Ella Williamson...I sat tense in front of the man Elijah left me with. The man sat with his eyes planted on me. Even though there was a safe distance between us and there was a large coffee table separating us, the man's presence made me feel really uncomfortable.It was worse than being in the same room as Elijah.The man, thankfully, didn't try to strike any conversations.Looking away from the man, I roamed my eyes around the front room, hoping to distract myself from his gaze.The place was small yet beautiful. It was not at all what I had expected it to be when we were driving through all of those security teams.The man Elijah came to see, Dante, must be very important if he was being protected by all of those men.The house was very homey.The inside was warm and super clean. There was a small kitchen by one corner of the front room and a window opposite from it with a killer view of the night sky. It looked like the perfect place to relax and have a morning coffee or a
I sat at the empty dining table, moving food around the plate as my appetite has been a little low.The image of Elijah's scars have been popping in my head ever since I saw them about a week ago.The pattern and the map the scars created were engraved in my head. In the last week, I've had close to zero interactions with Elijah and Cane, and even Dalinda.I wasn't too sad about not being in the same room as the two men or in the same bed as Elijah. After that one night I definitely felt his arm around me, Elijah hasn't come to bed. And I have to say, I was enjoying a few hours of comfortable sleep.But not having Dalinda around reminded me how lonely I was. The old woman was a very great companion. I loved hearing her talk about the times of her youth.But lately, I've been seeing her for maybe a few minutes before she would suddenly disappear.I glanced over my shoulder towards the open kitchen and watched as Dalinda and her husband Milton had a very hushed conversation. I couldn'
My head was spinning as I looked at the pile of Canvases thrown by the trash at the back of the Mansion.Every single painting I've ever made was thrown near the trash, obvious about to be ridden off.I rushed over to the pile and looked down at the first canvas. It was the final painting I'd made after we got the news about father's accident.It wasn't finished yet and I'd thought about finishing it before I was told I would be marrying a stranger.I followed the thick purple brushes against the canvas with my eyes, tracing the purple paint flowing out of a flipped car.I'd used purple as blood for about six years now because I wasn't able to stand the sight of red.I shifted my eyes to the rest of the different sized canvases, wondering what they were doing here.As I was staring down at the canvases, I saw a small droplet of water hit the purple paint. A frown covered my face before I tiled my head up and stared at the sky.I let out a silent gasp as another droplets fell on my ri
Elijah Smith...I listened to the marketing team's leader present the new marketing ideas without actually understanding what he was saying.My presence might be heavy in the room but my mind was elsewhere.I was constantly thinking about the recent conversations I've had with Dante and Cane.Harvey, Dante's close guard, reported that the Vipers were moving in to the city quickly than we had expected, and their advances have been quite bold.A few days ago, I got an angry call from Dante and he told me that the new toys we were bringing in were hijacked by our rivals and not a single weapon made it in to our hands.This has happened a long time ago. But during that time, we were tricked by someone within our circle as our transported goods were widely known by many.But now, only a number of people know about the exact date the shipments would come in. Only Dante, Harvey, Cane and myself knew about the exact date. The rest of the group would know once the good have arrived, wh
I stomped in to my study and threw the scarf I had in my hand in to the trash.I ignored Cane's and Dalinda's eyes and walked over to my desk before I dropped myself in my chair.Anger was still boiling at the pit of my stomach.Cane and Dalinda shared a look before they shifted their eyes back to me."What happened?" Dalinda asked.I leaned back in to my seat and balled my hands."She won't say." I replied."I don't think we should just jump in to conclusions. Maybe Ella run in to Kevin at the park." Dalinda offered."What was she even doing there?" I asked."The park isn't that far away from the Williamson's Mansion. Maybe she went to visit her family..." Cane suggested before he let out a sigh."I haven't been paying attention to her to the point that she just walk out. What if something bad happened to her?" Dalinda sighed this time.She's not a child, I couldn't understand how the two looked worried about her.I opened the mirrored phone and looked through it incase I find anythi
