ELENAS POVThe weekends were never enough to to get over the rollercoaster of activities in a week especially since my team had been assigned a new project at the company. It was the perfect slap on Karen's face to have won the custody of the project but I had a nagging feeling she would try to sabotage me like always. Anyways that wasn't my concern as I robotically prepared for work, constantly zoning out which seemed to have become my thing in the last few days. No, scratch that! Since I got stuck in this sham of a contract marriage. Rough, callous hands blindfold my eyes from behind making me yelp out of my reverie. “The fuck Adrian!”, I snapped in irritation, instantly pushing him off with my elbow while trying to keep my feet steady and push away the traumatic incident about to flood my mind again. Adrian backs off a little with a carefree smile plastered on his face and perhaps it would fool everyone that he's changed, maybe a little. But I just can't seem to notice a hint
LUCAS' POV“What the fuck is taking so long James?”, I yelled through my phone, pulling my hair in frustration as the words Elena said replayed in my head every second. But why didn't she call me to save her? Did she not think I was reliable enough?FLASHBACK***I just unwrapped my sandwich about to eat it when a hand swatted it away while I watched as each corner rolled until every part of it was coated in the sand. My eyes instantly brimmed with tears as I looked up to face Adrian and his gang laughing at my pathetic state with their fingers pointed at me as they mimicked and made fun of me. Suddenly, a familiar sharp voice scolded them from afar. “Leave him alone you losers!”, said Elena, the same girl who defends me in class, always catching me off guard. If guardian angels were real then she was mine. Her honey brown hair swayed care freely as she stormed over with green eyes that seemed to be set ablaze. “What are you, his momma?”, Said Robert, one of Adrian's gang then the
LUCAS' POVI groggily flutter my eyes open to the direct sun rays penetrating through he tinted glasses of car in my eyes and the harsh, hissing sound from the engine gradually becomes clearer. My hand instantly goes to my forehead for any sign of injury but all I can feel is a bump- a huge one so, I instinctively stare at the deflated airbag in front of me, instantly realizing the reason I'm not being rushed to the hospital by now. “Fuck”, I groan in frustration, rubbing the back of my head to ease the throbbing pain there as I attempt to get out of the car. My eyes quickly adjust to the scorching afternoon sun providing me the answer to how long I'd been unconscious. But who was the fucker that hit me? My eyes quickly spotted the white, sleek BMW with a damaged bumper few metres away from me. My senses instantly heightened as I slowly tiptoed to the car, praying to get my hands on the bastard and make him die a second death. Although I readily awaited the attack from my father's
Elena's POVMy chin trembles in anger and my eyes well up with tears but I refuse to let them out and give Mrs Hawthorne the satisfaction she wants. A harsh sting flows through my hands as they heavily land on my desk but I don't care in that moment. “You will not talk about my mother that way, Mrs Hawthorne”, I warn, still trembling from anger and my resolve to not cry slowly crumbles when a lone tear slides down my cheek. “You can call me names all you want but, my mother is out of this. Out of your lips!”, I continue, fighting the temptation to tear that victorious smirk off her face, openly mocking my outburst. “Why are you so worked up about it Elena?”, says Mrs Hawthorne in a much gentle tone, a pleased smile tugging the corner of her lips as she advances closer until her hands rest on my desk returning my challenging glares with a look of disdain. “I didn't ask your hero of a father to be a theif and a coward at the same time, letting his precious daughter pay for his crimes”
ELENA'S POVI would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't shocked at the realization because my entire world crumbled right before my eyes. Even though I never acknowledged his ‘caring’ actions in the past few days since the incident, a small part of me wished he'd really changed and maybe we could coexist peacefully after all. “What are you saying Elena?”, Adrian asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes but I could still see the menace behind them. I refused to retreat backwards as he took slow steps towards me, his usual attempt to intimidate me. “You stay right there Adrian!”, I command harshly, my forefinger pointed at him, trying to steady my shaky tone underneath. To my delight, he actually stops but his gaze still pierces me from afar. “I have tried to be nice towards you all this time Elena, yet you still find a way to always make me look bad huh?”, says Adrian quietly, a mixture of unknown emotions rush through his voice making m raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Tried to be
ELENA'S POVThe golden sunset covered the sky in all it's glory as I walked home in slumped shoulders and a depressed aura. Heavy beads of sweat clings to my pores while I tiredly drag my feet home, too exhausted to think anymore. I couldn't deny the facts any longer. Alicia was right. Perhaps Lucas and I once had something together but, things were never going to be the same again. At least not for us. I pushed the gate open, stepping inside the familiar villa now known as my home. Releasing a long sigh of exasperation to my usual reality behind those doors, I instantly plan to sneak up to my room peacefully. Just for tonight. As usual, the maids begin to whisper at the sight of my arrival and most do not bother to hide the contempt on their faces when they see me. Thankfully, I'm a grown ass independent woman who gladly loves to do things by herself. While my classmates and colleagues always called me a “spoiled princess”, I was a normal, average hardworking girl indoors. My mot
ELENA'S POVI was always a stranger in this house but tonight, as I sprawled on the couch shifting in different positions, it dawned on me that I was like a beggar in my own home, who ate the crumbs from whatever he was offered. Adrian remained adamant about us sharing a room and seeing that Miss Campbell, the Hawthorne's family housekeeper was suddenly assigned here, it was pretty clear whose idea this was. Although that didn't stop the troop of ladies waltzing in and out of the house like bees in a swamp. I groaned into a pillow beside me as the moans from upstairs were getting unbearable every passing day. Oh God! Another heavy makeup tomorrow! This had become a routine in the last week. “She's like the mistress”, a voice whispered past me in a mocking tone making me instantly shut my eyes tightly like I was sound asleep. “God, I hope he responds to my advances soon. I can't wait to bring this house down with my screams”, another said, giggling in between until their voices comp
