Elise's POV. "Annabel, I understand that you're furious at him for what he did to you but aren't you going too far?" Jones asked, his eyes widened at me. "Is she?" Roman asked with a smirk on his lips. "Anna, was he the one whom you said ruined your life while being lauded by others? Was it Damien Sinclair?" I sighed and slowly nodded in response. "Fuck! So that imbecile was the guy who—" Roman gasped and shook his head like he was in disbelief. "I saw the news of his involvement in illegal activities, you were the one who exposed him, right?" He had a smile on his lips, waiting for a confirmation from me. "Yes, I hired a spy to…" I tried it off and took my thumbnail to my teeth, chewing it. "The spy exposed all his deeds and I just showed it to the entire world." "Goodness! That was awesome!" Roman laughed and moved closer to me. He tugged my cheeks playfully and muttered; "You're such a genius, you should have done more and ruined his mother fucking life!" "Don't support her

Elise's POV. "Girlfriend?" I gasped, my eyes widening to the size of golf balls. I was shocked that he would demand something like that but then, I recalled how he teased me the other day. My eyes came back to their normal size and I smiled; "I know this is a joke, so stop it," As I tried looking away, he gave my chin a harder grip and made me face him again. "Annabel, I'm not joking," Roman said with a serious expression on his face. "How can you think that I will joke about something so sensitive and crucial?" I yanked his hand off my chin and said. "How can you ask that of me? We are friends and nothing more," "Why can't there be something more between us? Why do I have to be kept in the friendship zone? Am I not handsome enough," He questioned me with a desperation that I had never seen in his eyes before. "Not getting into a relationship with you has nothing to do with your looks or attitude., " I said, truthfully. "I'm not interested in any relationship. I have been sing

Elise's POV. 'What do you mean by you're her boyfriend?' Roman yelled. 'Give the fucking phone to her,' 'I never listen to people's commands so I'm sorry but I won't do that.' Damien said and hung up. 'Damien, give me my phone!' I yelled and smacked his back. He finally faced me but instead of giving me my phone, he raised his hand, preventing me from taking it. "Who is Roman?" Damien asked again. I let out a sigh and replied. "He's just a friend," "A friend? Well, I don't think that is the case because, from his tone, I think that he likes you," Damien said. "I don't care if he likes me."I said sincerely and raised my hand to grab my phone."Damien, stop playing games with me!""I will give you your phone but I want to ask one more question," He said, calmly. I lowered my hand and inquired. "What do you want to ask?" "Do you like him?" Damien asked, staring down at me with a burning gaze. "Do you want him to be more than a friend?" I rolled my eyes before giving a reply. "I

Elise's POV. "Crush?" He raised his brows at me. I had never told him that I had always been interested in him since my younger days. But I believed that there was no reason to talk about the past anymore because that would only bring back horrible memories. Memories that I didn't want to remember. "You just called me, your crush. Don't tell me that—" He laughed unable to complete his sentence. "Let's not talk about that," I gently pushed him off me and he lay by my side. I grabbed the duvet and used it to cover my nakedness. "The rain is still drizzling," I muttered and turned to look at him. "I used to play and dance a lot in the rain when I was a kid. It used to be fun but then…" He trailed off like he recalled something that he didn't want to talk about. "Then what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Damien sighed, shaking head. "Nothing, I just stopped and probably lost interest in it," "Well, it didn't seem like that when you pulled me into the rain, running like a seven-y

Elise's POV. It had been more than four days since my daughter got kidnapped. The police were able to find some leads from the CCTV cameras but they all led to dead ends. The kidnappers never called, as Jones had expected. The guards have had no luck either I had been unable to sleep for the past few days, I had all my modeling shoots and runways canceled. I haven't stepped out of my room either or eaten much. All I could think of was my daughter. I had been staring at my phone for hours, waiting for a call saying that they'd found her. I just wanted to hear her voice and see her. I wanted to feel her chubby cheeks and kiss them as much as I wanted. I yearned to hug her small body in my arms and tuck her into bed like I used to.I recalled how much she loved the stories I told her, but now, I couldn't read any to her for days. I wondered how she slept in that place because she could never sleep without listening to her bedtime stories. I pondered on the thought of her being sta