A smile spread across her face, recalling her conversation with her husband. She opened the door and stopped as many sets of eyes turned to her. She stood there holding her breath, looking at them with big eyes. "Hello, ma'am." A tall and lean woman walked ahead. Her short blonde hair was tucked in a ponytail. Her black suit was loose on her slim body, "I'm Rachel Martin, your personal bodyguard." She said. Her mouth gaped, "Who appointed you?" She asked. "Sir Kairo." She slightly bowed her head. Her face was unreadable. She took a deep breath and drifted toward the stairs. She heard footsteps and stopped near the stairs. She spun, "Are you following me the entire day? I'm..." She was about to say more but halted. 'I don't know how he put the box in the bedroom. It will work in my favor.' She nodded and turned to the stairs again. The hall was silent in the morning. She strode toward the kitchen. Ana and Isha were cooking. Rose was

She glanced at the door and hesitated to go out. She could hear his voice, issuing orders, checking security. She was feeling relieved that he knew. Now, she would be safe. But the guilt of hiding was nagging her. Though she didn't consider it compulsory to tell him anything. She was considering this chapter to be closed years ago. She walked over to the door, but she couldn't lift her hand to twist the knob. "I would behead you if I find any negligence. Keep the kids out of trouble. That's your responsibility, Paul." His voice was full of authority. "Yes, Sir." She heard a heavy male voice. A shiver ran down her spine in fear. She could feel the intensity of the situation. She was blaming herself for putting their lives in danger. Whoever was he? He was a psycho. She pursed her lips together to rein new forming tears in her eyes. She drew herself back and walked over to the window. She stared at the spot where she saw Rose clinching the gun.

She paced Inside the mansion, following Dean. Her guards were striding behind her like shadows. She looked over her shoulder and frowned at them. They acted like robots. "You hate them, too!" Dean laughed. "Do you, too?" She asked. "No!" He laughed and turned his index finger at Rose and Isha. They were sitting in the living area and laughing over something. She glanced around to find Ana. "There you are," Isha got on her feet and scurried at her. She clasped her hand and pulled her to the couch. Dean walked toward the double wooden door. Her eyes flashed over Rose, sitting on the couch comfortably, her cheeks were rosy and radiating skin. Her stomach was looking bigger. "I couldn't talk to you that day. Are you alright?" She asked, concerned. Rose patted the space next to her on the couch. Her smile was reaching her eyes. She sat down and looked around the house. It was the second copy of Rodriguez

"Don't," The word was a low growl, full of warning. She spun and looked at him. She couldn't hold the smile that appeared on her face, "But I wanna taste it," She insisted. His hand slipped around her waist, tugging her to his chest. He grabbed a glass of whisky and put it back with a loud chunk. "No!" He denied her immediately. "Then what should I do? Kids are not home. You're going to the office. Ana has gone. Rose is resting in her room. Isha is with Olivia to meet kids in the orphanage. You already have plans. God knows what's so important?" She complained. The corners of his lips twitched up, "That's not the solution." He motioned at the glass of whisky, "You love cooking. If I'm not wrong." She looked surprised. She wasn't planning to drink. She wanted him to stay longer, "Yeah!" His eyes focused on her and his expression smoothed, becoming guarded, "You weren't supposed to drink." He said. She wanted

ARIANA Her gaze latched on the hall. She couldn't believe what she saw. She was in love with his new side. 'Cold-hearted Bastard!' She repeated the word in her mind that she had heard from her father, using it for them. Inconsequential wasn't part of her life. She was compelled to stay in the premises of her father, now her husband. But she wasn't feeling trapped or in a cage in her husband's mansion. Her life here wasn't part of a show now. She was enjoying it. Enjoying life was effortless, just go with the flow. They hadn't had a particular conversation but they began to understand each other and began to feel for each other. Hope could make her do anything, she didn't want to hope, not at least related to her marriage. He didn't let his emotions play. She liked this side of him. "You weren't always cruel," She said, trying to look deep into his eyes. His guards were on. It created apathy in her chest. His nothingne