VESNA'S POV Max hasn't come back for four days now and he's just been sending me money through banking. I was worried that he might run away from the responsibility. But still, I am hoping for everything to end well between us. We created this new life inside me and it is something out of love. We deserve each other and we are going to stay together. He has to stay with me, no matter what. He's mine and mine alone. While I was watching TV in my apartment, the tablet Max left suddenly notified me in his email. So I opened it and read a message from the doctor who took the paternity test for both Max and Flynn. It says there that none of them is the father. It got me devastated that I immediately deleted the message so Max won't be able to read it. He's all I had and I can't lose him. Not this time that he has finally got entangled with me. He is the father, that's what I believe. This shit is fake! They're just making things up so Max can't be with me! I can't help but get frustrated
AMAYA'S POV Days passed and an article about a "crazy pregnant woman crashes into a famous company's building looking for her missing CEO boyfriend" already went viral. It created a commotion where Vesna needed to hide as much as she can. And if she dares to make a move or say a word, then there will be more punishment in hell for her. She was lucky enough that I haven't included her face in that article. If I had, then people would freak out whenever they'll recognize her. How considerate of me aren't I? I was with Conan inside a coffee shop, it was beside my office's building so people there are already used to my presence. Well, I still get a lot of picture requests and smiles from supporters and students interviewing me. Though right now, nothing much. Just the usual, polite greetings and my usual order. As we arrived at an empty table, I couldn't help but notice the newspaper on it. I smirked looking at the newspapers with that topic as the headline. Conan was busy with his phon
AMAYA’S POV Being someone who’s one of the top personnel in New York City makes me someone that doesn't have the opportunity to scan through the local news about people who got into an accident or fire incidents. That’s Malia’s job so she would tell me if we needed to donate or visit. Though tonight was an exemption. I heard that the person whom I grew hatred with got into an accident so I opened the TV inside my office to see if it was true. “A pregnant woman got hit by a car driven by her lover or was he? Witnesses said that the woman was following someone when she suddenly crossed in green for vehicles. They said that it wasn’t the driver’s fault because she was the one who was in the wrong way. The accident caused her to lose the baby inside her which was not claimed by the man. The driver was known as the famous Max Howards of Los Angeles, California and the pregnant woman was his former executive assistant, Vesna Anderson. Rumors say that it has been a while since the two were
AMAYA'S POV After accepting a better relationship with my mom, I still can't help feeling awkward. For the last twenty-two years of my life, it was my first time having her beside me. She's finally smiling, a real one this time. I also realized that Vanique has forgiven her already. Maybe she thought I was the hard one, that's why I came last. Other than that, I had another time spent with Max in bed. Though not the thing everyone would expect. I was sick after that dramatic rain embrace and an intense debate when we got home. They interrogated us while we were still soaking wet so can I also blame them for this? But what can I say? I was also lucky enough to see Max's gentle side. He was the one taking care of me while I'm on bed rest. I have to admit, I am both emotionally and physically stressed. How much worse could I get? And yet this was my first time experiencing this consecutively. It is something new and unforgettable. "Hey, Umm. I know that we haven't talked that much wh
AMAYA'S POV Why does he have to come back when I just started to fear losing Max? Are you serious right now, Flynn? I peeked to look at Max and Flynn talking not too far from where I was standing. Max seemed to be so calm and even smiled at Flynn. Yet here I thought they could still be holding a grudge against each other. I appreciated how they were so professional in this public place. Is it Flynn that Max said he is going to meet today? Oh please, why did we have to see each other again when he's not supposed to be here? I am muddled with emotions right now. That I can't think straight. Do I want to ask him a question? Should I blame him when I was the one who gave him so much reason to leave? No, I am not in pain anymore. "How about if we'll eat lunch and continue this conversation while eating?" Max's voice was getting nearer and I could feel myself shiver. How I wish he will never talk to me again. I thought to myself. Max's hand touching my waist to turn me beside him,
MAX'S POV Before the day ended, I already mentioned to Amaya that we are going to have breakfast together with Flynn tomorrow. Well, I don't know why I dragged him into this but he was cool about it. So I think Amaya would be fine too. I'm starting to get paranoid. She can be reckless and whatever temptation is in front of her can be deceiving. To be exact, I don't trust her, yet I can't just keep watching them again without doing anything. So we had our breakfast in a fancy restaurant with both of my companions still wearing their pajamas. Though I'm not sure about Flynn's because he's only wearing sweatpants and a shirt while Amaya was still in her sleeping pajamas in a hood. I was confused why these two act like they were not business people. Amaya places her head on the table still feeling drowsy while Flynn is trying to wake himself by watching videos on his phone. "Are you guys serious? It's almost noon?" My question made the two of them look at me angrily. "I had a meetin
AMAYA'S POV What Conan said got me speechless. I thought that after we settle down not having sex anymore created a boundary between us and that our friendship was enough but it seems like strong desires cannot be stopped that easily. I haven't been able to settle down with one man just yet and here I am stuck in another complicated situation. "Amaya? Are you okay?" Max's voice got me back from spacing out after sitting on the chair waiting for the orders to arrive. "Yeah, I'm good," I replied as Austin arrived with two trays serving it on our table. The food amazed me. It's mouth-watering. Tons of burgers, two trays of fries, cheesy spaghetti, and chips. To be honest, this doesn't fit my diet but of course, there's always a cheat day. "There's more. Please enjoy this while waiting. And ah- Miss Amaya? Can I take a picture with you later?" Austin's bad boy vibes yet pleasing personality smiled at me as I smiled back at him and agreed. Why would I say no? I was about to get one
AMAYA'S POV Today is going to be the day that Vesna Anderson is going to pay for what she's done. I had enough of all the nonsense she had caused. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. As we arrived at the justice hall, there was media everywhere we looked. Flashes flickering through our faces with their unlimited questions. Vanique was also getting more uncomfortable each time they took a step closer. "Miss Amaya, How come you hid this issue until today? Don't you think that this could affect the guests arriving at your gala?" One of the reporters managed to come near me when suddenly a man in a well-prepared tuxedo suit stood in front of me and tried to stop the reporter from coming closer. He seems like a bodyguard but not mine. My bodyguards usually wear civilian clothes. So I looked back to the rest of the crowd and found out that some other men were refraining from the media like him while Conan was arriving. I doubted the thought that it was for him. Is it? Yet he confir