. He was even taking extra classes for foreign languages to help ends meet. She heard Catherine scolding Richard for being careless and wishful about sp

Juliette's point of view... Even when Mr. Thompson was taking classes, my mind was swirling in a whirlwind of thoughts. Clutching the notes bundle in my hand, I recalled what that shop owner said. Richard was so much worried and was reluctant to remove that ring from his hand. I couldn't understand where to keep him, in the good side or the bad side. What is he in reality? The man who wanted to help me or a pervert who brought a woman to home? Where should I count him!! As I thought about it, if he did want to help me, why didn't he gave me the money directly? He didn't pay it directly but instead he asked Mr. Thompson to do it, just why? I am not the idiot that he thinks I am. He might be having ulterior motives behind his deeds. Fine, I won't accept his help, anyway. During the lunch hour, I strode towards his office to return the money I owed him but as I opened the door of his room, I was dumbfounded. He was crouching before a woman with his hands on her thighs and that w

Juliette's point of view... The way he was staring at me, with his eyes narrowed and his forehead all creased, I thought he would shout at me or even worse. A fear crept into my heart when I slowly hung my head.Did I do something wrong? He stepped forward and I stepped back immediately. The temperature in the room seemed to be dropping every second. I was shivering inside out. "What do you take me for? Where did you get this money?" he asked in his husky voice but in a chilled tone. I gulped down to wet my throat before answering him. "I...I...sold my chain..." I stuttered and closed my eyes. He was very angry. I couldn't help but feel the anxiety building up inside me. But soon I felt his hand over mine, the one that I had extended towards him and opened my eyes. He kept a few more notes on top of that envelope. "Return the money to your friend and get back your chain, today" he said domineeringly and I looked up at him completely blank. "But..." I wanted to tell him that I d

Author's point of view... Both of them stood before the bed staring at it as a battlefield that was waiting for them. The bed in Richard's room was hardly sufficient for one person to sleep comfortably. Juliette swallowed hard at the thought of lying beside him. She awkwardly stole glances at him thinking that it was exactly like stepping on a triggered explosion. The burning sensation of her cheeks grew worse but Richard's condition stopped her from making any discussion. She strode towards the bed and grabbed a blanket to roll it and place it on the bed as a wall between them. They both lay down quietly. Her fragile body hardly covered one-fourth of the bed but no matter how long they tried, they couldn't sleep a wink. After twisting and tossing on the bed for a few minutes, Ricard finally started a conversation. "Juliette, is this necessary?" he removed the blanket slowly from the middle and Juliette jerked sitting up on the bed. "Yes...it is" She tried to snatch it back but

Juliette's point of view... Though Logan managed to hit the break right on time, the car collided with the truck and stopped. I bumped into the deck that raised a strong pain in my head and gradually, lost consciousness for quite a while. When I finally got my senses back, I saw we were still in the car. Nobody cared if we were alive. I quickly check on Logan. He looked fine as the car was not damaged that bad but when I tried to wake him up, I was dumpfonded. His forehead was bleeding so much. I searched for my phone and called Harway right away. I struggled a lot to stop his wound from bleeding, while waiting for the ambulance. Soln Harway showed up with an ambiance following him. On the way to the hospital, I was still in a maze. My hands were still trembling. Seeing my condition, Harway reassured me that Logan will be fine. With the help of the staff, he took Logan on a stretcher and carried him to the Emergency Wing. I sat outside in the waiting area and started praying to