Lana’s POV We had lunch by ourselves at a simple yet elegant restaurant across the hotel where Sally had taken up temporary residence. She was still agitated by the whole thing that happened—that much was evident—but thankfully, we were beginning to get it in the back of our minds. Sally had hinted that she suspected someone, and I wanted to ask who it was. If she was thinking about the same person as I was, it could not be a coincidence, right? But then, I also did not want to reopen wounds when they were still just newly bandaged. We said nothing as we ate. While I tried to think of the best way to brush through the topic with Sally without agitating her further, I knew Sally had a lot on her plate, and I wondered if I should disturb her. Thankfully, a call came in, ripping me out of my dilemma. I said a silent prayer to whoever the caller was before glancing at the caller ID on the screen to see that it was none other than Cameron himself. Unconsciously, my face gave way t

The sun peered through the windows, causing me to close my eyes as soon as I opened them. I blinked, then tried again, turning to the side of the bed where the light was not so bright. I touched the bed, wondering if Cameron had spent the night over yesterday or if he had gone home without even bothering to wake me up. Oh, shit! I jumped from the bed, panicking. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, checked the time, and cursed out loud again. I was supposed to be with Sally yesterday; why had Cameron not even bothered to wake me? And I had obviously missed the children’s school time. I catapulted to their room, cursing all the way. They were not there. Not a good sign. I checked the kitchen, then the garden, then the small arthouse we had gifted them, then all the other rooms. There was no sign of them anywhere. Shit! I cursed again, wondering why Cameron had not bothered to wake me. I rushed back to my room, grabbing my phone from the nightstand where I had left it. I wa

Andre’s POV It was easy to be the man everyone hated. It took me two years of changing skins and two years of being confused about what I wanted and who I wanted to be with to realise that. I had been a fool, been stupid, and let everything get taken away from me yet. I had done nothing about it but continued in my stupidity. Why did I just realise it now? Why had I not known earlier that it was just me and Lana that mattered in this story and no one else? Yet, I had let other people come into the picture; I had let them blind me from seeing and accepting my true feelings from the beginning. No, I don’t think I had anyone to blame but myself. I was the originator of all my problems. These were the thoughts that disturbed me as early as two in the morning, and I had no idea why. Maybe it was because Kathy was gone—maybe even she had been confused about what she wanted—and I was now slowly realising the emptiness that existed inside of me. There was this void in me that demande

Lana’s POV I wrung my hands together. A lot of things went through my mind at once, and it was hard to settle on one thing. Half of me was grateful Cameron was here to handle the situation. The other half wanted to sink my teeth into the imposter like a vampire and suck him dry. That would be too good a punishment for him. I wanted to know what they were thinking and what they thought planting a spy in our country could possibly achieve. I glanced at Sally, who looked to be taking everything well—better than I expected considering the fact that she had begun developing a slight crush on our impostor. How had she even figured it all out? I had to remind myself that she was a lawyer, and years of hounding and representing criminals would teach her something as small as spotting when someone was not entirely telling the truth. I hugged myself as a chill ran down my spine. “Someone better explain to me what is going on here.” Cameron barked, his gaze shifting through all our fa

Lana’s POV While Sally and Marcus had chosen to go to the hotel first, I opted to join Cameron and Andre to visit Kathy at the hospital. I could not keep the thought that Kathy was actually dying out of my head, and the fact that Cameron had been in the know—even met with her—and failed to inform me somehow angered me, but now was not the time to be throwing tantrums. I was here not just because I was curious to know why Kathy asked for me but also to support André. Although we had a lot going on between both of us right now, seeing him break down like that at the news he received had wounded my heart. I hated to admit it, but I had loved this man once, and I could not bear to just watch while he went through something as bad as losing a loved one. He might not have loved her, but he was married to her for some time, and there was actually a time in the past when he thought he did. I glanced out of the window as the car that Cameron’s father had sent to escort us from the airpo