Liana's POV"Let us dance," he whispered into my ear, and I nodded.He took me to the dance floor, and we swayed our bodies gracefully. I could feel him touching and contouring my body as we danced. And as weird as it may sound, I am loving every second of it. It was a whole new experience and sensation for me, and I wanted to live in the moment and forget all the terrible things, even just for a night.One more move and our bodies were now pressed hard on each other, and I could feel the heat piling up as we continue to grind seductively at each other."Oh, shit. Liana, you are so beautiful," I overheard Davis whisper through my ears. And it feels so good that I closed my eyes instantly.I could feel him nibbling the top layer of my ear with his mouth, his warm breath clouding up my sanity. I was already breathing desperately as I drew my arms around his neck, and clutched it forcefully, as though I was deathly scared that the unu

Liana's POVAt the age of 17, I was able to feel a fresh and brand-new feeling I have never felt before. I have got to experience things that had never occurred to me ever since I was a child, nor even as a teenager. Who would have thought that I would be able to find my own happiness and freedom just before I even hit the legal age of 18 years, right?My parents seemed to become stricter and more stern towards me ever since we have finally moved here to New York City. They seemed to be so cautious whenever they see me dressing up and heading towards the door. They kept on asking me some random questions which I did not even bother to listen, analyze and answer. I just give them a cold, blank stare as they struggled so hard to fit their roles as beloved parents and family to me. As if I still cared for all of that now. Before, yes, I would be willing to trade just about everything and anything for my family to be happy and complete. In fact, I would be

Liana's POV Ever since that awkward night that I went home straight from the bar, where my father had caught me red-handed as I tried to sneak in through the kitchen backdoor and where an intense and dramatic confrontation took place, everything seemed to be getting in its right place once again. It was as though that sudden and unexpected argument in the middle of the night eventually made its place to put things in the right perspective and proper order. After that heated argument, I could distinctly remember my father preparing the bathtub for me to freshen up and calm my nerves through the warm and bubble bath. And I found a glass of warm milk on my bedside table as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, giving off an absolute impression that it was my mother who had taken the effort to prepare my favorite fresh milk that could finally put me into a deep and peaceful slumber O had never experienced for quite some time now. The next day I

Liana's POV "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" my mother asked with a surprised look on her face, as she stared closely into my face. I nodded without even saying a word. "That was great, honey. What makes you change your mind?" It was my father's turn to ask, as he was seated across from the table I was sitting. I shrugged my shoulders dismissively. "Part of growing up, I guess," I responded nonchalantly. "Whoa, my baby's finally reached the age of maturity!" my father beamed with joy and happiness as his voice roared all over the kitchen. My mother looked so overjoyed as well, as she was totally puzzled that I would ever agree to their decision after being a rebel against it not so long ago. I stared at my father who was clearly overwhelmed with delight, and I shifted my gaze on my mother who seemed to be in shock. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders with boredom, and I continue to focus on digging with my cer

Cloud's POV The thought of simply moving on with my life and forgetting about her was too much for me to bear. Athena Collins is my one and only true love, and she is my everything. My guardian angel. This is my home. My savior came to my aid. And my safe haven for the rest of my days. I knew in my heart of hearts how badly I had treated her. Her needs were never met, nor did I show her the affection, care, and attention that any woman could ever hope to receive. I was well aware that I had done her a great injustice, and I had taken all of her love and sacrifices for granted. Her life was put at risk as a result of my carelessness, and instead of remaining with her and caring for her while I wait for her wounds to heal both physically and emotionally, I choose to abandon her and let her dangle by a thread. As a result, her wounds were subjected to unbearable pain, and they were transformed into indelible scars that would remain with her for