Yvonne POV.I got home in anger and threw down everything on my desk. I squatted down in my room for 8n 5 years as I remember what Russeli did. I will never forgive him, even if he is a popular person, I will never forgive him.I brought my knees up and buried my face sobbing, he had played me like 8 was one of his toys like I was a plaything, I look so pathetic now, I was excited when he kissed, I was so excited when he hugged me, only for him to smash it down to me that he felt nothing.Why can't he just tell a white lie? Why does he have to be honest, why then did he ask to meet me, why did he ask me that question. "Oh Yvonne, you look so silly out there!" He was the first person I felt happy to be with, and now he is the first person that hurt me too. No, I will never forgive him. "Never!"

Malinda POVA week later I was no longer shy around my bosses son whose name was Russeli, we became friends, I know it doesn't make sense being friends with the son of the man you work for, I know I was risking my job and everything, but why not live in a lie for a while.He had always practised his music with me and lend a helping hand on some of the house chores, I tried to stop him but he insisted, he had said he loved me, but for how long will it last, everything will be over when his father return, I have also started falling in love with him and it also scares me.He was friendly to me and told me almost everything about his music, he didn't shout at me either, he was caring and loving, this was an affection I have only experienced in a long time, this must be the reason I yearn for more.

Russell POVA month later, my father came back from his business trip. He had succeeded in clearing the misunderstanding that arose in the entertainment industry in Japan. He had also convinced a few directors that my next song would be the best.I have a way of starting up a mess and have my father clear it for me. I shouldn't always be the busy one. Well, celebrities just happen to always stir things up to become more popular, and I was on many headlines recently.I walked over to the garden where my dad stood, staring at the lovely bloom of flowers. It was spring and everything seemed to shine, and it was a really beautiful sight to see.There was a light breeze running through our faces, I looked at my father and he seems so relaxed and in his world here, he was old,

Malinda POVI was called early the next morning by Mr Gilbert Ryan, I walked into his office wondering why I was called by him. Normally he tells me what to bring to him, but this time he asked to see me.I saw his domineering figure sitting on the head chair in his office, as he looked up at me, his cold gaze sent a shiver to my spine and I could already tell that this was not going to be good."Have a seat." He pointed at the chair across the one he was sitting and I sat down. "Don't sit comfortably, you are just my maid." His cold voice rang in my ear and I sat up without hesitation."Yes sir." My knees together and my hands clasped on my lap as I looked down, unable to bear the look in his eyes."A maid is what you are, h

"Your father would disagree a million times." She told me in a sob, but I shook my head and focused my eyes on her. "Who cares! He is only interested in his business and his name, that's his reason, I don't care if he disagrees or not." I said in a rush and squeezed her hands gently. "Malinda," I said softly as I came closer to her. "I have an idea." I searched her eyes. "Let's flee together, both of us," I whispered and she looked up at me with wide eyes and her lips parted. "Let's leave this place, Malinda." "Russeli!" Her brow knitted as she looked up at me with dilated eyes. "We can run away, both of us." I did not hesitate as I searched her eyes, I was ready to run away with her, run away from my father and anyone who wants us to separate.