“Are you planning to have your first kiss? I have tips if you need them.”Landon cleared his throat. “I don't need them.”“What's with the topic then?”Landon shrugged. “We kissed last night.”“We? Me and you? What? When? Was I drunk again last night?” Landon shook his head. He stood up from the table with his plates and went to the kitchen.For some moment, it didn't make sense to Ryan. All of a sudden he understood. “You and Abbie?” Ryan laughed. “How did it happen? Who made the first move?” His phone rang on the table. It was Cooper calling.“Sir, you need to deal with Hunter before the next two hours.”“What's happening?” “The guy's getting his jet ready to flee.” “Is he a fool?” Ryan stood up and went to his room. “How can he be trying to escape punishment?” Thirty minutes later, Ryan put on a helmet, got on the motorbike, kicked it and sent it riding at a very high

Ryan's feet seemed stuck in a position several minutes after Stephanie left. God! How many times had he dreamt of hearing those words Stephanie just said? If only she had said those words the night the incidents leading to their divorce happened, he wouldn't have divorced her. He would have forgotten about everything, every humiliating treatment he got from the Hill family. He would have forgotten about it all.But... It's too late now. He'd be a fool if he goes back to loving Stephanie just because she confessed to loving him. She might not even mean it. She might just be playing him for a fool because she missed treating him like a pushover."Let's not be dumb, Ryan," he muttered to himself.Pushing the thought of Stephanie to the back of his mind, Ryan got on his motorbike and rode back home.At home, there was a note from Landon waiting for him on the table.It read: We are going to be out all n

"Does Stephanie also agree to this?" Ryan pointed at the women on the bed. Anderson balled his palm in a fist and walked closer to Ryan. "How much does she pay you to spy on me?" He asked, his expression darkened, a look of wickedness that Ryan had never seen before on his face. "Is this how you treat the woman you are going to get married to?" Ryan asked, ignoring Anderson's question. "It is none of your business what I do to her because she chose me." "What?" Anderson grinned. "She even moaned my name while you were having sex with her." In blind anger, Ryan delivered an uppercut to Anderson's damn face. Anderson grinned. "I own every inch of Stephanie's body, soul and spirit, so whatever I do with it is none of your business, dude." Ryan took a deep breath to control his anger. He knew Anderson was deliberately getting on his nerves. He wouldn't

Four days later, Ryan woke up to see the note on the table again. "We are out." It's been more than three days since Ryan last saw Landon. The only reason he's convinced that Landon still lives with him in the house is because of the notes he leaves every day. They are of different colors of papers with slightly different styles of writing.Ryan took the note from the fridge, rolled it in a ball and threw it across the room.Ten minutes later, Ryan got ready for work.The one week of permission he took from work was over yesterday. He dressed up, too lazy to make food for himself, so he decided to eat at a restaurant."French toast sandwich,” Ryan finally said after he had checked through the menu.The waitress bowed slightly and left with the menu.She soon came back with his order. Ryan unbuttoned his collar button as he watched the woman and placed the food on the table. He noticed her hand trembl

"Don't be a—""I'd rather not accept advice from a murderer.""Stephanie... I... this is the time when we must stay together as a family.""Don't talk to me!" Stephanie shouted. "Go to hell with your son! Just go to hell and rot there with him. Two of you..." She stopped shouting when no sound came from her mouth anymore.She fell on the nearby chair and buried her head in her hand. She wept. Her body convulsed with the intensity of her tears but she didn't stop crying."I am sorry, Stephanie... I'm..." She heard her mother say. Her mother seemed to be crying too but Stephanie couldn't care less. She should go to hell with her crocodile tears. What's the use in crying after killing Ryan?"I swear, I didn't know what I was doing...I didn't..." Mrs Hill cried more.Stephanie stood up from the chair. She closed her traveling bag, grabbed sunglasses from the table to conceal her messy face and went toward the door.