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Love is not something you go out and look for, love finds you and ready or not it'll be the best thing that has ever happened to you.

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Javier's POV

George was able to gather much information on the famous chauffeur, Samuel Anderson. Apparently, he is an only child, his father is dead, and his mother is currently recovering from cancer. He is an undergraduate and was doing menial jobs until he was able to secure employment in the Sullivan home after their old driver started having problems with his eyes.

I couldn't believe the great Kristen Sullivan, a graduate of businesses admin, model and face of all good magazine, heiress of a large cooperation could fall in love and run away with such a lowlife, nobody, a worthless commoner who couldn't offer her anything.

She is not as wise as the whole world thinks.

Oh well, I am going to pop her senses right back in. Hell, she is not even worthy of me, but I have to do this for my father.

It was a bright and shiny Saturday morning; I don't know why but I felt particularly jolly this morning, which shouldn't be the case given that I am going to visit the gutter Samuel lives in. Well, whoever said that commoner should mess with my mood, he isn't worth being unhappy over.

I haven't even gone to see the Sullivans; I didn't think I needed to, they broke my trust and disappointed me, they couldn't keep their daughter on a leash. I would pay them a visit, but that's when I feel like.

Right now, however, it was as if something was calling me to see this Samuel guy, I was damn curious, I wanted to know the mighty chauffeur who stole MY fiancée.

The further we drove in the more disgusted my eyes became.

How could people live here?

The streets were filled with beggar like children; the homes were made of low quality and probably infected wood, the little ones made of bricks or cement looked as if with a small push it would all collapse, they were even burning trash. At least the streets were clean, I even saw a Volkswagen car already old and dying, an old man was trying to start it on, and it was bringing forth a surprising amount of unhealthy infected smoke.

These people should be arrested; they are the ones killing our ozone layer.

Then we finally stopped in a large building filled with little homes. I came out of the car, and immediately the stench of poverty invaded my nostrils. George wanted to accompany me in but I told him to wait behind, I needed to do this alone, I was enough intimidation for him.

I buttoned my suit and walked in. I didn't even know which little apartment was his. While I was letting my eyes wonder and search the environment, I felt something bump into me, I looked and saw the girl who bumped into me about to fall as she lost her balance.

Quickly just like an involuntary action, my left hand gripped her shoulder as my right went round her waist. After a second or two when she realized I was holding onto her, she opened her eyes and lifted her head to see me. Her savior.

I don't know what just happened, but as soon as my eyes fell on the big brown ones staring back at me, it was as if a surge of electricity just passed through me. She looked a bit familiar; I think I've seen her somewhere. The most captivating fact was that I found her exceptionally beautiful, she didn't even look like Nicki Minaj, but I'll prefer this face anytime.

Her big brown eyes also looked sad, and for some reason, I didn't feel right about that.

"Excuse me, did you say something?" I asked. I think she just said something, but I was too busy with her face even to hear a word.

"Nothing, Umm do you mind?" she said still looking at me and referring to the fact that I was still holding her.

I cleared my throat as I released her.

"Thank you," she said as she made to leave.

"Have we met before?" I asked, till thinking I've seen her before.

"Well given by your clothes and intoxicating perfume I would say no, we've never met before," she said, putting her hands into her jacket pockets.

Aha, I know where I've seen her before. Photos, the photos that George took and showed me relating to Samuel's family, this was his childhood friend, Megan. It feels as if I've met her in person.

"Megan," I said putting my own hands in my pocket and taking a stance, while internally smiling, I remembered her name, and if George's information is anything to go by, she has an unrequited crush on Samuel.

"It's Meg- how the hell do you know my name?" She asked getting all defensive.

"Well, Megan that's a long story," I said, I liked her defensive and alarming side.

"Then you better start talking pretty boy," she said stepping closer to me as if she was trying to bully me into talking.

I smirked, this girl is attractive, "Pretty boy? Wow, I am happy you still have your sense of sight," I said walking away.

"Don't humor yourself; I didn't want to make you sad by stating the fact about the state of your appearance, I am usually friendly to strangers," She said walking after me.

I frowned, though I knew she was wrong about my looks, I still liked the fact that she was talking to me this way, not many people have been able to do it. My face usually scares them.

I turned to her and got close to her; I could see her sad eyes and tanned skin very clearly.

She backed away surprised; I too was a bit surprised at the drum beat my heart was playing right now.

"Do you know who I am, Mrs. Hart?" I managed to ask, keeping a very straight face.

She gulped then backed away from me, got back a straight face to probably match mine and then bent a little bringing her face to mine.

"I don't care, Blondie, all I want from you is to know how the hell you know my names."

I felt like grabbing her and kissing the sadness in her eyes out through her beautiful, pink lips that I now got a front view at.

I stood up straight, loosened my tie and decided to seek out some information.

"Well, a friend of Samuel is a friend of mine."

"You know Samuel?" She asked confused.

"Yeah, we are buddies. That's why he stole my fiancée," I replied sarcastically.

"Your fiancée?" She asked then remembered something as her eyes darkened and the sadness increased a little, "Oh, I see."

"Am guessing you are not as thrilled as your friend Samuel about that, we're on the same page?" I said. I hated this Samuel more and more each passing time.

"Is that why you are here, you are looking for your fiancée?" She asked walking ahead of me as if trying to make a decision.

"Yes, and no," I answered, observing her. Maybe Megan Hart is going to be more useful to me than I thought.

"What do you mean 'yes and no'? It's got to be one of them," She asked turning to face me.

"Yes, I am looking for my fiancée, no I didn't come here to find her because I know she's not going to make my work much easier," I replied to her.

"So what are you here for?"

"Samuel."

"Huh?"

"I am here to see Samuel because I am going to kill him. So I need to know where he lives and what his life is all about before I kill him," I replied with my legendary stone face.

I tried not to laugh as I saw horror come over Megan's face as she immediately became scared.

"No no no, you can't do that! Samuel is innocent; your fiancée seduced him! I can take you to her! No no, I'll bring her to you, please don't harm Samuel!" she pleaded frantically.

"Then you are the only one who can stop that," I said, not betraying the smirk of success that wanted to creep its way into my face.

"Me, how?" She asked.

"Megan, Kristen isn't an animal that you can just bring to me and stay obedient to me. Nope! She'll continue to fight to get free unless Samuel is dead. Now the second option, except killing Samuel, would be to manipulate them to break apart on their own will and realize they are not meant for each other," I explained, as Megan listened to me with keen attention, but she still looked confused.

"Now that's where you come in. While manipulating Kristen and Samuel, we'll also set obstacles and bring in the obvious. I'll take care of Kristen, and you'll take care of Sam and keep him away. I can't do all this on my own Megan," I said.

"It's Meg," She corrected. She paused in thought for a while. "Okay. I'll have to think about it."

"Think fast and get to me. Samuel's life is at stake," I said as I handed over my phone to her and watched her type in her number.

"I'll call you," I said as I collected my phone and walked away feeling very satisfied with myself.

When I got into the car, I took out my phone and stared at the number.

Megan

That's what I stored the number as then a smile appeared on my face.

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Sorry about all mistakes.

(HAHAHAHAHAHA THEY'RE ALL FIXED BECAUSE OF ME! -HeheCakes, A.K.A the Editor of this book.)

So finally they've met.

And whose POV do you guys prefer more?