Catherine's POV “You look pretty today, Dr Williams,” A veteran cardiologist, Dr Abel, complimented me, as I walked into the lunchroom to make myself a sandwich. Shit, I thought inwardly, trying to think of what atrocity I had committed that day that the universe was punishing me for. You see, Dr Abel was a well-known womanizer in tender care. Hell, I had barely spent a week working before he came to my office with a gift hamper stating that he wanted to hang out with me. I had politely declined his offer and walked him out, with the excuse that I wanted to go and pick up my sons. You'd think the old geezer would have read in between the lines to decipher that I didn't want anything to do with him. But he didn't, he had even offered to take me there. Can you imagine? If that wasn't shamelessness at its height, I had no idea what else it was. “Thanks,” I said, then averted my gaze from him to grab the packet of slice bread from the refrigerator. When I looked back, I sa

Alessandro’s POV "Look who it is!" Grandma cheered heartily as I entered her bedroom. "My one and only grandson, Alessandro."She was sitting on her rocking chair with a cheshire grin creasing her lips."How are you doing today, ma?" I asked, crossing the room to press a kiss to her forehead.Smiling, she nodded and motioned to a half-knitted mass of red yarn on her lap. "I'm good. How are you?”“Good too, what are you doing?” I motioned to the yarn on her lap.“I’m knitting a cardigan for the children at the homeless shelter," Grandma divulged, picking up the knitting pins and continuing her work. "Next week is the thirty-first anniversary of your grandfather's death and I intend to finish the whole thing before then.""Oh," I muttered, sitting on the couch beside her. "Is there going to be a ceremony?"She shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm still contemplating the whole thing but we'll see. So what's going on with you?""Me?" I raised a brow. "Nothing much. Just work and some stuff.

Laura’s POV “Here, it is, Miss,” Karen uttered, placing a plate of mashed potatoes, gravy and steak on the table.“Okay, you may leave,” I discharged her, and she nodded before exiting the dining room.Then, I cut up a small piece of the braised beef and ate it.I spat out the steak as soon as it made contact with my tongue.The steak was as salty as the water at an ocean floor and overtly oily, as if she had left it overnight to sit in a jar of oil.Karen had successfully prepared the worst steak ever and had even served it to me, like the blockhead she was.Hurrying over, she asked. “Do you have any problems with the food, Miss?”For some reason, her question awoke the budding anger within me to its peak, and without thinking, I gave her a dirty slap.“Do I have any problem with the food?” I mimicked her annoying chirpy voice, rudely tapping her forehead.“I-I'm sorry, ma,” Karen apologized, holding back her tears as she stared at the floor.“Always look at me when I'm scolding you

Laura’s POV “I can't believe this,” I spat out, as I re-read the lawsuit in my hold.“You need to calm down, babe,” Daphne placed a hand on my shoulder. “Maybe apologize to him and keep your distance just like he wants. It's clear the ma-”“Whose side are you on exactly?” I snapped at her, and she sighed before sitting on the couch again.For the past three days, I had been at Daphne's place, in order to avoid the press and the evil public.Pacing the room, I raked my hands through my unkempt tresses as the gears in my head turned, in search of a solution.To get Alessandro's attention, I bought a diamond ring some days ago, wore it, and posted a picture on my social media platforms claiming I was now engaged.I had tagged Alessandro's profile and had also paid different blogs to write about it, in order to disperse the news throughout the whole of America.Now that I thought of it, I shouldn't have done something so silly to steer Alessandro's focus to me.I had only worsened the sit

Catherine’s POV Rivulets of tears cascaded down my cheeks as I stared at Liam's side of the twins' shared room.Trembling with sobs, I reached forward to caress the messy scribbles on his wall and squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to envision Liam in the kidnapper's den.Although Mr Thomas had advised me against dwelling too much on it, I just couldn't help myself.My poor baby. I couldn't help but wonder how he was coping in a strange and scary place.Liam, who Leo often teased by calling him a scaredy cat.Liam, who couldn't sleep on his own, without coming to my room.Liam, who couldn't do without his teddy bear.The kidnappers were yet to contact us which scared me to no end.Hell, for the past three days, I had only been chewing ice cubes as food because I couldn't bring myself to swallow anything but that.I was quite proud of myself though for not breaking down in Leo's presence once.My heart shattered into irredeemable shards whenever he asked me when Liam was returning home