Cassie's POVThe horn of his car is louder now. This is the second time he is honking, I know he doesn't want to come in.I am done with my make-up and dressing up for more than ten minutes now. But I have been staring at the mirror, doing nothing other than admiring myself and thinking about what the future holds forme.When Jordan honks his car again from outside, I know it is time to go before I get on his bad side on a special day like this. I stand up from the small stool facing my mirror and watch myself in the mirror for a while.My new hairstyle is Teased Chignon with tendrils and my red high-end flowing evening party dress is glowing. I am wearing black stiletto heels and black stone earrings. Mother had specifically picked this particular dress out of the five dresses I got for the party.I did my make-up myself and I am proud of the result.I take a deep breath and pick up my black shiny purse from the table before moving out of my bedroom. I am taking a step at a time, wa

( Cassie's POV )The hall is silent, everyone is watching the host on the podium, waiting patiently for the announcement of the top 10 best businessman and newest billionaires in New York. I can see the fear and anxiety in Jordan's face, even though he is trying to hide it. I can see through him.I can see Julian's table from where we sit. I can also see his father watching us at intervals, there is a pretty lady beside him.When Jordan and I entered with my arms intertwined with his, the flashes from the media's camera were enough to intensify my anxiety. Jordan told me not to answer any questions and I was obeying him.When we entered the big hall, I wished for the ground to open so I could go in. My breathing seized because of the large crowd. I was panicking.I have never been in a place where there are so many people like this.Jordan noticed it because my hand was stiff, he stared at me and gave me a cute smile. That did the trick, I puffed out air that I didn't know I was hold

( Tessa's POV )I am a strong woman and I won't let anything break me down, not even Jordan. After crying for a while at home, I decided to come to see things for myself and here I am.I reapplied my makeup and asked the driver to drive me to the party with Zoe who was looking at me with pity. I don't need any pity. Jordan has just trampled upon me and I am going to deal with the idiot, I no longer care if he is the man I love or not.I am no longer here in the event because of Jordan, he is no longer the reason why I am here. I am here to satisfy my curiosity, I want to see the girl Jordan brought to the party in place of me. I want to see the person that took my place. I want to see how worthy she is. I want to see who she is and what she is.That will determine my next line of action.I ask the driver to drop me off at a little distance away from the entrance and I take bold steps out of the car when it comes to a stop. I didn't wait for Zoe before walking to the back of the hall.

( Tessa's POV )My replacement is a beauty to behold. But she is nowhere as beautiful as I am, I know this. I can see the way she was staring at me with admiration when I first appeared in front of her before she replaced the admiration with a nonchalant attitude.She is nowhere as sophisticated as I am and that relieved me a bit. I thought Jordan will go for someone better than me in all ramifications, someone more sophisticated and classic but here she is, nobody.I can see how she is finding it difficult to ignore me like I don't exist, I can see how she is trying to sip her wine like the elite that she isn't, I can see how difficult she is trying to play along and I am glad that my presence is making her uncomfortable.It is quite obvious that she knows who I am already and what I am to Jordan. Whether Jordan gets married to her will not change anything between us. Jordan will still be mine. I am sure he is getting married to her for a reason. I am trying hard to let go of the fa

( Damien's POV )Never in my wildest dream have I ever imagined life to be this sorrowful for me and depressing. I feel like a real loser for once in a while. I have always rejoiced in the delight of being a winner in virtually everything I do, but I take rejection and failure the hard way. I beat myself up for whatever failure I get. Jordan knows this about me. I was always the guy with the grade A in mid-school but the year Jordan took. I almost stopped being friends with him. I felt betrayed. I felt he took the position from me on purpose. I felt he did it to spite me. My mother said I was just being childish and I accepted after giving it several thoughts.Ever since the night of the award, I spend most of my days indoors. I am not ready to give up, I won't relent until I see Jordan down. I am drafting new plans to achieve my goals and my confidence is beginning to set in at this rate, I am just hoping it doesn't turn out bad the way the award saga turned out to be despite my con