Lenora's Pov:Morning came on as quick as a light switch and I woke up with no sign of him in the room. I called out his name not that I had anything in mind to tell him, but with expectations that he had come back to the room after last night… “Richard?” I called a couple of times more but got no reply. That was when I felt that he may have gone out and would be coming back later, or maybe he never came back to the room at all.I found my fingers going to the crook of my neck and began to feel around for a mark, I felt an almost imaginary pain around the area and couldn't help rubbing on it.I got up from bed and to the full-length mirror standing in the room, staring at my reflection in the mirror I still found my fingers unconsciously lingering on my neck. I pulled back my hair, twisting my head to check my neck for a hickey and sure enough a red spot sat on it. My fingers trailed from the hickey down to something cold that sat on my neck which I realized was the necklace he had

Lenora's Pov:For the past two days I had insisted on having my meals in my room. Yara had tried asking what had transpired between Richard and I, but in a sense, nothing really had transpired between us.A knock came on my door and Remo walked in when I asked him to. “You should stop being stubborn and go down for dinner.” He said, giving off his usual aura of indifference. “Did he send you here?” I asked, focusing on the spreadsheet I was working on. When I didn’t get a response from him, I hit the intercom button next to my bed and said, “Yara, my dinner please.” “You're only going to get him pissed.” Remo sighed, standing at the corner of my room.“Then let him be pissed, and what are you even doing here, you're not my personal maid.” “I was asked to use forceful methods if necessary.” He said, cracking his fingers and neck.“You're not going to do that.” I warned and he approached me with the intention of grabbing me like a small rabbit. “I could get you fired.” I threatened, j

Richard's Pov:I groaned as the morning sunlight stabbed through my eyelids, intensifying the throb in my temples. A stiff ache radiated through my neck as I tried to sit up on the bed I found myself on. The room spun, and a dull roar in my head drowned out the distant sounds of morning life coming into being. The room I found myself in was most definitely not the suite I had paid for. The walls, furniture and the feeling was familiar but the big question remains “How did I end up here?” I pinched my nose bridge as I tried to remember anything from the past night's events.There was only one explanation I could think of for the numb muscles, the intensified throb in my temples and my inability to recall last night’s event— I had gotten intoxicated. Blurred images began to form in my mind in a distorted order, it was hard to place them right. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to remember anything at all I might have done that could possibly be on the media. The distorted images and inc

Lenora's Pov:I rang the doorbell, feeling nervous yet excited. After a short while, the door was sprung open, revealing a woman in her 40s. Her sapphire blue eyes squinted at the sight of me in shock, and her mouth opened in awe. It was my mother, Diane Prescott.I felt a rush of emotions as I looked at her. Even in all these years, she hasn’t aged— she still looks young, pretty, and delicate. I must confess, I had taken most of her beautiful features, especially the shape of her eyeball including the color.“Lenora!” She exclaimed excitedly, pulling me into a tight hug.“My precious daughter.” She whimpered, deepening the hug.“Mom.” I hugged her tightly, inhaling the shampoo scent from her black, curled hair.The door that was almost closed behind her was suddenly pulled open, but this time it was my father, Matthew Prescott.“Lenora?” His voice came with a sense of surprise.“Dad.” I let go of mom and ran into dad’s arms instead."We were worried when we couldn't reach you, Lenora

Lenora's Pov:I pulled Richard into my room and slammed the door behind me. Richard looked at me with a mixed expression but surprise and confusion was more evident. I let go of his arm when I noticed how tightly I had held it, almost like I was never going to let go of it. Clearing my throat, I locked the door and moved to the other end of the room.“I'm confused to what we're doing behind closed doors?" “Don't get ahead of yourself. It's not what you think, I’m not going to kiss you or anything.”“Well, you almost did.” Richard added, reminding me of the last few minutes. “No I did not.” I snapped, shooting him a glare. ”So, what are we doing here?” He asked, and I stood upright, folded my arms across my chest and matched his indifferent expression. “You don’t want my parents to find out I’m in a contract marriage with you, right?” I asked, and he arched his brow in confusion.“No one is supposed to know we're in a contract marriage, it says so on the contract.” He stated, tryi