My grandfather always taught me to grab a chance when it is in your hand itself, otherwise you may not be given such generous opportunity by nature again.

And that's what I did!

I put my learning into action. I had what I wanted in my hand and just grabbing it tight is what needed and I just did that.

I may be called impulsive but I call myself quick witted. I don't take much time in pursuing what I want. I may take time in realizing something but not working on it.

"You are a great woman, no doubt." I whispered slowly with a little fake smile, while dancing, to the lady in my arms.

She shifted from one foot to the other tersely, uncomfortable with my hard tone.

"I- I know―" She started but I cut her off with my own advice for her.

"That's good that you actually know something. You need to think about Niccolo's good and do things that are pleasant for him. Don't you? You are in no status to have a legit relationship with any man nor are you good enough for anyone. You are being his weakness and I will not let him get hurt."

I hope she gets my point. I may be called heartless but this is all I am doing for my friend. I don't want him to spend his precious years of youth in love with a woman he cannot settle with. I know I'm proving to be an evil person here but I don't care what I am as long as it's for my friend.

she looked lost and sad but I'm Leonardo Bianchi and I can detect such lowlife's acting. This is not new to me.

"I-I'm trying to make him realize the same thing. But I know I'm the major threshold in his way so I will... I will..." She choked and tried to get back to her calm self.

"Well, do whatever you like but I do not want Niccolo hurt in any way. You will see hell if he gets hurt by you. I promise." I said immediately with no remorse but somewhere in my cold icy heart, it pricked me for what I did just now.

Just then, another young man in mask came near me asking for the hand in dance of the lady in my arms. As I passed on to her next dance partner, I looked around to spot my Lilliput fiancée and have few comfortable moments with her.

Now that I've fulfilled the duties of a good friend, I should now start fulfill duties of a very very good fiancée for my Lilliput.

I cannot stay here.

I cannot stand in this elite crowd as if I'm one of them and I'm leading a happiest moment of my life.

No I can't.

I... I like Mr. Giant, no doubt. If ever I was allowed to dream for something possible, then I would be dreaming to have true love in my life and spend my life with him. But I'm not allowed for that.

I cannot let the little liking he has for me to get destroyed due to the secret horrendous life I'm living.

I walked out of the party and hailed a cab to go away from here... for now.

I reached my room and fell on bed and cried out for all the things I missed and I'm missing due to having this different life than others.

I cried for myself.

Just then, my room door slowly opened and Rick entered slowly with a tray full of food for me. I hugged him tightly and cried in arms for God knows how many hours and Rick kept on patting my back as a gesture of comforting me.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I shook my head but did not explain what's wrong.

"Pheobe just came few minutes ago and is now packing for her tomorrow's departure. Aren't you going to have a final chat with her? Go, we'll talk about other things later."

Yes, Rick was right. I need spend last few hours with Phoebe. Don't know when we'll be able to meet again.

Clearing my tears, I assured Rick that I'd do that.

Walking into Phoebe's room, I saw her standing near the open window, deep in thoughts.

"May I help you in anything?" I asked with a fake enthusiasm. She gave me a small smile and shook her head pointing to the small suitcase she packed long back.

"Is that only luggage you are going to take with you? What about the things your lover gave with so much affection? Don't you want to take them with you?" I questioned with a little gasp.

"No. Those gifts, jewels, purses, clothes, they doesn't have any value in my life anymore as the giver himself is no longer a part of it." She said softly with a trail of a tear rolled from her eyes.

I was silent. I don't know what to say. This is a paradox situation where you don't know if you need to encourage her with a bright smile that she is finally getting out of this hell hole or should I be sad and comforting her for losing the only person she loved at the cost of her freedom.

Both seemed to be right, yet both seemed to be unjust too.

"You need to clear things with Mr. Bianchi before it gets out of hands." She urged suddenly bring grief back with rocket speed.

Clear things out?

How?

I cannot just give away my secret nor can I think of resigning since he has a great history of making me take back the resignation in style.

"He will not leave me when he set his eyes on me, Phoebe. The engagement announcement was plan to tie me up with him in public so that I don't have many option to go out of his well weaved web." I complained. I know Mr. Giant too well to expect mercy from him.

He will not listen or understand anything unless he gets what he wants, either it be a business deal or a lady in question.

"Do you love him?"

Love?

I love him?

The question got me into more trouble. What should I say now?

Do I love him?

"I don't know." I answered meekly.

"You don't if you love him or not, or you don't know if you can love him or not?"

"Aren't they same? Neither can I love him nor can I admit the truth that I do can love him" I said to which she raised an eyebrow at me mockingly.

It's true.

I saw Phoebe struggling to keep her feeling in control and suffer a lot due to them. She was always sad at the thought of leaving her lover one day and I don't want to be in the same shoes as her. I already lost my brother now Phoebe is going away from me. So love and attachment are not something I can afford.

"I, no doubt like him a lot. He was the first person to bring out the sides in me I didn't know existed. I was so comfortable bickering with him. I like showing ground to him. I like to tease his so called high-end costly ego. I like working for him even though he made me do many odd jobs and tired me. I like threatening him with his first love ― food. Hell, I even like the feeling of slightly fearing him. But love, I don't think that would ever happen." I clarified her.

She just looked at me for few long seconds and gave me a piece of paper in which a phone number is written.

