|Valeri’s POV| “Water…water,” I mutter half asleep as the thirst sensation and oral dryness at the back of my throat become unbearable for me but no one is answering me. “Vee…..please get me water,” I plead because my head is seriously pounding, so I just want to drink water and go back to sleep to see if sleeping a little bit more will help to relieve my headache. “Here you go,” a male voice that is completely different from that of my bestie’s voice offers and the alarm in my head goes off as I swiftly flutter my eyes open to see who it is, forgetting the throbbing pain in my head. “Ouch…” I wince in pain. “You had a little too much to drink last night, so I asked the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup for you and it should be here in no time,” he informs and on hearing that, my eyes start to dart back and forth around the room to take in my environment. Hold up… Wait a minute… “How did I leave the party venue yesterday night?” “Most importantly, why am I in the Remington ma

|VALERI’s POV| After spending the whole day waiting for Grey to reply to my message so that I could get over the over-familiarity/ me trying to tolerate the two-faced bitch who has been trying to get into my good graces by showing me around the house, giving me movie recommendations for kick-ass heroines and even going as far as watching the movie with me instead of giving me breathing space and leaving me alone. I didn’t know how to react around her, especially when I could see through her façade of niceness, so I had to put her to good use by asking her to recommend movies for me because I am still new to this scheming and manipulation lifestyle. She instead on watching the movie with me because she claimed that getting into my personal space to understand my likes and dislikes will help us know each other better which is entirely new to me because the longest conversations that we had in a day, in comparison with my past life because I was occupied with sucking up to my family an

|GREY’S POV| As if dealing with a drunk wife the whole night was not enough, my first wife came to the room to ally with my ‘little crush’ this morning right in front of me, using the identity of my first cousin and that is rather Unsettling because I have thought of various reason why Maddison will want to be friends with someone like Valeri especially when both of them look so incompatible but the only logical explanation that I can find is that Maddison just wants to make things hard for me even though I already warned her to stay out of my business. “Not today Satan,” I muttered as I walked out of the room because I had a lot of stuff to take care of, especially concerning Maddison’s father who is now on my radar so I couldn’t add Madison’s silly stunt to what I had on my plate. I have been busy with Kyle the whole day trying to figure out how we are going to start putting the people that we bought over at Donald’s Couture to work because I want to take over Donald’s property

|GREY’S POV| “Hey, I am talking to you,” I suddenly see Kyle in front of me snapping his finger in front of me. “How can I help you?” I question him. “How can you help me?” he scoffs. “Every single time I talked to you, you have been absent-minded, making me repeat myself countless times and you seriously think there is nothing wrong with that?” he argues “What is it this time,” I question him. “It was understandable that you were able to see not motivated to work on Monday because we went through a lot last week, but this is Wednesday and you still had the same attitude you had on Monday,” he complains “What attitude did I have?” I ask Him. “You keep on zoning out,” he complains bitterly. “I have not been zoning out, I have just been critically thinking about something,” I correct him. “What is so important that is making the mighty Grey Remington’s brow take a worried curve?” he inquires, taking his seat in front of me, with worry lacing his voice. “It is not somethi

|Valeri’s POV| “What the fuck just happened?” I ask as I blink back in shock realizing that Vee just walked out on me when we are in the middle of an argument. “Did Vee and I just fight over this whole revenge thing?” “What did I do wrong to make our misunderstanding escalate in a matter of seconds?” “Was I the problem?” “I stop to ask myself a series of questions as I replay the events that just happened in my head,” “What is the way forward for me now?” “Should I just ignore the fact that my bestie and I are at odds and just focus on the issue at hand?” I bombard myself with a series of questions. “You know what?” I say to myself. “I will just ignore whatever Vee and I have going on between us and focus on the honeymoon shenanigan since she asked me to do what pleases me,” I hiss angrily as I try to go back to my work. I try to focus on my work but I can’t seem to concentrate because that is exactly what happens to me when I am fighting with my bestie, I can’t