HEY READERS!!!
I have a good news. My story was featured on Goodnovel's instagram page for the next best books to read. I have a good gem ranking which keeps dropping and rising.
So...
Do you all know what it means? It means that I have a good ranking in the ongoing CEO and ME contest.
I am so happy :) This excitement is the reason for the delay in today's chapter. Hehe! I can't stop thinking about this.
Thank you so much to all of you. You really made this possible by giving me gems, reading the book and leaving reviews about it. This truly helped me out. I really love you all for this!
As for the chapter, I am still writing in my excited trance so give me an hour or two and it will be up :)
OPINION TIME!!!
After this book MR. CEO'S MISTRESS ends, I am going to start a new book so according to all of you which book is better.
I am mentioning the name and genre of two books and you all have to vote.
1. LYCAN KING'S REVENGE - Werewolf Romance.
2. DATING MR. CEO - CEO Romance.
I am really looking forward to see how this voting goes. Leave a comment about your choice.
Once again, THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH. I love you all for all the support you have provided :)
P.S. Don't slow down in giving gems and reviews now or the rating is going to drop. You all have to help me until the contest is over. Please! :)
AUTHOR|~S.Y
DAMIEN'S POV The atmosphere inside my study room was suffocating. Not for me. But for Alder. He was standing in front of me with his hands behind his back. His eyes watched me silently. I sat on my chair as I stared at the pictures placed on the study table in front of me. Tilting my head, I picked up one of them before bringing it closer to my face. My vision was a little blurry as I was drunk. Alice was kissing Hayes. Hayes's eyes were looking right in the lens of the camera. He knew that someone was clicking photographs to show me later. He would never stop poking his nose where it did not belong. “ Leave, Alder. ” I ordered him in my usual chilly tone with a hint of slurriness to it and he did not take even a moment before disappearing from in front of me. He made a good choice by leaving me alone as soon as possible. My blood was boiling in my veins. My hand curled up to form a fist and I o
ALICE'S POV The whole freaking night... I could not sleep at all. The thought that Damien must have found out about the kiss was causing me anxiety. What was he going to think about me after this? I wondered and then refused to think of any answer myself. When he did not come, I was relieved. Atleast, whatever was bound to come my way was delayed by a day. Then the next morning, someone unexpected came. Hayes! I never imagined him come ringing at the door of the penthouse without fearing Damien. If Damien was here, he would have killed Hayes but fortunately, he was not here. Hayes forced me to wear a peach dress and dragged me out of the penthouse. He reminded me that I agreed on going with him today and I never regretted anything more than this in my whole life. The kiss... Me and Hayes never mentioned it. This was a silent agreement between us that no one was going
ALICE'S POV “ Maggie! ” Archer stood up right away and yelled out at her with his eyes moving to meet mine. “ No! What the hell is this girl even doing here?! ” She shrieked and pushed her chair back to point her trembling pointer finger at me. Dumbfounded. Speechless. That's all I felt staring up at Maggie who was screaming at me with so much hatred that I was taken back by the sheer intensity of it. Okay. I expected her to show her true self soon, but not this soon. “ You came with Hayes Christian didn't you? ” She chuckled out sarcastically as I held my breath back, listening to her just like everyone else. “ You couldn't get Archer so now you want him? Are you not ashamed of yourself?! ” She kept yelling on the top of her lungs and I could not help but feel numb inside. No one said anything. No one stopped her. Hayes. Jonas Lincoln. Madison. Archer... Damien. Something had pr
ALICE'S POV “ I won't do it again Dad... ” The child was repeating this to herself and I was watching her once again, as I sat in the far right corner of the same dark basement. It was cold down here and the thin clothes the girl wore, surely did not help. She was shivering as she pulled her knees to her chest and placed her head over the right one. Cold, Hurt and Lonely.I could still feel the coldness seeping through my bones, but as always, I was unable to move from my spot and reach out to her so I did only thing... I sat in the same corner and kept my eyes fixed on her until everything started to fade into nothing. Blinking my eyes open, I stared at the ceiling without roof. I stared at those stars and the stars blinked back at me. ' I know her. She is my daughter. ' Jonas Lincoln's voice echoed in my ears, making me blink rapidly. Was this a way to tell someone about such a huge truth? I wondered,
ALICE'S POV “ My Mom did this to me. ” He revealed to me truthfully. His voice was void of any emotion, but his eyes spoke volumes. The pain lingered in those steely grey orbs. Raw and Unbearable. Even after years. In a moment, I forgot all about me and I could only think about Damien. I could feel his pain radiating off him. Was this even possible to feel someone else's pain? Maybe, it was possible. I was experiencing it right now. I did not like him like this. Weak and Hurt. My heart twisted cruelly in my chest, but my mouth refused to let any word out. If I said anything... Anything...Even a word... He was going to think that I pitied him, when I did not. I felt his pain in my heart but he would not understand this.It was strange, but it was true. He watched me. I knew he waited for my reaction. He waited for me to show him pity. He waited for m
ALICE'S POV Standing in front of my father's hospital room, I stared at the door blankly. I was unable to even blink my eyes. Dad asked Ace to bring Alice as soon as he woke up. This was giving me chills. A lump was stuck in my throat, refusing to go down. I felt hurt, confused, disbelief, angry, happy...Overwhelmed. I had not decided if this was a good thing or a bad thing yet. What if he called me here to tell me that I was not his daughter all over again? I knew now. I knew everything so I did not need him to tell me this fact again and again. I was tired of it. He was my father and I would not have it any other way, no matter how hard Michelle Anderson tries to get rid of me. Heaving a heavy breath to fill my burning lungs with much needed oxygen, I was about to slide the door open when the door opened on its own. Surprised, I looked forward and found Mom staring back at me. Seeing her here,
ALICE'S POV Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. The sun went down and the moon came up, while I kept sitting there holding my Father's freezing hand. They tried to get me away from him. Everyone did try, but no one quite succeeded. I did not want to let go. He asked me to keep holding his hand. I never once cried or screamed or called anyone or even looked away from my father's peaceful face. His lips were blue now. If someone ever asked me how death could actually feel like, I would say that it was an endless coldness. Because, that's what I felt holding his hand and knowing that he was dead. “ Alice. Please! ” Ace whispered out to me and touched my shoulder carefully to get me out of this trance. I did not budge from my spot. I could hear them... The murmurs between the hospital staff. My Mom's cries.
ALICE'S POV My father died earlier today and I left the only man who was able to reach out to me in all my weakest moments. How did it feel to be honest? Cold. One word was enough to explain all my emotions right now. I was sitting on the footpath. Yeah. Once again. I might have developed an obsession with running away from everyone and then ending up in the middle of nowhere. Sitting on the footpath of a road that looked like something out of a horror movie, I stared at the stars. I never liked to gaze at stars actually. Not until my father took our family to picnics when I was little. He would make me and Ace gaze at the stars along with him and Mom. He liked it. Gazing at the stars was just a way to feel connected to those ecstatic memories. I had never accepted this fact until now. Sighing, I looked down at my hands. I could still sense the feel of my father's cold and Damie