CHAPTER ELEVEN. Sandra was only to wonder if she had lost her hearing. What did she just hear? The question sliced through her heart. Who gave him that type of audacity? Her breathing grew laboured, sounding as heavy as her chest rose. What did he even mean? The idea of even speaking it out right where people were, was preposterous in its own way. How could he do that? How could he act so shamelessly before everyone? How could he embarrass her like that? Was he stupid? The sharp words were at the tip of her tongue but she could not say it. She had never been a coward before. But for some reason she felt there was a need to act cowardly, if not for anything, for the benefit that lay ahead of her; the benefit that had brought her to the room in the first place. To crown her embarrassment up, everyone stared at her, waiting for her reaction. And things got even worse as she couldn't tell what they expected her to do. Were they expecting her to lose her cool and throw a tantru

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Sandra was in another world. She wondered how it had seemed so easy for him to be seduced even when she was on her knees. No. She didn't wonder, she was amused.Hadn't she expected it? Or was it pure coincidence? She had no time to find the answer as Roseline was already on her, scratching and doing only God knew what to her skin.It took her many seconds to understand what was happening.And many more to interpret the constant ripping sound that threatened to deafen her. The sound that sounded distant yet so close, soft yet so deafening.Her brain usually wasn't slow. But today, it seemed to be centuries behind. It was heavier than her entire weight put together. And she constantly had to remind herself that she was human and thus, had the sensory organ to feel.Other body parts were not helping matters. Her eyes looked everywhere but where things mattered. Her teeth clenched when they should've been opening to welcome human flesh.Her fingers were tired and rema

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.Sandra smiled. It was the new normal. It didn't have to be genuine. The camera had to take her appearance. And she had no choice but to give it; the best as usual.Hadn't this been what she had wanted? What she had to suffer humiliation for? What she swallowed her pride for?At some point she wanted to let herself wonder if it had all been worth it? If the disgraced she suffered in that room was worth the grace she now gloried in the face of the media. If whatever was happening could be termed grace or glory. She felt like a moving mannequin, stiff and fed up with all the poses she had to keep.Was this worth all the stress? Her heart yearned for the answer.But she had always kept her career before anything. So the answer couldn't be far from what she already knew. Everything was worth it. It was worth every scar of shame that her fragile heart had survived; every condescending look she had gotten from Roseline and David.Even the pervert looks the makes in the roo

CHAPTER SEVENTEENDavid worried. What had happened to the charity event that was to hold on that tragic night? That night where things had stood still, where he had to be made into a tiger and a sheep at once.Why had it not been held?Boredom pushed the thought to his tired brain, pulling all the strings it could for a near migraine to happen.He was used to the ache now. It had always been there. His marriage had made certain of that. Sandra was always there to give him one. But he had been happy to receive it. It meant that he was in love, that she was still part of his life.He hated the stillness of not being by her side. So whenever he was on a mission which mostly happened around her, and he had no migraine, he would be sad.But today, he was about to have a migraine. This one, wasn't something he was happy to receive. The web of love that had always stemmed from the pain wasn't as strong as before.So he bore the pain it promised while blaming himself for his thoughtlessness

CHAPTER NINETEEN Sandra threw her bag on the couch, heart boiling in Fahrenheit. What had just happened? Why had Fiona acted that way, keeping her waiting? Her heart thumped with much heat.Had Fiona grown wings? She wondered, hands trembling with the suppressed rage she had. Fiona was not in her office—the office she had given to her as her secretary. She wasn't in the office after she had promised to be available to receive her guest. No, she had politely refused to take calls nor emails. She was to be in the office by 8 AM as she would only stay till 10 AM to receive “guests” as she had termed.Sandra had not taken offence when she had been termed a guest. Maybe a little, but she shook it off.The tables had turned. Power was no more in her hands. And she would grub, if she had to, for a way to sign the deal of her dreams.So Fiona's outright wordy disrespect was overlooked. But what she couldn't overlook was being stood up.She had waited the entire three hours, eyeing the go