Linda’s POVSitting in the room felt like it was a little too much. I felt like my life was being placed under the microscope. They were talking about me and what could have led to the guy in the white hoodie breaking in just to take photos of me.A few of the people at the table recommended that I was put under heavy protection, that maybe a planned attack was in the works, but I did not think so.“But who is this guy?” A very pale older man spoke, he was wearing a suit and looked rich. He also looked like he was the boss. He was asking about the guy in the white hoodie. Liam walked toward something that looked like a huge whiteboard. He then took a small remote in his hand and with a click, the whiteboard came to life.It was more of a TV, and on it was displayed the picture of the guy who was in the white hoodie. There were two pictures.One was the one that we had gotten from the security company and the other was from god-knows where.“Who the guy is isn’t really important, bu
Chris’s POVI was sitting at the table, the food that we had ordered staring right back at me. I knew that I would not be able to finish all of this.And besides, I had lost my appetite.I didn’t think that Linda would have left, I didn’t think that she would have fallen for the little trap that I set up for her. I needed to know whether she had actually dropped this whole gold thing. But I guess she had not.And she proved it. She fell for the trap. I had intentionally left my phone on the table and pretended to get a stomach ache. It was all an act.In fact, I was not even in the bathroom, I was in the back room of the place, which was very nice. I had gotten someone to email my account just when I had left, so it seemed like it was not planned. Everything that I knew that she had read on tagg email was fake. It was all a lie, and it just proved to me that she was still stubborn and did not want to wash her hands from the affairs of my family.I gestured for the waitress who was
Chris’s POVIt was so bright. Why was it so bright? I never knew that those lights could get as bright as the sun.“Turn them off, turn them off, please “ I begged Linda.My eyes were starting to adjust to the intensity but still, I wanted them off.“Chris…” She groaned my name, and I smiled. She had a tone that showed that she cared about me. It showed that she was worried about me.And that made me feel like I was floating on clouds.I watched her as she grabbed the empty bottle from the marble floors, taking the glass also before walking away.I closed my eyes, enjoying the peace that I felt. It felt so good.Then footsteps caused me to open my eyes once again. It was her, it was my angel. Even with the frown that sat on her lips, she still looked stunning.She was a goddess, and it spiked my soul that I had slept with Meghan. It was something that I didn’t think I could ever forgive myself for.“You need to drink,” Linda said, handing me a bottle of water. That was true, I was re
Chris’s POVMy heart was pounding as I called. I paced the study slowly, the door closed because I wanted to be able to make this call alone.When the call finally connected, I waited with bated breath for what I was about to hear.There was silence, but not like it was all altogether quiet. It was like he had answered the phone and was doing other things because there were indeed background noises and voices.Then he spoke, his voice familiar, “Why the heck would you not answer my calls?”“How are you, Dad?”“You heard me, right? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”I swallowed, my head feeling heavier by the second. “I was asleep. I’m sorry.”“Asleep? You’re a CEO, you never sleep to the point where you can’t even answer calls at night. You have to be a light sleeper,” He started to lecture me.“What if it was one of your board members calling you last night for an emergency meeting? What if one of your buildings were on fire and they needed you?” He continued, and I listened, not darin
Chris’s POVI did not like the look on her face. It broke my heart but I could not disobey my father. This had to be done. I didn't even have the luxury of rescheduling, I had to be there. “Seriously, Chris?” She said, her tone low. “We have plans for the day, can’t work wait?”I wished. I wished that this was only about work. But it was deeper than that. It had to do with family. And if I trusted her enough, I would have told her. But the truth was that I did not. She was working with Fallon.I loved her, but I didn’t trust her. I wet my lips as I took a strand of her hair and placed it behind her left ear while staring into her beautiful eyes.“I know that we have plans. I know that today is not a work day, but I’m a CEO, Linda,” I replied, using what my father had said in his lecture when I was on the call with him not too long ago.She swallowed, hurt in her eyes. “I mean, it’s understandable,” she said in response. She forced a smile, I could tell.“When will you be back?” Sh
Chris’s POVAs I walked alongside my father through the grand halls of the villa, memories of my childhood flooded back. This place held a certain kind of nostalgia, a mix of fondness and resentment intertwined with every step that I took. The man led the way with a confident stride, his presence commanding attention wherever he went. Despite the warmth of his welcome, I could not shake the feeling that something was not right; that a shoe was going to drop. We entered a spacious study lined with bookshelves and adorned with opulent furnishings, I could not help but let my mind wander, trying to figure out why I was invited back into this place after all these years.My eyes fell on my mother, she was sitting on the vintage couch, her face holding a small smile. Maybe this was just me and my overthinking but I always felt like she did not like me. I felt like she only tolerated me. “Hello, Mom,” I said to her, and her smile widened, but weakly. “Chris, my love. I see that you are
Chris’s POVI furrowed my eyebrows as I tried to process what they were saying. I mean, yeah, I knew that they were talking about Linda. But how could she be a threat?I chuckled. “Okay, but how is she a threat? We have taken care of Fallon and her attempts to destroy our family for years. What more about my wife?”My father sighed, uncrossing his legs as he sat upright. “Listen, Chris. We are not here to argue with you.”“I’m not arguing,” I replied without missing a beat. “I’m trying to understand all of this.”“If you lose the attitude, you might be able to understand better though,” Hunter said, joining the conversation. I glared at him, chuckling dryly. I was not going to fall for his trap. He wanted to snap but I was not going to play his stupid little game.“I’m sorry if it seems that way,” I put aside my pride and spoke in a soft and respectful tone despite the storm raging in me. “It’s okay, honey,” My mom replied, rubbing my shoulder gently before withdrawing her hand. “W
Chris’s POVI thinned my lips and nodded, accepting what he had just said. Even if I did not, I did not have any real choice.“You should know that I only allowed us to use Kirby that night because I wanted to get Linda back, right?”“Yeah, but she also needed to know that if she tried to fight a battle that she was in no way equipped to fight, that she was going to lose; and bitterly at that,” My father explained, flashing me a small smile.Silence hung in the air for the next few seconds, the only sound was the one of my mother sipping the liquor from her glass as she watched the exchange.“Back to the question…” I broke the delicate silence. “What was Hunter talking about?” It should not have bothered me like how it was, but it did.I needed to know. “The thing about you not being a true Kingston?” Mom asked, her voice a bit raspy. I peeled my eyes off Dad and looked at her. Since he was not giving me answers, maybe she would. “Yes, is he right? And if he is, what does that even