登入Joan's POV“Please leave your message for Senator Macaulay,” the machine's voice bounced into my ears.I paused, pondering hard. My forehead flattened as I pressed the phone tightly between my hands.Should I drop the call? Should I leave him a message? I paused again for a moment.Then I chose. Leaving a message would be better.“Hi, Senator Macaulay, it's me, your girl, Joan…” I paused a bit. My heart rammed hard against my chest, but I forced myself under control, letting out a fake giggle. “I missed you… I wanted to say hi…”That was it. I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the center console.My other hand wrapped around the wheel, hoping, praying that he would… that he would call.We didn't part well. He wanted something more. He wanted me to be his partner.God forbid! That old hag… I was fucking born with a silver spoon. I am not some low-life street urchin. I would never be that stupid to stoop so low.I wanted to use him, the way all men needed to be used, so I could ha
Joan's POV.I blinked several times. Fear gripped my soul, climbing from my spine up into my brain and almost hitting everything in it. I straightened my back against the car I leaned on."What did you say?" I asked quickly, my eyes narrowed at his face. "I thought you..."I paused mid-sentence. Each word felt weighty, like a pebble on my lips.Silence lingered between us in the empty warehouse for a moment. I watched him reach for his cigarettes. He lit it with a strange smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The flint partially illuminated his face, and I watched a look of quiet victory settle over it, like a man who knew he had the upper hand.Damn! Fuck me! I knew I had played right into his hands.I should have been patient enough to ask more questions before I started quarrelling with him the last time he came to my office.Damn! I acted too fast. How can I be such a stupid idiot? I read his face. His body language. The cigarette hung clumsily from his lips. I knew he was re
Joan's POV"His phone?" I squeezed my brows together, then quickly relaxed them.I had forgotten I was standing in front of Greg, the train personnel who had been given the responsibility of protecting the Caldwell family.I turned my phone face down against my thigh.He saw it. He noticed that. He knew there was something I was hiding.Thank God it was my phone.I turned and pointed to the lampstand where he had left it."There..."He smiled, walked over to it, and picked it up."Thanks..."He walked toward the door and left. I heard his shoes clicking against the floor until the sound disappeared beyond the doorway, like someone running away with a secret.Whatever Greg wanted to discuss with his boss wasn't my concern. My concern right now was making sure Special Agent Mark Collins didn't have any contact with Brent.I let out a little sigh, walked to the door, and locked it.I looked at the time on my phone.7:05 a.m. sharp.I dialed the office phone.It rang, and my PA picked it
Joan's POVCalm down, Joan... Just calm the fuck down... The thought crashed into me."Don't tell me that," I snapped, shoving the thought out of my brain like a vermin sucking my blood. Like two friends who had suddenly become foes due to unresolved differences. "Danger is lurking... You don't tell me that..."I gritted my teeth. My hand curled tightly into a fist. I walked around the room like my brain was about to blow the roof off the house. Brent had just left the room. He said he was having a meeting with some investors to raise another IPO for the company's next Asia-Pacific expansion.He had stepped out of the room with Greg, who had helped him with his suitcase as usual. Recently, things have not been rosy between us. I shouldn't have challenged him a few days earlier when he got back late; I wouldn't have asked him about his whereabouts after I myself had committed the same offense the previous day, though I had my reasons. I had to clear those two bastards, Agent Smith
Orlena's POV. I didn't want to touch the cash Mr. Chris gave me. I had hidden it under my small bed, so I could go and get it whenever I needed urgent money. The little space I had rented was safe. No one could break into my apartment here.I slipped my feet into my shoes, which had grown a bit tight now because my feet had started swelling. I was in my second trimester, and my body was changing in ways I was still learning to accept.I stepped out of the house. For the first time in a long time, I could feel something like freedom, fresh and clean, the kind that comes from finally slipping out of the grip of Joan and the Caldwell family.I walked down the road just like everyone else. Cars and small buses passed me by. This was a quiet town in Alaska, a place that fit my budget perfectly. After buying groceries, I wanted to look around. Maybe I could find something, a supermarket that needed an extra hand, a shop with an opening, some kind of vacancy nearby that I could start wit
Orlena's POV.I pushed the thin blanket apart and slowly sat up.The moment my feet touched the cold, cemented floor, a sharp pain squeezed through my head. I shut my eyes tight and pressed my finger against my temple.It felt like the skull was just too small for the tiny brain inside it.I let the sharp pain subside. Then I paused. I drew in a slow breath and looked around the room.This was a new life. This was new to me. Welcome to Alaska.A place I had never imagined living. Far away from the life of New York. With the buzzing street lights, the unceasing car horns, and the crowd rushing past each other.The only thing here is silence.My tired feet slapped against the floor, sending a strange shiver up my spine, one I couldn't explain. My hand rested over my baby bump.The room was barely big enough for a small reading table, a chair, and a small bed.Still, it was mine.I had worked hard to get it. I had counted every coin, and I had walked into three different landlords' offic
Orlena's POV He would snap at any moment now, I could feel it coming, and my hand tightened at my side as I stood there, watching him.“Why is this here?”He finally looked up at me, his brows pulled together as he held the paper in his hand.“How is this here? You realize how important this is?”
Orlena’s POVI had just six months left until the end of my six year contract marriage with Brent Caldwell, the billionaire I agreed to marry under the condition that there would be no love or pregnancy.“Congratulations Mrs Caldwell,” the doctor’s gentle voice echoed in her warm office.“You’re 7
Brent's POV."He died? How? When?"The words erupted from my lips.Like a thunderstorm parting the sea, my breath shattered.My lips parted, and I couldn't close them.My knees ached and denied me the ability to stand properly.I quickly located the empty chair I had left behind. I gripped the back
Orlena's POV I couldn’t stand the situation anymore and I just turned to continue what I was doing, even though my hands didn’t feel steady and my chest still felt tight. There was a bigger issue in my life now, something I could not ignore no matter how much I wanted to, and I needed to find a s







