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LILIANA'S POVMy heart dropped to my stomach as his sharp, killer eyes landed on me.What was making him so angry?I shifted closer to mum, moving behind her to get away from his piercing stare. But despite how scared I was, I couldn't resist sneaking several glances at him.He was so handsome and capable. If only a man like that could be mine.“I believe I asked a question,” He snarled, jolting me out of my thoughts. He put his hands behind his back and moved closer to mum. “Who hit Leslie?”Was that affection I heard?I glanced at Leslie in suspicion but even she looked shocked at what was going on.“M…. Mr Baxter,” Mum stuttered. “I think there is a bit of misunderstanding here. It is a personal family issue and I don't think it's appropriate for you to interfere like this.”I glanced at her in awe. She was really brave talking to Saint Baxter like that.“Do you hit your biological daughter like that?” He moved closer to mum and her bravado instantly faded. “If you can't hit your

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LESLIE'S POVI pushed myself further into my side of the car, my whole body drowned in shame. It had been the most uncomfortable two hours of my life. I hated that Saint had to witness that so I was not sure how to face him. I was sure he already knew about my living conditions in the Webster family. However, knowing was one thing, seeing it happen in real time was another thing.I raised my phone to check how severe the bruise was on the side of my face but I paused when I sensed Saint's angry eyes on me.Why was he angry with me?I palmed my cheeks to cover it, even though it hurt to touch it. My mind drifted to Mother and Liliana. I wondered how they were taking the fact that Saint had defended me. I was still finding it hard to believe myself.All day, his words and his actions never ceased to comfort me. I wondered if that was how he was or if he was extra careful with me. The former was more believable so I went with it.I sat up when I noticed the driver entering something that

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SAINT'S POVI tapped my hand on the steering wheel as I glanced at my wrist watch for the umpteenth time. I glanced at the exit just to make sure I hadn't missed her.Selene was returning to the country today. She told me she didn't want anybody to pick her up but of course, I didn't listen to her. I haven't seen her in almost three years because I've been too busy to travel and she hasn't stepped foot in Belleview in ten years either so you can understand how excited I am.I rested my head on the chair’s headrest as my thoughts drifted to Leslie. It was because I was idle. That was the only reason why I was thinking about her.I chuckled as I remembered the dumbstruck look on her face when I informed her about our sleeping arrangement.“We…you…you mean you and I on the same bed?” She gesticulated, pointing to herself, then me, then the bed.“Yes, that was what I said.” I nodded. I meant it. I really wanted to sleep on the same bed with her. Only by getting close to her would I get a

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SAINT'S POVI clenched my hands by my side as I looked away from the people I am unfortunately related to. My mood soured as I noticed the decoration around the house and the ‘welcome home’ banner.It would have been wholesome if it was a different family. It would have been wholesome if it wasn't for the circumstances surrounding Selene’s departure. Selene turned her accusing eyes to me and I knew I had failed her.“I'm sorry,” I mouthed but she just looked away.Mum was the one that stepped forward first, coming to hug Selene. “My sweet girl, it's so good to see you again.”Selene let her hug her for a while before pushing her away and walking towards the rest of the family. “While I don't really like how you all barged in here, I appreciate the fact that you want to welcome me. However, I am jetlagged and would like to rest now.”“What does that mean?” My aunt, Tiara Baxter moved away from her husband, Uncle Sage, a frown on her face. “Are you telling us to get out of your house?”

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LESLIE'S POVI opened up my closet as I got out of the bathroom, my eyes on the clock. I would be late if I didn't hurry. I paused as I noticed an unfamiliar dress hanging at the end of all my worn out clothes. It was a blue fitted formal dress with buttons arranged on its front and puffed out sleeves. It was really beautiful and it looked expensive. I turned the dress around, wondering why it was in my closet. I noticed a stick on note with writing on the back of it so I pulled it off.I unconsciously smiled as I read what was on it. It wasn't any loving statement but for some reason, I couldn't stop smiling. Wear it- Your husband.Saint Baxter was a very confusing man. He was painted as ruthless and unforgiving. Yet, he had been nothing but nice to me.Which one was the real him?I didn't want to throw away the note so I pasted it on the back of the closet door. I had a feeling it was going to be the first of many.~∆~My skin prickled with awareness as I stepped into Webster Grou

