Aurora POV:I headed home after stopping briefly at grocery store to get some stuff we needed and the gas station to refill my car. I drove by the gym too, it's around this time I often head home from gym too. Nights like these are the only few time I let my self have a day off from the gym. I have been so strict with my attendance and why not, I could see clearly how much it has helped me. It helped rebuild my self esteem that was cruelly razed down by Mr. Angelo, after that episode I couldn't even look myself in the mirror, I have never felt so insecure, that was how bad he ruined my self confidence. Despite trying not to show it, I hated myself that time, I hated how I looked and how weak I was. It all changed Mr. Jordan, whom I didn't envision would have so much impact in improving me, despite being oblivious. His subtle remarks and praises for every little thing I do. It boosted my self confidence so much, I could confidently stand in the mirror and admire myself - which I do m

Aurora POV:I promised myself not to cry on my way home, but tears stream down my cheek nonetheless. I felt so angry at myself, how could I be so weak. I couldn't believe I said all that hurtful words to him, it was unlike me to stoop so low and insult anyone with something so personal no matter how angry I was. No matter the situation, what I said to him was much, too much infact. I knew I was angry and lost control because of the amount plausible truths in his words. And setting myself for another rejection is a pain I'm never coming back from, it hurts almost twice as hard as the first. I realized beneath all the denial I still had traces of feelings left for him. How is the heart to forget someone already imprinted on it.My mind drifted to his claims about Mr. Jordan, his claims couldn't be all wrong, could they. I wonder which was possibly the truth and which were lies. It could all be the truth for all I knew, especially the part about his secretaries. But afterall it was none

Michael POV:I was as sombre as the melancholic weather. I could see the sign of agitation on my workers face, probably worried about the hell that comes with my dark mood. They could already envision an hell of a day. It was quite the opposite, I didn't flinch over a mundane situation nor a critical one. I was quiet the whole day, I could imagine bewilderment on the faces of my worker at the end of the when I gave none a bad time, which was quite the contrast to my promise to Aurora. My telephone rang, I picked up at once."You have a call from Mr. Aiyelero" Libby said'That damn bastard' I muttered under breath, I've been trying to reach for quite a while. His secretary always gave the excuse he was out of town anytime I called his workplace and his personal number was always unreachable. It was one of the reason I always got fed up with divorce cases, it can't be finalize till both party signs it. Most often than not, one of them is always unwilling to sign, which was the case for

Michael POV:Nestled in the woodland, as humble as any rock face in these parts, was the mansion. It's windows were as shy eyes, large to welcome any ray of sun. The rock walls belonged right where it was, as if per chance it had grown up right from that hallowed ground. It was as if it had been called into existence to protect those who came to dwell within, to quell the elements and allow a heat to build from hearths into the inhaled woodland air. The gate was opended at once and was allowed to drive in. The mansion was all concrete and tall glass windows that gave a view of the mountains, a chance to relax and take in the changing of the seasons from the comfort of an easy chair. The mansion stood there as if the surrounding nature had embraced it, that the flora flowed within it as much as around it. For the architect had loved the trees so much that there was a mighty oak in the centre, centuries old, and the great house had been built around. The house born of an architect's pl

Aurora POV:The party was was just incredible, never have I seen that number of prominent figures all at once before. They all stood in clusters of four, five and six, having a chat.I expected to feel the bewildered and accusing eyes thrown my way as soon as we stepped, the former I could understand why, the latter I'm not so sure. But it seems like no one actually gave a damn about me, rather it was Mr. Jordan drawing all the attention. Despite wearing quite an alluring clothe, I felt so small and out of place. For every second longer I felt even smaller. I felt myself being viscerally pushed to an edge."Hey What's wrong Aurora?" He asked softly "Your face looks drain of blood, don't tell me you are getting cold feet" "Mr. Jordan - " "Leo" He replied assertively "Leo" I said akwardly "perhaps coming here was a bad idea""Why?" "I feel like everyone is staring at me like an elephant on a tree. What secretary becomes his boss date""Its all in your head, Aurora. If they all are,