Kamille's POV As I settled into the backseat of the cab, my mind buzzed with streams of thoughts and emotions. I gently placed my hands over my fast racing heart, hoping to calm it down.“Everything alright Ma'am?” The driver called out.“Yes, yes. I am very well. Thank you.” I replied and the cab driver nodded in response and kept on driving.Zeke's unexpected appearance had left me reeling, his words echoing in my mind, haunting me. What did he really want from me?His sudden warmth and sincerity were like a sharp contrast to the coldness he had always shown me before. It left me feeling disoriented, questioning his intentions and my own feelings.I couldn't help but recall the countless times Zeke had treated me with indifference, his icy demeanor. From the day he had asked me…No! From the day he had ordered me…. To sign the divorce papers with cold, unyielding eyes, to the moments when my efforts to please him with homemade meals were met with nothing but silent rejection, Zeke

Ellen's POV Finally! Something hopeful to start the fucking day.The housekeeper at Zeke's house, Martha or whatever the hell her name, sent me a text in the wee hours of the morning saying she found something valuable to give to me. She said it belonged to the sneaky lady she saw at Zeke's place.I had no choice than to go meet her. I don't trust anyone enough to send on such matters.I strode down the sidewalk, my designer heels clicking against the pavement. My meticulously styled hair bounced with each step. I arrived at the sleek SUV parked in front of my condo, Max, my Chief security personnel and Ava stood waiting. Max opened the car and I got in, Ava sat some distance away from me and Max took the front seat beside the driver.Coursing through the bustling streets of London, I juggled a flurry of phone calls, while Ava was busy responding to the pending mails. “Canceled? But why?” My voice was sharp with disbelief as I listened to yet another cancellation from a musician sc

Ellen's POV Despite the array of food displayed before us, no one seemed to have any appetite. I raised my head to look at my Father who was waiting for a response to his question.“All the musicians are pulling out.” I responded, my voice tinged with annoyance. “And I can't control what they do. No one wants to be associated with our family's persecution.”But my father was unfazed, his disappointment morphing into anger as he laid bare his frustrations. “You had one job, one fucking job Ellen!” He seethed, his voice dripping with contempt. “All you had to do was marry and STAY MARRIED to Ezekiel Reid but you couldn't do that right. You just went in and messed things up with your bratty attitude!”“Dad!” I screamed in shock and hurt. “Can you stop talking to me like that?”“Dad is actually right though.” I turned to hear Gabriel say as he pick some berries into his mouth.What is with this good for nothing weasel? I rolled my eyes and ignored him but he continued, “You literally ru

Zeke's POV Standing in front of the dresser mirror in my closet, I couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability beneath my carefully crafted facade of confidence and control. Despite how firm I thought I was, Kamille always had a way of stirring emotions in me that I did not think I would have towards her.My thoughts were consumed by her avoidance of me, her silence echoing loudly in the empty room. I longed for her response, yet the lack of it only deepened my unease. I asked myself questions as though I were in her shoe. Why would she come to see me? Why would she believe anything I say? Could she not have noticed the missing photo of her kids?The kids that look so much like me but Kamille has refused to admit my fatherhood over them I walked back into the room, as I searched for the photograph she had left behind. I had kept the photo on the bedstand but I could not find it there anymore Where could it have gone? Did someone take it, or was it simply misplaced? Frustration

Kamille's POV As I picked up the call, my heart sank at the sound of Nanny Dona's distressed voice. “Royer ma'am, Royer.” She cried, her words sending a shiver down my spine.My pulse quickened, my chest tightening with fear, but I forced myself to stay calm as I asked, “Calm down Dona and talk to me. What happened?”Through her tears, Nanny Dona managed to choke out the words, “I was just reading in the living room and Royer went to use the bathroom himself so he slipped and fell. Blood…”My world came crashing down around me at her words, a wave of utter fear washing over me. Without another thought, I abruptly stood up, leaving Chris bewildered and confused as I rushed out of the restaurant in tears.My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I sprinted through the room, panic gnawing at my insides. As I raced out of the restaurant, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat echoing the frantic rhythm of my thoughts.Fear coursed through me like a torrential river, threateni