Andrea’s POV “Mom, I hate to live alone. Why do we have to go? Why can’t we stay at G-Pa’s house like Zane and Angel do?” asked Zayden, scowling at me defiantly. They called their great-grandpa, G-Pa, just as Knox’s children did. I glanced at Adrian sulking in the back seat, furious to leave Cromwell Mansion behind. His leg was much better and he could walk using a crutch. It would be a matter of days before he could move around without aid. I couldn’t stay until then. I had to get away before Knox’s arrival. He was too dominating! “Their lives are settled in Cromwell Mansion, whereas ours is in our apartment. How long would you miss school? It’s quite a distance from Cromwell Mansion.” I drove towards my apartment while the twins sulked. I couldn’t tell them the real reason I had moved out. They were too young to understand. There was another reason, though. Zane, Zayden, and Adrian together were becoming quite a handful for granny Catherine and grandpa to handle at their age. The

Andrea’s POV I gasped with horror at finding myself in Zion’s arms, despite my efforts to keep him at bay. Why was he waiting in front of the door?“Leave me, Zion!” I thrashed furiously, desperate to place some distance between us. I was here to warn him, not to hug him!“What have I done? You’re the one who walked into my arms!” His eyes sparkled with mischief, infuriating me even more. Did he find this amusing?I wasn’t letting this opportunity go. Did he think I would blush and stammer at his flirty ways? The old Andrea who had a crush on him might have done that, but not me. I had learned my lesson the hard way. I would never fall for him again. “How would I know you’d be waiting for me right at the door with open arms? Desperate, aren’t you? No wonder your wife left you.” He released me as if my words hit him hard. His jaws clenched and I could see the annoyed look back on his face. Good enough! That’s how I wanted it between us. It would make me hate him even more. It would r

Andrea’s POV I had to leave Adrian with Kristina at home the next morning. Zayden was restless to attend school, and I dropped him at his pre-kindergarten on my way to work. With everything within walking distance from my home and office, it was quite convenient to keep track in between work. At the office, I was relieved to see we still had the project with us. Maybe Zion hadn’t got a whiff of it yet. I worked on the design all morning and by lunchtime I could complete the first draft and arrange for a client meeting. It pleased me immensely that I hadn’t given in to Zion’s pressure. Roberta came into the office with a pleased look on her face. “Andrea, there’s good news. We’ve bagged a renovation project for celebrity chef, Rick Salisbury’s restaurant, Rick’s Delights! This will make us famous!” My jaws dropped with surprise. Why would such a famous person want to work with me? “Oh, how did you get it?” “They called us, Andrea! Do you remember the last villa renovation project

Zion’s POV I drove over to the headquarters of the Concorde Group to attend the annual board meeting. It was something I couldn’t ignore, although I dreaded meeting Delia. She would definitely try to convince me to take over the reins of the business once again but as her puppet. Only she didn’t realize that I would never be her puppet. I would take over as CEO again only if she signed 20% more shares over to me. With a majority of the company shares in my name, I would have a clear advantage over her. For the last four days, my life has been a roller-coaster ride with no time for anything. After the massive disappointment on Saturday when Andrea skipped the get-together because of me, I realized my mistake. Her words echoed in my head all the time. I realized Andrea had rejected me! She had moved on from me! There was no place for me in her life! The realization hurt me a lot, and I spent the entire night seeking solace in my bottle of Jack Daniels. The next morning, I noticed t

Andrea’s POVSix Months Later “Roberta, ask Mr. Johnson to meet me right away. I want him to email me the month’s updated accounts.” Dean Johnson was my finance manager who has been working with Ratio for the last four months. Ever since Zion returned my projects and disappeared from my life, sales had picked up and I was neck-deep at work. Yet not a moment passed by when I didn’t think about Zion. What would he be doing? How did he forget his wish to have me move in with him? The Zion I knew never gave up if he wanted something truly. Then how did he give up on me? “Sure, Andrea!” She walked out and after three minutes, Mr. Johnson came in. I had no time to ponder over what could have been and concentrated on the figures instead. “Ma’am, last month’s figures have broken all records. It’s been the best so far.” I nodded, but I frowned at the half payments received from a few incomplete projects. The work pressure was so much, that I had to build a design team to help me. Currently,