Maya's point of view:

There was something different about this morning, how was I going to put it? I felt light, energized, and ready to start the day or so I thought until I awoke fully.

"Gah! " I moaned out of pain, a throbbing headache assaulted my head. I hadn't drunk much last night ...oh, the emotional torture I put myself through - the headache must be from crying too much.

I dragged myself out of bed and swaggered to the bathroom. I didn't feel hungover since that appletini wasn't my magic, give me something harder and you'd find me knocked out dead.

I screamed when my eyes met the mirror, not because I looked like a baboon because my bushy hair did justice to that look - I was just missing the huge anus - but because of my busted lips.

What happened to my lips? Did I bump into something last night? Talking about last night, the only thing I recalled was crying on Niklaus' shoulder.

Suddenly, my eyes widened when I remembered the dream I had last night; an erotic dream with Niklaus. My cheeks heat up just thinking about it, but for some reason, it felt real.

No, no way, it didn't happen.

After I cried on his shoulder last night, he must have taken me back to my room under the watchful eyes of Cecil, Emily, and …..

I faltered, realizing my assumptions had major flaws in it. What was the possibility that Cecil and Emily waited for my return after I had dismissed everyone?

Furthermore, she was a protective mother who just found out that her son was drunk for the first time, why would she wait for me instead of going home to take care of her son?

But then Emily….

Fine, wouldn't Emily take the drunk Anabelle home to explain the whole turn of events to her cousin, Eden?

But Isabella...

Would be taken home by the bodyguard leaving you and Niklaus alone in a room.

I stared at my reflected horrified look through the mirror, that bastard! Who gave him the right to touch …

"Oh," I said when I went through the memory to discover I was the one who kissed him in the first place.

"Seriously Maya, what's with you and cute faces" I gripped my hair tight out of frustration. Why can't you keep your hands to yourself? Why was I so tactile?

But still, he was a man and the only one in his right senses at that moment, why didn't he resist me. Who knows what his excuse would be if I confronted him about this?

That I was too strong, huh? Would that be his excuse? Pfft, what a pathetic excuse! Does that mean that I was strong enough to r@pe him?

Well, Maya, you're raping no one especially Niklaus who has a girlfriend….wow, that was a killjoy.

I was suddenly annoyed when I thought of Tina. I hoped Niklaus was discreet in his journey to my place because I do not need that crazy witch coming to harass me for seducing her fiancé, especially now I had no excuse nor plan.

Once I was done with my morning ritual, I put on casual clothes consisting of a tank top and bum shorts, having known that It was time to clear the waste in my living room and kitchen; my house was a great mess after the party yesterday.

But I got the shock of my life when I walked into my living room.

"Holy biscuit! " I cursed out of shock when I saw my place was as clean as it could ever be.

"What in the name of God happened here?" I wondered.

I don't know what magic was this but I inwardly prayed it was the same with the kitchen because I just wanted to be lazy today.

Just as I prayed, the kitchen was clean as well. Whoever cleaned it even did a better job than me.

But who did it? That was the question. I had a strong intuition that It was probably Cecil or Emily or Lucas because there is no way on earth, Niklaus would clean that - he can't even locate the dishwasher in his place.

So I called both Cecil and Emily respectively. Inquiring about their welfare, then thanked whoever cleaned those rooms but their response startled me, none of them did it.

"What are you talking about?" They had asked me with confusion in their tones.

In the end, I found out that none of them was the cleaner, then who? My heart told me Niklaus but logic was telling me it was impossible and even if it was, he must have commanded Lucas to do the hard work - I would thank the guard for this kind gesture later.

Since I was at home and had nothing to do, I was planning on sleeping throughout the day- take bed rest as the doctor suggested - when my doorbell rang.

This time I was very careful since I had received a dinner invitation from that strange man, Sakuzi. Who knew whether it was his people at the door?

I squinted my eyes, looking through the peephole to ascertain who was at the door only to discover a blonde woman standing right outside.

"Who are you? " I asked, safety-conscious.

"I'm Camille," she replied.

" How do I know you and what do you want from me?"

"I'm your manager and Eden sent me "

Manager? Eden? Ah right, I forgot I had signed the contract documents with Eden's agency and as custom demands, would be provided a manager.

I opened the door and ushered her into my flat, "Please, come in"

The pretty blonde woman walked into the house with a curious gape and she looked quite familiar even though I can't place my finger where I had exactly seen her.

"I apologize for the interrogation but this district is not exactly crime-free" I lied to her.

Well, what was I supposed to say? I can't specifically tell her that I'm escaping from a creepy mafia lord who's insisting on having dinner with me - the girl he's intent on killing.

Who knows whether this is Sakuzi's ploy to make me lower my defenses, so they can drug me through the meal and when unconscious, they would send my body to a secret butchering house at night. There they would hack it to pieces and send my decorated body parts to various members of Spencer's family as presents - what a vicious man!

I refuse to play right into his hand, so I would avoid him at all cost. But what if he barges into my place- he has the power to do so - what would I do? I had no backer anymore.

Well, I would think about that later, Camille doesn't have all the time in the world.

"No worries, I understand. But you don't need to worry, your housing is being arranged as we speak" she notified me.

Oh, I was surprised, that fast? I'm going to miss this apartment which had journeyed with me throughout my impoverished years. Thanks a lot, buddy.

"I'm not trying to pry or something but have we met before?" I couldn't hold back my curiosity anymore.

Camille chuckled, "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to ask that "

My brows furrowed and I pointed to my chest, "You know me?"

"Yeah, we met during the Spencer Group gala event, I was Niklaus' dancing partner- briefly"

"Oh," I nodded. For a minute, hearing her say she was Niklaus' dancing partner made me a bit jealous until I heard the "briefly"

You wouldn't exactly blame me for being jealous since Camille was quite beautiful with her blonde hair, charming hazel eyes, a normal breast size, a few inches taller than me and she had a qualified backside- if you know what I mean.

"Your boyfriend Niklaus' was so jealous that you were dancing with Eden so I came up with a plan which made you switch partners with me"

Now I remembered, it was that time Niklaus cut in on my dance with Eden, so it was her.

She continued, "I don't care what the rumors say about you but I'm one hundred percent sure that Niklaus loved you. You are not a relationship wrecker"

Wow, good to know that my manager is a fan.

"Alright, back to business," she said and made herself comfortable on my couch and started.

"It's quite a relief that Lisa got the lead role instead of you else there would have been a huge delay in shooting"

Oh, that scaredy-cat got my role, congrats to her.

"When are you going to be verified healthy by the doctor?" She asked, taking a bite out of the biscuit I served her.

"In two weeks, I'll be going for a check-up but the doctor says I'm free to go about my activities normally as far as I don't do anything extremely strenuous"

"Alright, I'll draft up a schedule for you then," she said, putting down some stuff into her tablet.

"And again" she bit on her lips nervously, " I did some sort of survey," she said, bringing out a sheet of the document from the file holder she was carrying.

"I'm not going to lie, Maya. Your fate in this industry is not looking bright, you're one of the most hated upcoming actresses of all times"

"That got to be an achievement, right ?" I attempted a joke which didn't elicit the desired effect.

"Your accident bought a few sympathetic fans but that's akin to your life hanging on a thin line. I'm sorry to say this but if you encounter one more scandal, you might have to kick your acting career goodbye"

Wow, this just keeps getting better.