*Snow POV*For the whole week, I didn't attend classes, and neither is my present relationship with Mr. Lorenzo as juicy as it was before. We do talk, but not intimately like we used to, and me finding out his resignation was pending was just like another bone in my throat, and I hate the fact that it was because of me that he was resigning.My phone lit up, signaling a message. I scooter closer to my bedstand, picked it up, and swiped it open, only for me to receive the shocking news of my life.Chase was heading to Atlanta; in fact, his plane will be landing a few minutes from now, and he requested that I come and pick him up.I jerk up from the bed, go straight to have my bath, then dress up in a simple denim trouser and a fitted yellow polo.I took a cab and went straight to the airport. Minutes passed while I still stood at the waiting spot to welcome my boyfriend, or, should I say, my ex-boyfriend."Hey!" Chase shouted, approaching me carefully in the most manly way, making me s

*Snow POV*I shut down my computer and slide out of my reading table. I just sent my withdrawal letter from the competition; I can't go through with it in my current state.I walked to my bed, picked up some of Lorenzo's clothes, and arranged them back into the wardrobe. For the past week, we have been cohabiting. He has refused to leave my side ever since he found out I am pregnant. The dude has become more clingy and possessive.Looking at the clock, it was almost 6 p.m., and I knew it was time to make dinner before he got back from work. That's if he was not even on the way already. I trotted into my small kitchen, picked out the ingredients, and began to prepare our dinner.I was slicing some tomatoes, swinging, and murmuring the song that was coming off of the home player when my phone lit up again for the 10th time. It was a missed call from Chase and his message, demanding me to come and see him in his hotel privately, and as usual, I didn't reply to any of his nonsense. Beside

*Snow POV*I pulled up my drawstring bag, looking at the notice board. Nikky, Tasha and Bella, The three witches' photos and full names were boldly pasted on it, along with the notice of their expulsion. I didn't mean to sound evil, but they got what they deserved: seducing coaches and blackmailing them, bullying people to join their stupid girl cult, and their circle of madness.I hissed and pulled away after feasting my eyes. Right now, I am sulking because I am going home to go and encounter that mother of mine. For a few days now, we have been leaving like cats and rats. She didn't miss any opportunity to throw a shade at me, telling me how much of a disappointment I am, but I don't let it get to me too much. I know it is her anger self-speaking, and she indeed has every right to be angry, but I don't regret my decision. No matter her tantrum, I am still going to have this baby, whether she approves of it or not."Oh goodness, not today!" I complained, seeing Lorenzo's ex-wife app

*Snow POV*My eyes flutter open, followed by a pang of pain. I didn't know what happened; what I could only remember was that I was drugged by a stranger."Hello! Who is here?" I called out, using the last straw of my strength. My orbs studied the room in which I was placed; it felt more like a cell. My body was covered in dirt, and my legs were chained, leaving my body with only underwear and being placed on the cold floor. My mind felt fuzzy, but I tried to keep my eyes open. Whatever this is, it's very dangerous, and I can bet I'm not anywhere close to my house.After awhile, the door finally opened, and a masked figure entered, holding a plate of food."Who are you, and why am I here?" I questioned the guard but received no response from him; he just gestured for me to eat and left."God have mercy," I mumble in shaky breath. It didn't take long before I was fetched from the room, heading to God knows where. I simply followed them quietly till we got to a type of open bedroom and

*Snow POV* Five months later..... I grin from ear to ear. Today will be a memorable day in my life, as I will be getting married to the man of my dreams. I can't believe I will soon be called Mrs. Snow Rogers. Sounds great, right?I pulled up my mermaid wedding gown to ease my steps, and with careful steps, my low heels clicked on the marble floor of the aisle. My mother was also beside me, smiling proudly as she guided me towards my husband-to-be. My eyes met with the bright chestnut eyes of my husband-to-be, and I smiled cockily at him. He was looking so manly and handsome in his tuxedo suit; he was smiling so lovely at me, pleasing my heart and warming it like never before. It still feels like a dream; I never thought I would marry my grumpy coach. "You are looking beautiful, my love," he said to me while taking my hands and leading me up to the alter. I smiled sheepishly at him; I was overwhelmed by joy. "You are not looking bad yourself; did you plan on seducing me on this hol