Caroline’s POV:“How dare you touch my dress? You bitch!” Elizabeth’s expression was nothing short of ferocious. All of that elegance and sweetness she had just displayed for Jean had vanished into thin air. She raised her hand just a bit higher before bringing it down, the back of her hand aiming
Caroline’s POV:With William’s entrance, a switch was flipped, and we were both immediately reminded of the only other person in the room. “Brother William!” Elizabeth became practically giddy with excitement and pushed me away to get to William.I stumbled and very nearly crashed to the ground, bu
Caroline’s POV:Before I knew it, my vision began to blur. It could only ever be because of the pain embedded in my stomach, but part of me knew it was spurred on by the agony of this betrayal. Strong arms wrapped around me, and yet I couldn’t even clearly see who held me. But all I could think was
Caroline’s POV:Just when I thought he wouldn’t agree to my request, he suddenly stiffened and looked away. Conflict danced across his face before he finally decided to speak.“Where do you want to go?” he inquired. “No matter where it is, I can accompany you.” I had to keep myself from scoffing at
Caroline’s POV:I should have been happy to hear that I had had a fighting chance. After all, what was once considered a death sentence for me had completely flipped onto its head and turned into a real possibility of survival. Or, I should have been singing praises from the rooftops and dancing po
William’s POV:Thankfully, the rest of the workday had remained relatively uneventful, allowing me a stress-free afternoon in preparation for dinner later that evening. My thoughts lingered on what I could say to placate Elizabeth and how to get out of there as quickly as possible.Later that eveni
Caroline’s POV:My day had been so chaotic that I grew suspicious when William never returned to the villa as he said he would. Was the universe finally giving me a break from his overbearing presence? It seemed so, and I could only thank fate for finally showing me mercy on that day. Although the
Caroline’s POV:The next day arrived and I packed my bags in preparation for a nice stay in a hotel for a whole week. Gerald came to help me as soon as he saw me carrying my suitcase downstairs. “Packing your bags, Miss Caroline?” he asked, taking my things over to the front door. “May I ask where