Ella Williamson...I startled awake in bed and glanced at my phone to see the time. It was close to seven.I noticed a few text message notification on my phone and I slowly sat up.I rubbed my eyes with the ball of my hands before I picked up the phone again and looked at it with tired eyes.All of the texts were of course from Elizabeth.She had promised that she would have the paintings that I'd saved sent to this house, but apparently there was a delay and she promised to send it tomorrow.She also apologized multiple times and explained that she had no idea that our mother would throw my canvases away.I believed her.Seeing as it was night time, I decided to text her back tomorrow and placed my phone back on the nightstand.I glanced beside me and saw that the bed was empty.My eyes then moved to the window. I couldn't believe it was already night time.Earlier after Elijah ripped the scarf Detective Kevin gave me from around my neck and stormed off, I was alone for about t
My soul nearly left my body when I heard Elijah groan. I closed my eyes to block the few of the blade stabbing Elijah.My breath was coming out in a short huff as I slowly opened my eyes again.It took my eyes a few second to adjust to the dark again, and what I saw shocked me.Elijah had managed to stop the knife from going in to his face with his right hand. The knife did go through his hand, forcing another grunt out of him, but he quickly gained his momentum.He struck the intruder with his left hand so hard that the other man nearly fell off of him. Using the opportunity, Elijah grabbed the man by the hair and pulled his head down. He locked the other man's head under his left arm and held him in a guillotine chock hold.The other man immediately started pulling away from Elijah, but he wrapped his legs around the intruders waist and kept the man in place.The intruder struggled for a few more seconds before his movement started getting slower and slower until he finally stopped
Elijah Smith...I looked down at the bloody footprints left on the stairs with a frown. Shining my phone flash light at it, I examined the prints. They were too small to be mine and Dalinda's.I worked my jaw as I remembered how I'd left Ella in the dark hall after I'd told her to go to my bedroom.Could she have stupidly followed me? And if she had, then how did I not notice her?A groan brought my attention to the basement and I made a mental note to have a conversation with Ella before I turned the fash light of my phone off before I shoved it in to my pocket and walked back in to the basement.The man was slowly starting to wake up, which was good, because I wanted to finish this as soon as possible.I walked over to the long table with weapons lined up on it and picked up a red towel.My right hand was heavily bleeding but with how I was able to still move it, I figured the blade didn't do much damage.I wrapped the towel around my right hand and glanced at the man. I picke
I felt kisses all over my face.What a great way to wake up in the morning.I pealed my eyes open and glanced at my husband with a smile stretching my lips.Ah, the gorgeous smile on his face made me want to faint. I reached up and tapped my pointing finger on my lips, making Elijah chuckle.He leaned down to press his lips against mine, giving me a sweet good morning kiss."Good morning." He said after he pulled away."Good morning." I whispered in a very small voice.The smile that spread across his face was proof of how right my decision was to go through with the surgery Doctor Morgan recommended.Six months after our beautiful baby girls Violet and Rose had been born, I had decided that it was time for me to go through with the voice box treatment.As always, Elijah was super supportive, as were everyone else in the mansion.Doctor Morgan helped me with the preparations for the surgery while the doctor who would perform it flew in just for my treatment.The old doctor warned me th
I sat tense in the back seat of the car. Elijah had his arms around me as our driver drove us to the court house.Two and a half hours had passed since I helped my husband with his necktie, and the two of us left our mansion.We did eat out just like Elijah had promised we would. I was able to force myself to relax as I was sharing breakfast with my wonderful and attentive husband, but the second I realized that it was time for us to go to the court house, I started getting nervous again.Eating such a large portion of sweet pancakes and a full glass of milk might have been a big mistake because I felt like I was going to throw up.The feeling in my chest almost felt like I was on a scary ride at the amusement park that was shooting me up to the sky before I plummeted down to the ground and then back up to repeat the same process over and over again.It was a very sickening feeling, hence, the need to throw up."Just keep holding on to me, Love. I'm here for you." Elijah said, forcing
Ella Smith...I gently moved both of my hands over my belly, looking at the many flowers in the garden.I had a feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach at the thought of the events that are meant to take place on the very next day.It's been almost a month since Julia came to this mansion to speak to me, and ask to me drop the charges against Elizabeth. At that time, I had no idea what those charged against my twin sister were on the account of how distant and distraught I was for those days.Seeing my mother was extremely hard for me. And listening to her was ten times harder. When Elijah first told me that she was here and that he was having her sent away, something deep inside of me wanted to see her. Somehow, I just knew it would be the last time I would ever see my mother.I wanted to hear her out, not just to close a chapter in my life. There was a dumb hope in my chest that was telling me that my mother was here to apologize and maybe try to mend things. It was stupid
