Serena P. O. V The Maldives have captured my heart. I remember Sarah saying, If I could, I'd like to stay here forever. But reality says otherwise. It's my last day in the Maldives. I haven't left yet, but I already miss the fresh air, beautiful beaches, and peacefulness. Reluctantly, I get out of bed. I stop stepping when I feel my waist hurting so much. After yesterday's all-consuming day, Leopold's also left me helpless. I grabbed my bathrobe and headed for the bathroom. My lips moan as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Leopold's former sideburns left a trail of red rashes along my neck and shoulders. The reddish marks were so obvious; in some places, there were also bite marks. It forced me to wear closed clothes. Imagining it already makes me hot, but I have no other choice. Not that I'm complaining. If, currently, Leopold came up to me and kissed me again, I would gladly accept. No matter the risk of a red rash on my skin, that could make anyone suspicious. He's cha

Leopold P. O. V.The first thing I encountered when I set foot in California was a message from Amanda to come to her house. The voice note she left me forced me to meet her.I forced my feet to walk away from Serena's house. If I followed my heart, I would accept her invitation. Of course, spending this night with Serena was much more enjoyable than dealing with the drama Amanda had prepared.I wanted to be completely free of her. But she always has a way of dragging me into her drama.The taxi taking me pulled up in front of the address Amanda had sent me via text message. I stared at the golden-yellow-painted house from behind the glass window of the passenger door. After the divorce, I had no idea where she lived. And I didn't care about her, so I didn't find out.After paying for the taxi, I dragged my suitcase across the minimalist courtyard with a rose garden on each side. Amanda's house is in a residential complex on Long St., Santa Clara. It was a beautiful, two-story minimal

Serena P. O. V. On Thursday night, the city park witnessed our meeting. Harry and Sarah, my close friends, engaged themselves in a workout routine, but I focused my eyes only on Leopold. Mr. Raymond was teaching fitness, while I longed for a moment of passion with him. Maybe after this workout, Leopold will invite me to his house. The longing for passionate nights with him continued to grow. Although it had only been four days since I returned from the Maldives, his presence made me a maniac in bed. Leopold's busy schedule makes meeting difficult, but I'm determined to get him to San Francisco. This Thursday night wasn't just about exercise, but the chance to be with Leopold at the gym. I missed every moment with him. With my heart pounding, I approached Leopold, who was lying relaxed on the bench. The terrifying fitness equipment above him made me frown in horror. Leopold was lifting tens of kilograms, his expression reflecting both flatness and power. “What?” he asked, his eye

Serena P. O. V. “Sir, can I have WFH's permission tomorrow?” I asked. I lay on my side, looking at him expectantly. Leopold ruffled the hair that had fallen over my face and tucked it behind my ear. “Okay.” I grinned. “Thank you,” I said happily, pecking him. After I regained my senses, Leopold's words rang through my mind again. This time, I allowed myself to think about it. There was an uneasy feeling entering my heart, and I was too late to prevent it. “What did you mean by that?” I asked. Leopold looked at me with a furrowed brow. “When you say that, I hope the pill works well.” I held my breath as I saw the change in his facial expression. Leopold didn't answer right away. I could see the conflict on his face. “You think I'm setting you up?” Because I was so emotional, I didn't realize I had used a lofty tone. “Not like that.” Leopold took a deep breath. “I can't bear to have to deal with the baby business anymore.” This time, he completely occupied my attention. “Ba

Serena P. O. V. Cold sweat poured down my body as my feet in white high heels treaded the hotel ballroom towards the elevator that would take me to the restaurant where the event was taking place. I ran my palms over my dress, trying to deal with the sweat soaking my hands. “How do I look?” I stood before Leopold, asking him to give me an objective assessment. “Honest?” Leopold shook his head. “This isn't you.” I let out a long breath, staring at the dress I was wearing now. A plain, white, silky dress didn't reflect me at all. The length of the dress is up to the ankles, with a spaghetti strap style. The chest had a low-cut style, so I had to lift the dress up several times to cover it. “But I can't lie. You're always beautiful in any outfit.” Leopold smoothed my long black hair down to my waist. He ran his long fingers down to my ears, where I wore simple gold earrings. “Thank you.” I hug his waist, looking up at him with admiration. Tonight, Leopold really showed his authorit