Their End, My Beginning

*Ryder's POV

I have heard nothing from her after the funeral. I even hired a private investigator to let me know what she was doing and after 2 days as I realised what I was doing was nothing but going to be a big problem for me, I said to P.I not to stalk her anymore. I didn’t want any of my enemies to know about her and use her against me. Also, knowing about her every single minute means it will be very hard for me to not go to her, and hence I stopped my stalking.

After almost 1 and half week later Nicholas and Amanda came to my office requesting to see me. I didn’t want to allow them in, but when I saw my receptionist acting very rudely to them; I lost my mind no and I mean NO ONE TALKS TO ANYONE RELATED TO KAT IN ANY RUDE WAY. And so, I went to talk to them. They mentioned about some computer that was there in the police station as an evidence from the accident of Kat’s parents and that they wanted the laptop. It confused me when they talked about getting the laptop as they needed it for them. But I cleared that confusion immediately because I know Uncle Nick wouldn’t do anything to harm Kat. And I was even more confused when I came to know Kat wasn’t aware of Amanda and Nicholas meeting me.

that confusion was soon out of my mind when I got the call from Kat after 2 days after meeting with them. I was in my office doing my work as usual and suddenly; I got a call from an unknown number, and I picked up the phone thinking it was some ally of mine, but the moment I heard her sweet voice, that I love

stupid fights I never did. I was very possessive of her because I always feared that other men would take her and I know she had the same fear when it came to me; we were that madly in love with each other, you can call it toxic, but that is our definition of being in love as cliché as it sounds. Because of that fear

glad I did because if I hear anymore from her, I don’t know what I will do next; I am sure the next minute I will be near her that was how much I was missing her. I switched off my phone, knowing that she would call me back, and I didn’t want to repeat the same mistake of answering the phone. And like I said, it nagged me the rest of the days until

all these thoughts went through my mind when I got the call from my secretary. “Mr. Scott, there is a Ms. Katherine Marshal from Simiona Architects at the

what gives you more satisfied result. I do agree I have changed a lot. The old Ryder hated when people called him Mr. Scott because it made him feel old, but this new Ryder only prefers being called Mr. Scott because it is a sign of respect for him and I have worked my ass off that I deserve that respect. Also, the old Ryder didn’t like being intimidated, he wanted people to feel he is no popular rich kid that I was in my high school, and treat like their friend. Well, this Ryder loooove