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LESLIE'S POV I blinked my eyes open to meet whitewashed ceilings, my head hurting terribly. My face felt wet, alongside my body. Somebody must have splashed water on me. I looked around to realize that I was in the toilet. It was a familiar toilet I had run into several times when things were difficult for me at work, which meant…I was still in Webster Group.I leaped off the floor where I was sitting, my ankle screaming at the movement. My elbow hurt and I noticed a scratch when I checked it. What the hell happened? Why was I hereJust as I moved to the door, it opened and my coworker, Rose, well, former coworker, walked in with a box.“You are awake,” she sighed in relief. “Thank God.”“Wh…what happened?”“You don't remember? You tore off the director's top and passed out.”I closed my eyes in mortification. Right, I really did that.“What happened after I passed out?”“The director almost screamed down the whole building,” she chuckled. “It was messy. Be grateful you fainted or sh

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LESLIE'S POV“Chief…chief operating officer?” I stuttered. “Yes, that's what I said,” he nodded and moved back. I let out the breath I was holding and could finally think freely once again.I hated what close proximity to him does to me.“But why? That's such a huge responsibility.” I placed my hand on my waist and gestured with the other. I tended to do that when I was agitated.“I know but I also know that you can handle it.” He shrugged, dipping his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. My eyes unconsciously ran down his body hug T-shirt that clung to his muscles for dear life and his sweatpants.God, he was hot.I gulped and looked away, willing my thoughts to move to less dangerous territories like why he was entrusting me with something as big as this.“Still, I think this is you blindly trusting me because I managed to solve a little problem.” I argued, following him behind like a puppy when he moved to the kitchen to get a glass of water.“Leslie.” He turned to face me. “

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LESLIE'S POVI stuttered as Saint's eyes remained trained on me. He was not backing down unless I answered him.What should I say? Saying no felt awkward since my husband was right in front of me and even asked me the question. Saying yes doesn't sound right either. We were in a contractual marriage and we haven't revealed our marriage to anyone either.Did he want to reveal it here?“Uhm…does my marital status have anything to do with me getting the job?” I asked hesitantly.“Not necessarily,” he shrugged and adjusted on his seat. “Mr Kevin here just seems very interested in you, seeing as he can't stop smiling whenever he looks at you.” He swung his eyes to the said man and Kevin paled and looked away.That was his reason for asking?I turned to the smiling man, he was no longer smiling though, who now had a name, Mr Kevin and gulped. Perhaps Saint was wrong and the poor man just liked smiling.“Sir, it's not like that–” Mr Kevin started.“Tell us, Miss Leslie, what is your marital

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SAINT’S POVI glanced at Leslie and shook my head. Her head stayed down as she peered down into her work iPad. It came with the job. I smiled as she scrunched up her nose. I noticed that she did that whenever she was confused about something.“You know lunch breaks exist so you can take a break from work, right?" I asked when I couldn't hold it in anymore.“There is so much for me to learn. I can't afford to slack for even a single minute." She didn't even look up at me. "Baxter Group is way more complicated than the Webster's." “Are you going to be doing that while talking about your mum as well?" I asked as I pulled into the restaurant's packing lot. “You know that is why we are here." She sighed and finally looked up at me. “About that…can we do it another day? I feel so nervous that I might die.”“Everything will be fine.” I reached out and squeezed her hand. My words and actions surprised even myself. She really had me doing things I never imagined doing.She nodded and pushed

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LESLIE'S POVI toyed with my fingers as I paced in front of Saint's door like I have been doing for the past twenty minutes. After we had left the restaurant, Saint drove us home immediately, all thoughts of returning to the office forgotten.I had stayed plastered to my side of the car as he sped home, defying all traffic signs. I was scared but the murderous look on his face stopped me from complaining.He looked like he would kill anybody that spoke to him.After we got home, he shut himself up in his room and hasn't come out since. It has been four hours now.I couldn't take it anymore and moved to his door but every time I tried to knock, I chickened so I just stuck to pacing. My mind drifted to what happened to the restaurant as my steps faltered. The shock and confusion I had felt at the interaction washing over me again.I have never seen Saint so…so defeated. Who was that woman? Who was she to Saint? What happened between her and Saint? And most importantly, who was Diana?

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