“WHAT?”, I choked on my food coughing badly. “mom are you serious?” I ask her to find out if she is playing a prank or something.“Ivan Mr Williams said that his daughter’s schedule for next few months is tight, she can only marry at the end of this month”, she tells making me frown.“did he tell you this?”, I ask my mom softly.“yes, he did spoke to your father about this”, she tells as I sigh heavily.I need to talk to Mr Williams, he is up for something which i cant accept. He cant force cassandra to this level. I make a mental note on meeting him for lunch today and talk this out about this marriage.“Its okay, if that’s the case”, I tell my mother as she smiles in gratitude.“Am so excited for your wedding, You have to go for wedding shopping with cassandra next week”, she informs me as I frown.“but why should I join her? Cant we do our shopping by own?”, I ask her to which she rolls her eyes.“wont you choose a wedding dress for her, she would be eager to choose one suit for

He raised his eyebrows as he took the file in his hands. I folded my hands on my chest leaning back as I started observing his every move. After reading the file thoroughly he laughed, he fucking laughed throwing his head back as if I have cracked a joke. I took a deep breath to calm myself. “am sorry, I couldn’t hold my laughter”, he stated as he regained his state. “I didn’t drop a joke Mr Miller”, I told him coldly thought my gritted teeth. He bent forward on the table as he folded the file and pushed towards me and said “I will not sign this contract”.“may I know the reason?”, I asked him trying to sound less demanding. “yes, of course”, he said as he leaned back on his chair. “signing this contract means belittling Cassandra, your own daughter, my future wife”, he snap at me hatefully. Well, this wasn’t the reaction I expected from him, Miller's are known for their deals. They stand on their word, seeing the profits they make, whether it is financial or emotional which

CHAERIN'S POVAs I saw my both children in my home hugging and laughing with each other my heart filled up with joy which I can’t describe. When was the last time I heard their voices echo in our mansion, when was the last time I felt this type of warmth in my chest? Do I even remember? Yes, I do – when they were born. But their cold behaviour towards me showed me that they are not pleased seeing me. Even though Jackson was always around and used to visit me occasionally when Mathew was out of picture, I still miss him as badly as I miss my little princess. Last time seeing her race when her car was hit by another car making her slip down losing control for few minutes made my heart stop for the time being till I saw her back again all fine and safe. This was the main reason when I agreed with Mathew that her choice of career was dangerous. Instead of seeing my one and only daughter die in the horrible car accident I would be happily die instead of her in every possible way. That’s

Cassandra’s pov I couldn’t stay in the room where on the other side of the door my mom is getting operated. On the other side two important men of my lives are broken and holding their hearts on the sleeves. This is how is it going to be now? What if mom doesn’t wakes up, what if Jackson and I are left alone with our father? How would we survive. These many years our only hope, our safe place was our mother beside each other. When our dad left she was with us. Sacrificing her professional life so that she could have more free time which she could use in raising us. The thin body of my mother I saw few minutes ago couldn’t leave my mind. How the hell I didn’t notice how weak she turned. There was barely any flesh on her petite body. There were visible dark circles, her lips chapped, eyes dull. The only time I saw her eyes bright shining as stars is when she interrupted Jackson and mine laughing fit. How did she cope with everything alone, with a monster like my father. Am sure Jacks

Justin's pov I was driving to the hospital which Jackson mention they took Mrs Williams there. I was really worried for her, she was like a second mom for me and their home was my second home. Everyday seeing my parents fight I was tired of them, really sick of them, sick of my own home. That’s how I spent many days and nights at Jackson’s place. The winters are quiet chilling this year and I find a black hoodie behind which I grab as I stop the car beside the park to put it on my plaid shirt. Even though the heaters of the car is on I find myself rubbing my palms and blow out a heavy breathe out as I wander my eyes towards the park. There is a familiar figure walking towards the bench as she sits down practically falling on the bench. That person is too familiar to not recognize even though I have spent years away and just communicating via phone I know who she is. As soon as I realised who it is my smile widen but the hurt in my heart grow wild thinking what she might have been go