"Here, this is my new number I took under different name. Only you and Rick know this. Call me whenever you need to talk but do not at any cost give this number to anyone. Not even to the person who might come looking for me here." I nodded understanding the feeling.

Just then Rick came into the room with an envelope and gave it to Phoebe. "Here is your ticket and details about your temporary stay. You can move out from there once you find your own accommodation and a job. You need to sleep now as your flight is in the wee hours of the morning." Phoebe left out a heavy sign nodding slowly.

Rick left signing me to leave as well. I stood up and hugged her only last time. I tried so much not to cry but these rebelling tears finally won.

I was about to leave the room when her words stopped me. "A small advice, Sienna. Sometimes, it takes time for a person to understand his own feelings. You cannot just put each of your foot on two boats to live either way, you'll fall and drown. Decide what you want quickly before any other decisions made by other person compel you to do what you are against. Either try to search answers for your liking to him inside you and tell him your secret to avoid further complications or you decide on leaving him with a strong reason saving your secret."

I know what she meant.

This is not the time for me to think. This is the time for me to decide what to do next. I need to be strong and sacrifice one thing to get other.

I need to suppress my liking for him and save him from myself.

I need to go away from him.

This is the right thing to do but why am I crying?

No- No I cannot be weak. I need to harden my heart and break this engagement and his heart to protect it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Two days later, I walked in to the building I was working from few months and noticed everyone looking at me with envy and disgusted looks. I lowered my eyes and quickly got into the elevator.

Oh dear Angels, How do I ever make everything right!

The next morning after Christmas party, Phoebe left us with many tears and well wishes.

Mr. Giant called me many times in these two days but I didn't answer them. I don't know what to answer.

After two days of thinking so much, I came to a decision to reject his offer of marrying him by telling him that I don't like him and show him the mirror of his bad behavior towards me.

But then, he is not a kind of person who let me speak my views if he knows that all he gets is the negative answer. So with a heavy heart, I wrote a letter.

A letter about my secret.

A letter where I described everything about me.

It was like squeezing the life out of me while writing this letter. But it should be done. I will first try to make him realize how incompatible we are if he doesn't listen then I will give him the letter as I cannot ever tell the truth on my own.

I just hope it gets clarified by words.

I walked into Mr. Giant's room without knocking with the determination of setting everything right and breaking this so called engagement.

I opened the door and looked around the room only to find it empty.

"By the spark in your eyes, I assume you are looking for your handsome, hot Fiancée." I felt Mr. Giant's breath on my ear. He was standing so close to me and wrapped his taut muscular hands around me and places his head above my head.

"No- I... am-"I lost my speech, when his fingers are making circles on my stomach and his head nuzzling mine. Or trying to as I am so short than him.

"Tell me Lilliput. What kind of wedding you prefer" Oh God, why is he acting so sweet all of a sudden as if a multi personality patient.

I was about to answer with a nothing when he placed a kiss on my check and continued "A baby first and make him an attendant in his parent's wedding or the traditional way? I am good with anything."

What kind of question is that? I wanted to scream 'No' but I controlled my anger and squirmed to get out of his flaming arms.

"Sir, I don't want to –" He tightened his grip around me and licked my earlobe to seize any words coming out from me.

"Sir? Call me Leo. You are my fiancée and it is only right to call me with my name or any endearments. But I prefer 'master' in bedroom." He rasped making the hair on my skin stand up. He nuzzled my neck and kept kissing there.

"Why- are you – doing this?" I stammered. He is not letting me speak and I know it is intentional.

He wanted to stop any disagreement from me and he is very clever to use physical intimacy to achieve it.

Very clever!

"You are mine and I can kiss you whenever I want." He clarified and bites my ear sensually to prove his point. I gritted my teeth to stop the new pleasure building inside me.

"Don't act smart Mr. Bianchi. You know what I'm talking about. I don't want to marry ―" He yet again stopped the words in the middle by turning me around and taking my lips into a powerful kiss.

He enveloped my lips with his warm ones and bit them. I started punching his chest with my small fists but seems like it didn't work much. He pulled me towards him more and plastered me towards him if possible and picked me up with one arm around my waist and other arm around my head to continue the kiss.

I couldn't think about anything right now. It's like all my brain activities are shut down and the only thing I can feel is him.

His lips, his arms, his chest and his whole body.

I was kissed by many but Mr. Giant's kiss was special. It was possessive and a description of passion.

He walked and sat on his chair making me tangle his waist with my legs and sat me in his lap. He didn't for once thought of taking a puff of air. He continued to kiss me with so much rough passion.

I am feeling things I shouldn't. I tried to pry myself away from him but it only made him kiss me roughly.

I, somehow after a very long session of make out, jerked away from him a little with tears rolling down my eyes don't know why.

I need to do this even it hurts me. Even it hurts him. It's better to hurt him a little now rather than hurt him a lot later.

I pulled out the letter from my skirt pocket and placed it in his hands "Sir, you need to read this to ―"

"What the did you do to her? Where is my Phoebe?" I was cut off by the very angry looking Niccolo barging into the room with blood red eyes and clothes all ruffled. I immediately stepped away from Mr. Giant and bit by cheek from inside in nervousness. He strode towards Mr. Giant and pulled him by his collar.

Oh god No!

Niccolo is Phoebe's lover?