31****Maurice's POV****Ever since the robbery incident, I had secretly contacted the team for Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT). Fortunately, I had a close friend who worked in SWAT, our friendship started since we were ten. He lost his mom way back, when he was eight and was wrongly treated by his father's new wife. Then in school, he always arrived very late, his homework unattended and his eyes very droopy. His stomach rumbled with hunger whenever he sat beside me, and at the close of school one fateful day, I found him picking leftover candy from the sport field at St. Phillips. Our friendship begun that day, and I shared my lunch with him. While we ate, he narrated his life experience to me. ‘His father was being kind to let him continue at St. Phillips' he had said. His step mother had vehemently kicked against that. Days later, Sebastian began to drop by at my place before we headed for school. He constantly met with my parents before we left, and although we didn't have

33****Natalie's POV****Kevin had sent his aides a day before, to pick me after I was back from a spa session at Zen Spa and Beauty Center.My phone chimed the moment I had refreshed and relaxed on my settee, munching a plate of cookies. Flipping the text message open, it read; “Hi sunshine! My men will be at your place shortly. Make sure to look your absolute best when you come over. Don't say no to your future husband!"‘The nerves!' Did Kevin think I supported his idea for marriage? Fine... I understood that my dad intentionally wanted to build his relationship with Mr. Fidell, and maybe have his way in dating Louisa, but I wasn't giving in to marrying Kevin. Do I love Kevin? Yes... I do, but then there's Maurice!. My father had willed the ownership of his gold mine land to me on my last birthday, which I was thankful to have secured during my rape incident. Notwithstanding the fact that the Fidells were wealthier than us, the gold mine land was enough for me to establish myself,

35****Kevin's POV****“Son!" I heard faintly in my sleep. The voice came louder, “Son!" ‘Urrgggghhh!' my head banged. My mother was at it again. Returning the pillow I had used to block my ears in the right position, I checked the time from the alarm clock on the cabinet closest to my bed. It was exactly 4:15pm. I wondered where I went wrong by making my mom stay in my apartment. She opted to stay in a hotel instead but I refused, trying to play the good forgiving son, right?! I guess I brought this upon myself. I walked towards the dining in the sitting room, still on my shirt and shorts. My mom was sitting right in my best chair at the dinning, munching cookies in a plate and gulping it down with a pack of orange fruit juice. ‘Was I seeing clearly?'“Mom?" I called. “Yes, baby boy!" She responded, smiling at me. “You are holding a pack of fruit juice, I just want to be sure I'm not dreaming" I continued. My mom seemed dazed at what I said, she adjusted the edge of the blac

37***Natalie's POV***Two days after, the sound of chirping birds woke me up. It was Monday and I was to get ready for work. Checking the alarm clock that stood close to my bed, I roved my eyes to see the time. Thank God it was 5:30 am! I needed more sleep and I definitely wasn't ready to step my foot in Venus Group today. I was simply avoiding Maurice. I tossed on my bed, clinging tightly to my giant pink teddy bear and even when I tried to catch some sleep, sleep never came. My thoughts wandered on Maurice, to Kevin and then to Jane. ‘Was I a bad person to have soiled her plans on having Maurice as her man?'I still couldn't bring myself to answer that. The alarm clock came blaring soon, and it was only then I discovered I had been tossing for an hour. “Urrrrgggh!" I groaned, covering my ears with my pillow and trying to put off the damn clock with my left hand. The alarm clock seemed far and I kept stretching my arm till I landed on the floor. “Oucch! Shit!"That same moment,

39****Natalie's POV****Avoiding Maurice since the event at the beach was successful until today. It was the eve of my wedding and despite badly wanting to avoid the office, I needed to clear an important document on my desk. The building the Fidell's had offered us were sparsely furnished with smart technology like theirs, bigger and better than the former company. As I worked on my document briskly, I heard the low level staffs discussing in low tunes. “This office is way bigger than the one we earlier worked from! Should we be happy the fire had razed the former office instead?" A staff jocularly asked and the others roared out laughing. I knew it came from Judas, the stout long haired messenger. He had worked in Venus Group for straight five years. Why would he say that to his colleagues? No wonder he was named Judas!. The masses had expressed their surprise on how we were able to bounce back in a couple of days. What was there to hide? My dad attended a few interviews and th