Madeline slowly took away her hands from Abel's and looked away. Abel caught the tenseness in her and offered a smile to limit the awkwardness. “I would like it if you would talk to me Madeline. We are...friends aren't we?” And, Madeline was quick to say. "We are friends Abel. I mean you've helped me in my times of need.”“Then as friends I want you to open up with me. You know about my feelings.” Abel said and Madeline sighed again. “Let's not go into that topic Abel. I already told you am not committed for love right now.” Madeline hoped Abel would drop the subject. It wasn't a surprise to Abel that Madeline had trust issues and knew it had something to do with Molly's dad. Madeline also never told Ava about her past with Kane. “You know am willing to wait for you. It's been over four years now and am willing to continue waiting...”“No please Abel. You can't continue waiting for me. Am not thinking of love and I don't think I'll ever love again.” Madeline was moving towards the kit

Kane only moved his feet closer to the woman still on the floor when a man rushed towards the woman and yelled out her name, “Madeline!” Kane froze on the spot as that name was like a siren in his ears. He never would have heard that name in a place like this and watched that man kneeling to help the woman up. Curiosity got the better of Kane and he found himself walking closer when Mariana grabbed his arm making him turn to look at her.“Mrs Anderson and her chauffeur are coming towards us. Also, Mr Benson is waving at us.” Mariana uttered lowly while standing by his side and was quick to put her arm with his. To everyone, they looked like the ideal and perfect couple. “Mr Whitemon. A pleasure.” Kane walked ahead to share a hug with Mrs Anderson. “The pleasure is all mine Mrs Anderson. I wasn't expecting you at this fashion show. I thought you'll be chilling somewhere in the Philippines. Your husband once told me you loved the cities there.” Kane smiled and Mrs Anderson began to blu

Molly woke up around eleven in the morning. She wasn't a deep sleeper like her mother but last night made her exhausted. Ava had left for the restaurant and hour ago and it was only Madeline at home. Molly came out to meet her mother busy with some work in the living area. She was quiet and had her throat dry decided to head towards the kitchen for a cup of water. She was still very much upset with her mother for yelling at her the other day. She was halfway to the kitchen but her stomach growled which made Madeline turn to her side. “Honey, you're up?” Madeline smiled before getting up from the single sofa. “Are you hungry?” She walked towards the kitchen and was about to open the refrigerator. Not getting an answer, Madeline closed up the fridge back to now look down at Molly who had her head very low. “What's the matter sweetie?” Madeline got down to hold her and Molly raised her head to stare at her mother. “Am...sorry for not talking to you yesterday mommy. I realize that it was

Two days Ago “I was surprised by your call....Mr Whitemon?” Kane smiled ushering Beatrice to take a seat on one of the sofas at the east corner of his office. “Why so formal Beatrice. Please am offended. Kane is fine by me. We do know each other.” Kane uttered. “Do you want some tea, coffee or an orange juice?” Kane quickly added before choosing to seat down. “No. Am good. Now what's the issue? Why do you need me?” Beatrice hadn't even got her handbag and coat off of her. It seemed she didn't plan to stay long in his office. Kane knew she was upset especially how it went downhill between them. They were close to friends but it ended terribly during their last meeting. Over six years. “Firstly I want to apologize for how our last meeting ended. It wasn't good and I was mostly at fault.” Kane offered his apology while forcing out his smile. He was used to this act of pretense for over five years and now he seemed to get the better hang of it. Beatrice did look a little surprised by

“Mommy! Mommy! Let me go!” Molly kept struggling in-between two buffed up men at the backseat of the car. The car was moving at an intense speed and on their way towards the highway.“Shut up you brat!” The man in front yelled with a tsked face. He was tired of the little girl's screams and turned his neck around. “Find someway to shut her up. We're almost at the highway. No one can hear her scream.” “Make her unconscious or something but hurry!” Another man who was behind the wheel said already taken a turn. They had passed more than ten blocks and always looked back for the police. They had taken a huge risk in kidnapping a little girl in broad daylight but also one look at Molly gave them the information they needed. Her clothes were not of the finest quality which meant she wasn't from an affluent family. The police will do nothing especially after a few days had passed. One of them only smirked knowing by then the little girl would be already out of New York and out of the enti