Shelby's POVI was filled with an overwhelming feeling as the day of the big fight drew closer. I could not wait for the day that I could permanently earn my spot in the life of Hardin and chase that slut out of his life forever. My heart raced faster as I remembered that the fight was tomorrow, not because I was scared to fight Freda but because I did not know what to do and how to do it. “Should I kill her, to avoid any future occurrence of her meeting Hardin?” I asked myself as I slowly lowered my head to sniff in my white powder.I exhaled heavily with my mouth wide open as I closed my eyes. The pleasure that comes with taking the white powder, especially in the middle of the night, one could not overemphasize. I heaved a sigh as I slowly opened my eyes, my mind filled with a series of imagination as I pictured how the fight was going to look. “I won't even spend much time with her,” I murmured to myself, chuckling as I knew that I had a better chance of winning the fight than her

Hardin’s POV Frozen in sight, my eyes locked on the horrifying sight of Freda crumpling to the ground, crimson staining her clothes as blood gushed from her stomach. Despite the urgency of my men rushing to her aid, I stood rooted to the spot, an invisible force holding me in place as if time had come to a stop. It felt as though the very foundation of my world was crumbling before my eyes, a sense of helplessness washing over me like a tidal wave.I tilted my head in the direction of Shelby who wasn't feeling remorseful for what she did. The audacity of her actions left me reeling, disbelief mingling with a rising tide of fury that threatened to consume me whole. As the red haze of anger clouded my vision, instinct took over, primal and unyielding. Without a second thought, my hand moved on its own accord, reaching for the familiar weight of my gun. The cold metal pressed against my palm.In that fleeting moment of clarity amidst the chaos, I raised the weapon, my finger curling ar

Hardin‘s POVI was overwhelmed with joy when the doctor shared the news, a rush of emotions flooding through me like a tidal wave. I had never experienced such profound happiness before, a sense of relief washing over me like a warm embrace. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a burden I had carried for days finally lifted.“Thank you so much doctor…you don't know how happy this made me” “With the act, you put up eight days ago… I know how much it means to you” “Can I see her doctor?” I asked hoping he would say yes.“She needs rest Hardin…but I can give you a few minutes with her” the doctor replied.Following the doctor, my heart raced in my chest, the anticipation almost too much to bear. As we entered the room, the sight of Freda lying on the bed, surrounded by numerous drips and monitors, filled me with a mix of emotions. Her presence, both fragile and resilient, tugged at my heartstrings…“Freda!” I called out her name and when her eyes met mine, a spark of

Hardin's POVThe rush back to the hospital was like a race against time. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, the worry gnawing at me from within. I couldn't bear the thought of being away from Freda, especially in her time of need. Those business partners had no right to keep me from her side, but duty called before I could return to her.Pulling up to the hospital, I practically leaped out of the car, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The corridors seemed endless as I hurried towards Freda's room, each step echoing my urgency to be by her side once more."Hardin you can't_""Oh please doctor not now," I said as I walked past the doctor.The moment I pushed open the door to Freda's room, my eyes fell upon her lying on the bed, a sight that filled me with both relief and joy. The absence of the medical equipment that had surrounded her before was a welcome change, a sign of her improving health. Her face, once clouded with worry, now lit up with a smil

Freda's POVAs the oil sizzled in the pan, I instinctively took a step back, wary of the sudden burst of activity. Following the instructions from the cooking video playing in the background, I poured in the sauce, hoping to recreate the dish with some semblance of success. Cooking was never my forte, but I was eager to explore this new hobby, a step towards self-discovery and growth.After weeks of treatment and recovery, the absence of pain in my abdomen was a welcomed relief, a tangible sign of progress and healing. The doctor had advised that I engage myself in little exercise, like cooking and that's what led me to the kitchen, despite my lack of culinary skills. The aroma of the sauce wafting through the air sparked a sense of anticipation and excitement, a fleeting moment of optimism amidst the chaos of the kitchen."What is next?" I asked myself looking confused, I mean I could clear see the video but I don't understand what next to do.Suddenly an unpleasant smell filled the