Lahat ng Kabanata ng IN LOVE FOR US: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lenore Point of ViewAs I stepped into my car and we drove off from the mall, my thoughts kept reverberating on the lady that had approached me in the mall. Her words kept playing in my mind. "Where have you been? Did you run away?" The way she said it startled at me, especially her tube and her insistence made me quite unsettled. She had spoken like she knew me very personally, like we shared the past together; however, I didn't know her, and I didn't think I had met her before, not her face, not her voice or anything at all about her. Probably it was just a case of mistaken identity; she had mistook me for someone else; she had thought I resembled someone she knew, especially the way she had looked at me; it was so deeper. Her gaze spoke about something different, almost accusatory, like I had done something terribly to her. I sincerely had no idea who she was, and her presence kept lingering in my mind like a shadow I couldn't shake off. I shook my head and tried to push her thou

YVONNE POINT OF VIEW I didn't have a choice but to follow the cars that drove Lenore off. There was no way I would believe that she wasn't Lenore, and I was really determined to find out the truth about her; however, she was headed. I was ready to follow, no matter how far it took me.As I drove behind the car. I grew uneasy. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as the cars turned towards Reed Villa Street. My heart raced up as they drove towards Lenore's former house. The very place that she loved before, it was only the name was no longer Reed Villa; it was now boldly written on the building as Oliver Crescent. I couldn't believe my eyes because it was exactly the same house that Mr. Donovan has sold to some strangers; however, the most shocking part was that it was the same sold house that Lenore was driving at. Didn't Mr. Donovan sell it again?I started quite far away from the street. As I waited for a while for them to settle so it wouldn't be like I was trailing them. The

DONOVAN POINT OF VIEWWhen I was informed by Yvonne that she had seen Lenore, my mind went crazy, and I immediately knew what to do. I couldn't allow someone like her to interfere with my plans anymore. She wasn't even at all in any way a threat to me. The truth was that she was nobody's child, and I had known her since George adopted her, and it was well known to me that George wasn't her biological father. I had known that George, the woman who died, she wasn't even able to conceive before her death, and because of that, I had no iota of emotional investments whatsoever in Lenore. However, Yvonne's words sent a chill down my spine; she has said the lady she found wasn't Lenore and that the lady had insisted that her name was Ella and was living with her parents in the same house that happened to belong to George. The same house that I sold to a very wealthy zillionaire. "Ella?" I repeated quite confused. "Are you sure it wasn't Lenore?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity and

TRENT'S POINT OF VIEWI slammed my hand hard in the steering wheel, frustration bubbling hard inside of me with each second passing. I was chasing after the cars—the fleeting expensive cars that Lenore entered one of it from the mall. I had to get to see Lenore; it's more than a mission to find her. I needed to see her. Make things up with her, I had messed up, I had hurt her, and I couldn't let her go anymore. Lenore wasn't just someone I had hurt in the past. She was the little young child that I hit with my car years ago. I thought she was dead, and for years, I had carried out the guilt, blaming myself for what had happened, and now that I knew she was still the same Lenore I knew, I couldn't ignore the way I felt anymore; I had to get her and make it right with her by all means possible. It wasn't just about me trying to make it right with her for my past mistakes only. But I knew she was capable more than I could ever imagine; back when she was my secretary in Knight Industrie

YVONNE POINT OF VIEW After the intense, deep, and draining sex with Mr. Donovan, I felt quite trapped in a villa like a caged bird with clipped wings. Everything in my body wanted to leave; I wanted to have breathing space to clear my head. The air with Mr. Donovan was quite suffocating; it was heavy and the weight of his presence and all the evil things he did kept on pressing against me. I really wanted to meet Pete tonight. I wanted to use him to clear off my head; at least with Pete by my side, I could forget all my sorry and pains for the night. I didn't want it to linger till tomorrow. "You are staying right here with me tonight, Yvonne," he said firmly as he dark eyes were fixed on mine; they were stable and unmoving."You are quite not in your right state of mind to leave." I look back deeply at him, I wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that I have more important things to attend to, however, his tone didn't allow any room for any opposition, he wasn't asking me. He was co