Our car stopped at the entrance of Sol’s conference, and I could see that the event had already begun. Kathy sat quietly by my side, and for the third time today, she was wearing something different. I stepped out as the driver opened the door and walked around to help Kathy get out of the car. In the eyes of the public, we were still husband and wife and happily married following my divorce from my previous marriage. It was not going to be easy keeping up the façade, especially as my head and heart were somewhere else, but it was only for a few hours, and I’ll be done with her. She hooked her hand with mine and smiled for the camera. It was so easy for her to fall into these roles that it scared me. It made it hard to know when she was being her real self and not putting up an act to get what she wanted. The conference hall was filled with top businessmen and women, most of whom he recognized. Lukem had really outdone themselves this time; no one would leave here today, as I still

I was thankful for Cameron and his foresight. Pulling me out of that crowd before they swallowed me whole had saved me. I felt like I was drowning, thrown back in time to when my parents had just died. The way the reporters had swarm methrusting their microphones and cameras in my face, hounding me with questions upon questions, I had no time to think. I felt like it was going to explode, and then my flash would splutter into their mouths and maybe shut them up for a minute. That was how I felt again today. Helpless, drowning till Cameron came and pulled me out. “Are you okay?” He asked, gazing down at me with a worried expression. I smiled, more to assure myself than to dismiss the worry that was settling over him. “I’m fine, Cameron.” I replied. “You don’t have to worry. But thank you for…”I gestured with my head towards the reporters, who had moved on to their next victim. “You know?” He pulled my arm and hooked it with his. “It's why I’m here, always.” He began to lead us back

Andre’s POVI could hardly believe my eyes, but my heart and head told me I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. Lana was really the CEO of Lukem, and she was the person my mother sent me to. Of course, I had seen her before, but I assumed she was here with Cameron—I have no idea what business he has here, but well—and the speech that she gave should have brought my mind up to speed, but I guess believing that Lana was a CEO was that hard for us. But seeing her there, hooked to his arm and still oozing that confidence, which I thought made her kind of sexy, probably kicked my head to the present. How did she achieve all of this in less than two years? Kathy did mention that Cameron was Grant Myer’s son, and everyone knew Grant was a filthy billionaire. Of course, he could afford a company if he wanted one, and something like Lukem was flimsy to him. Could Cameron have done this? Perhaps not. I, too, have to admit that there is a limit to everything. But not if he was in love wi

Cameron was leaving, but I didn’t want to let go of him just yet. I tucked my arms around him and rested my head on his chest for just a few more minutes. His lips found my forehead, and he placed a light kiss there. It felt warm; it felt like home, and now my home was leaving. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” I murmured softly. But he has to, didn’t he? First, he has spent too much time away, and any more time he spends away would be seen as dereliction of duties and neglecting his position.Cameron slipped his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “I know, Lana. Believe me, I wish I could stay too. But you know how it is with the company. They need me back in Black Bricks.“I understand, Cameron. Even a CEO has rules to follow. That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want you to go.” I sighed. It was just a few weeks, and I had started to get used to him being here. “The twins will miss you.” I added.His fingers caressed my face gently. “I know. Tell them that

The smell of disinfectant hit me as we made our way through the hospital lobby. I scrunched my nose and stole a glance at Kathy. Damn, I hated this place. How long has it been since I was last here? If I recall clearly, the last time I was here was over a year ago when I brought Lana to the hospital. We made our way to the receptionist desk, which held a petite, brunette nurse. She glanced up as we approached, but her fingers continued tapping away at the keyboard. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me, miss,” I began. “I’m here to inquire about a patient who was treated here about a year and a half ago.”The nurse, whose name I saw from the tag on her chest to be Angela Lackerman, nodded and offered us a polite smile. Her eyes strayed to Kathy and then back to me. “Of course,” she answered. “I’d be happy to assist you.” She looked at her computer screen. "Do you have the patient’s name and any other relevant information?”“Uhh, yes.” I responded. “Her name is Lana West. But she might hav