"Send that woman away." I ordered the new gate guard before I hung up the phone.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Ella never told me to do anything to her mother, so I wasn't sure how to approach this yet. Should I have Julia meet the same fate as her favorite daughter, or should I have her forced away from the city?With how deep in the ground the Williamson's name was, it wouldn't be that hard to deal with the very last Williamson left in this town.I heard a knock on my door, and I instantly knew it was Ella, on the accounts of how my door was open and Ella would knock to get my attention, while the rest would just call out to get my attention.I looked up and watched as she slowly walked in. I noticed her bump seemed slightly bigger than last week. She's growing every single day.I offered her my hand, which she took the second she was near me. "Who was that?" She signed once she settled on my lap. "You heard me?" I asked, to which she nodded her head. "Both
I stopped the car in front of the widely opened front door. The sky was starting to light up as it was close, or maybe even past five in the morning. I didn't even bother to cut the engine before I pushed the door open and stumbled out of the driver's seat.I ran to the front door and rushed into the hall.I had to stop at how metallic the air smelled. Bodies laid in front of me, some being moved by our men.Kevin was the first one who caught my eyes."What the heck happened here?" I yelled at him. "Elijah..." He called out, ready to explain why there were bodies in and out of the house. But I stopped him, understanding that I couldn't care less about the dead people."Where is my wife?" I quickly asked. In the split second Kevin remained silent, unimaginable thoughts started invading my mind. In that small second, it felt like my life had flashed before my eyes.Kevin sighed."She's in the hall to the dining room. She refused to leave. She's been there for a few hours now." Kevin
Elijah Smith...It was a blood bath.Starting from the point we discovered one of our men dead in the surveillance room, up to the point we fought our way out of the mansion, we were bathing with blood.My shoulder was killing me. I caught the bullet when we first came across the men in the surveillance room, and it was making fighting for our life ten tines harder than it needed to be.The entire Viper mansion was ringing with gun shots. I was concerned for Cane and Connor, as they were the closest to Elliot.Once we killed our way out of the mansion and back into the nasty exit, they stopped following us, which was why we had to get to the car fast so we would be able to return to the mansion to help the twins and the Vipers.All Victor wanted us to do was get his daughter out of the mansion in case he wanted to burn it down, his words, not mine.And we did just that. After taking the girl to our car, we left her there with the getaway driver and the man who was following us before
Ella Smith...Pain exploded on my shoulder. I instinctively dropped to the ground and reached out for my left shoulder.The bullet had grazed me, but it still forced tears to my eyes.I heard Detective Kevin cuss before he shot towards the direction the bullet came from.His gun only had two rounds left, and the second it stopped firing, he stood up to cover me with his body.More shots were fired, and I was afraid the detective might have taken them for me. But one looked over my shoulder, and I saw that the shots fired were coming from the stairs, and Dalinda was the one who had the gun in her hands this time."Get out of there." She called out as Milton rushed past her to help Detective Kevin and I to move to the stairs."Miles." The detective called out before he started running back to the sitting room.The split second we were all distracted, Elizabeth shot at us again.All of us dropped to the floor. Blood spilled down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I looked up to se
Elijah Smith...Cane decided to stay in the surveillance room to keep an eye on everyone, especially Connor and Elliot.I left two men with him and left the surveillance room with Dante and one other man, and we decided to go to the rotting rooms to find Victor's daughter. I shot him a text to let him know that our group was the closest to his daughter and that we were about to help her out, that was so he would be able to focuse on the real task at hand."You really believe this marriage will work?" I whispered to Dante as we started making our way through the halls."It better work. You two are expecting a kid now." Dante replied, forcing me to roll my eyes. "You know damn well whose marriage I'm talking about." I hissed at him."Trust me, Elijah. It will work." Dante finally replied before we came to a stop at a cornor.I looked down at my phone when a low buzz came from it and saw that there was a text from Cane."Two armed men coming your way." Was what Cane sent me.I showe
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed