KEIRA’s POVI did not know why, but it felt like I had nowhere to go. I could not return to my apartment because I was scared of what Natasha might think of me now. I was also afraid to go back to Papa's house. I did not want to see how disappointed he was in me.That scared me the most.I continued wandering down the streets, lost in my thoughts. I felt helpless and powerless, and it was all my fault. If only I had not allowed my addiction to get the best of me, if only I had not fallen in love with Clint, none of this would have happened. Calvin would not have released those photos, and Clint would not be in this mess.Walking, I found myself at a park and sat on a bench. I looked around at the trees and the people passing by, but my mind was elsewhere. I had no idea what to do next, and the weight of the situation was crushing me.I blamed myself for everything that had happened. I had put Clint in a difficult position and had no idea how to get him out. I wished I could go back an

KEIRA’s POVI waited, listening to my father's footsteps as he trudged up the stairs. After a few minutes, I heard the door to his room slam shut. That was my cue. I tiptoed to the front door, grabbing my jacket and purse.I rushed out of the house, running out of the gate like a maniac without looking back. I wanted to see Clint and know how he was holding up. As I ran down the street, I felt a drop of water hit my cheek, and before I could react, rain began to pour down heavily."Shit," I cursed and hailed a taxi.A taxi stopped, and I hopped in immediately. "MarygrooveStreet, hurry up."The driver nodded and began driving down the road. I felt anxiety buildup in my chest. I was eager to see Clint, but this fear also came with it. After seeing the news, I did not have enough time to talk to Clint, seeing that he left the house shocked.How would he react now that the reality had slowly sunk in?I swallowed a lump and exhaled to calm myself. Everything was going to be okay.The driv

KEIRA’s POVI sat in my seat, my mind wandering aimlessly as I stared at the empty podium at the front of the classroom. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, the chatter and laughter of my classmates bouncing off the walls. It was unusual for the professor to be late, but no one seemed to care. My thoughts turned to Clint and the words he had spoken me the night before. "We can't see each other anymore, Keira. It is over." The memory was like a knife pierced into my chest, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. I missed him so much, and the thought of never being able to see him again made me feel like I was drowning in a sea of sadness.As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I became aware of the people around me whispering and glancing in my direction. Their expressions had turned cautious, and it made me feel so uncomfortable. I knew they were looking at me because of the picture that Calvin had released. The picture of Clint and me on the news, the picture that ha

KEIRA’s POVMy vision spun as I felt I would throw up at any moment now. I could not focus as I tried to make sense of the situation. My eyes were glued to the floor as I tried to regain myself. I blinked my blurry vision clearing slowly.I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched, thinking it was Sarah again. But when I looked up, I saw Calvin standing before me. He pulled me up from the ground and grabbed my cheeks harshly, making me wince in pain. He gazed into my eyes with intense hatred."You stupid girl," he spat. "I allowed you to hand over the company willingly. Now anything I do to get it will be your fault."I was scared, confused, and at the same time, I was burning with rage. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry."Spit it out," he growled, and I felt anger boiling."You're crazy," I said, spitting at him.He slapped me across the face in a flash, and I fell to the ground from the impact. My cheeks throbbed, and tears streamed down my face."You will learn to know your pla

KEIRAMy heart raced with excitement as I returned from the beach walk, my face flushed from the sea breeze and the anticipation of Clint making lunch for us. I could not remember the last time I had a peaceful moment.Calvin's escape three days ago had sent my entire household into a state of chaos, with police officials searching every corner of my home and the state.Amid all the upheaval, I had found it essential to run away from home, to get away from everything. And even then, when I closed my eyes, images of Calvin's face, twisted in anger, flashed through my mind.I tucked away the memories and hurried upstairs, my sandy feet leaving tiny imprints on the wooden staircase, eager to change into fresh clothes. Just as I was about to step into my room, I found my phone vibrating aggressively on the nightstand, pulling my attention away from the joyous thoughts of the upcoming meal.I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer the call or not. I approached the bed, and