LESLIE’S POV My favourite part of living in my father’s mansion is the view from the windows in my room. From here, I can see the smooth asphalt road of the suburban district. I can see the perfectly manicured gardens and the sweet scented flowers whose smell is carried by the wind. Beyond the la
KIAN’S POV I should have practiced. That’s the first thought that crossed my mind when Leslie showed up outside the house all of a sudden. I waited outside that gate for three days just to get even the slightest peek at her. I came there everyday, putting everything in my life on hold just for her
Should I have written it down? What exactly do I say to her? How do I say it so she believes me? “Kian?” Her voice sounds like it’s calling for me from a distance. Then I hear a rather loud knock on the table and snap my head up to look at her. I must have zoned out and she used that to draw my at
BEVERLY’S POV I pace the length of the living room, my eyes alternating between the door and the wall clock. It goes without saying that Kian is the reason for my agitation. This is the fourth time I will be in this situation and each new time drives me even crazier than the last one. He has chan
He looks slightly disheveled and like he hasn’t gotten any sleep in the past three days. Just where the hell has he been? “Where have you been?” I ask him, keeping my voice calm so this doesn’t break into an argument. I’ve realized that I can’t be forceful with Kian anymore. It will just bounce bac
LESLIE'S POVI step into the office, my heels clicking against the polished floor, the familiar scent of coffee and paper hitting me like a warm embrace. It's been over a week, but it feels like a lifetime. The trauma of the past days lingers at the edges of my mind, but today, I am determined to re
"Leslie, come in," he says, gesturing to the chair opposite him."Thank you, Mr. Harrington," I say, taking the seat. My hands are steady on my lap, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside."I'm glad to see you back. How are you holding up?" he asks, his tone genuinely concerned. What did my father t
“No, thank you. You’ve been a great help today. Get some rest,” I say, appreciating her dedication.“Goodnight, Miss Jackson,” she says, closing the door behind her.I sit in the quiet of my office, the events of the day replaying in my mind. The support from my team, the confrontation with Daphne,