Lucas's POV 'Smack!'Lucas was slapped so hard in the face that all he could feel was a wave of pain racing through his features. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to his mother-in-law, Margaret Ross's, angry expression, glaring at him.He had hoped that the party would go off without a hitch. His wife, Piper Ross, was celebrating her 28th birthday and had prepared a lavish party to entertain the guests. He should have been there, standing by her side, but she didn't want her incompetent and useless husband to make her look bad.His face contorted in pain, and he instinctively reached for it, tenderly holding it to relieve the searing discomfort. He could feel the ring on Margaret's finger, leaving a trace on his face. It was going to swell, he thought.Lucas looked around, noticing the various looks on the faces of the guests who had witnessed the incident. They all shared one expression: disgust.It wasn't the first time he'd seen that expression on someone's face, so he was

Lucas's POV He should be dead, Lucas thought as he pried his eyes open. The light in the room was blinding, forcing him to close his eyes instantly.He could feel the plush bed he was lying on and hear the beeping of the machine above his head. He knew he was in the hospital because of the odor in the air, but how? he pondered.He attempted to open his eyes once more, this time as slowly as he could. Lucas could hear distant voices but was drawn towards the source of sound in the room as his eyes focused on the television."The storm yesterday was sudden, as even the weather forecast had not predicted it," the newscaster said.A storm? What happened the day before? He kept asking himself that question. He would not be aware, though, because Elton Ross had shot him.The newscaster read out the news while appearing exhausted. "The west part of the city experienced a total blackout due to the storm," she stated.His eyes scanned the room he was in, taking in the size and his surrounding

Lucas's POVAfter spending six days in the hospital, it was evident to Lucas that he was now Nathaniel Hayes, or residing in the man's body.Over the days, he watched different people come into his room and drool over him, babbling about how pleased they were that he was now awake.Every media house in the country was broadcasting the news of the remarkable recovery of Nathaniel Hayes. No one could explain how someone who had been in a coma for ten years suddenly recovered without any first indicators, not even the doctors."All good." Dr. Maxwell muttered after checking over his vitals. The doctor had told him that it was as if he had just woken up from a normal slumber and not a coma.Lucas nodded and started to button his black designer shirt. He was being discharged from the hospital that afternoon, and Dr. Maxwell wanted to be careful by doing extra rounds of tests to make sure that he was okay.He stroked his chest, feeling the scar from the gunshot wound beneath his hand. "I ca

Lucas's POVNathaniel Hayes had a well-disciplined life. His day started at exactly five o’clock in the morning. Lucas was roughly made aware of that fact every morning when the alarm clock near his bed went off, disrupting his sleep. If he didn’t get up, then someone came to rouse him after fifteen minutes.After waking up, he headed to the built-in gym in the mansion to work out for roughly an hour. Scott joined him on some occasions to merely run the treadmill and talk before leaving him to continue as he went to work.He realized that Scott bonded well with his brother, Nathaniel, during those rare moments that they worked out together. He also saw that Scott was a damn talker in the morning while he still had his full energy like he was doing now."I'm saying, maybe it’s time you come back to the company you know. Keep yourself busy. I hate to confess this, but I know nothing about operating a company." Scott whined, coming to stand above him as he watched Lucas lift the weight,

Scott's POVNathan gasped the moment they entered the office, causing him to turn around to see what had happened, but instead, he saw his brother standing by the door with wide eyes."It's fucking huge!” Nathan mumbled.Huge? Scott thought, looking around the office with a frown. "Do you mean the office?” he asked in an uncertain voice.Nathan nodded, walking into the office as if it were the first time he was stepping foot inside the office. He watched his brother trace the edge of the large mahogany table like he had done with the table in his room.It was strange for Scott to see Nathan this excited over an office he had literally grown up in. Nathan had spent hours in this same office, working alongside their father and discussing deals. The fact that he had forgotten the office was sad.Scott offered Nathan a brief smile when his brother flicked his gaze towards him. He leaned against the back of the couch and folded his hands over his chest, watching Nathan."You got that table