ELENA'S POVKaren wouldn't tell anyone in the company right? She would be smart enough to think about Adrian's reputation since she's his supposed fiancee. Damn Adrian! Damn him! My usual sharp tongue couldn't utter a single word in front of her. How could I deny my smudged lipstick and glistening eyes which was actually due to anger. But someone like Karen would gladly take it the wrong way. My heart raced faster than my legs as I tried to foretell the lengths Karen would go just to hurt me with the information she found out about Adrian and I. Sure enough, there were more eyes on me today than usual but, I returned each one with a shaky wave and an awkward smile, subtly gritting my teeth in annoyance. Karen did it. Everyone knew. Great! I rushed straight to my office, sighing in relief as I settled down alone, away from the judgemental stares of everyone out there. Turning on my computer and going straight to my emails as I always did every morning, the first email instantly cau
LUCAS' POV Nathan stormed towards us as soon as I parked in the underground parking lot, “If I didn't know better, I'll think you were on your honey moon”, he said, his voice filled with spite and anger. I straightened my suit striding along with him and keeping an emotionless expression on my face. “Where is she?”, I asked, blatantly ignoring his remarks. “In your office, last time I checked”, he shortly replied. “Should we go there first?”, he asked curiously. I shook my head sideways, making a beeline to the conference room. Even though I was sick of standing those greedy bastards for even a second more, I still had to..for now. A guard hurriedly pushed the door open giving room for us to enter but instead of a full room, my gaze swept around the empty chairs and dusty tables. How predictable of those money sucking fools? My eyes dimmed as I noted down each of them, determined to uproot them from my company, starting with that bitch, Katrina. “Let's go”, I muttered coldly, st
ELENA'S POV Having breakfast at the table was weird for me but Lucas and his sister's constant banter made it less weird. Despite the troubling call yesterday which made the three of us awfully silent, the twin siblings still found a way to jab at each other with their words. I mostly chuckled, other times choking down my food which I intentionally took my time to nibble on. Soon, my life was going to go from something to nothing all again. Every bit of happiness was taken away from me the moment I’d just started getting used to it, so why bother to hold on to any at all. My lost gaze found their way to Lucas again, sitting across the table passing glares to his sister who chewed slowly in satisfaction at her brother's expected reaction. A soft smile tugged on the corner of my lips as I instantly saw the love that had grown between them within just a day of…bonding, I guess. Although they still had a lot to uncover about their family but somehow being together made it seem less bu
LUCAS POV Pregnant? A bomb exploded in my ears as I took a few involuntarily steps back taking in her somber expression and her leaner stature that looked nothing like her. “She was far worse than this when we brought her here”, Lucille said, like she read my mind. “I had to check her pictures twice to make sure”. Elena casted a glare towards Lucille, warning her to keep her mouth shut then awkwardly took a few shameful glances at me. “You know, this could be a hot topic for the media”, Lucille spoke up again, her shiny eyes seemed to be enjoying every moment of this. This time, my icy glares were directed at her almost regretting having her for a sister and a twin at that. “You're now officially a side piece huh”, she continued to tease, not in the least affected by my cold gaze. “Shut up Lucille”, Elena and I snapped at the same time, already fed up of her blunt and embarrassing remarks. “Lena how? Did he force you? James mentioned he saw you at the hospital and I've been text
ELENA’S POVI stared out the window out of my strangely well furnished room they threw me in for days now. After banging endlessly and even attempting an hunger strike, the pregnancy hormones didn't let me live up to my determination. Although I had no idea where I was but this place was awfully quiet and weirdly peaceful giving me some sort of much needed break. I twisted my less sore wrists which weren't tied to anywhere that they began to feel numb and swollen. My eyes wandered back to the blinking red dot at the top corner of the room knowing I was being watched. “Hey if you can hear me, at least tell me if I'm going to die or not”, I yelled towards it, turning back to the window facing the deserted island. Soon the door opened, letting in carts of food and different snacks making me sigh in frustration. “Uhm I just finished eating a full meal. Maybe you could bring it back later”, I said to one of the maids, wearing an apologetic expression but they all continued to do their j
LUCAS' POV I puffed out a smoke watching the sun set from the balcony connected to my room. The previous night had gone exactly as I planned leaving me with a pile of questions I never thought to ask ever since.Why exactly did she find me then? She would have easily given the company to her son, Henry and kept her knowledge of me a secret. Perhaps I'd have liked it better if I never knew the truth about my family. Why did she get me to come back and act nice to me, if this was her plan all along? Something just didn't add up here. Another frustrated groan escaped my lips for the tenth time as I put out the cigarette, striding back into my room and laying down.My phone buzzed on the table besides my bed indicating a text and just as I picked it up, Nathan's heavy feet stormed into my room with a heavy expression as the announced the same dreaded words appearing on my screen. “Elena's gone missing”. My feet touched the ground almost instantly as I beckoned him to the balcony where
CHAPTER 63LUCAS POV The Everhart's family Villa upstate was a place I never considered to be home for lots of reasons. Asides from visiting here once to go through the documents my father left me, I'd never been here again. I wasn't blind to the hatred and anger steaming from them during my formal introduction as the new heir of the Everhart family and businesses. Nathan carefully rolled me towards the main entrance murmuring bitterly under his breath. “I don't get why we have to do this Lucas, we could just lock every single one of those haggard faces and torture them until they cough up their last breath”, he whined endlessly, eyeing the entire mansion in contempt. My cold, scrutinizing eyes were no different from Nathan's but his continuous whinings eased up my expression a bit. “I’m disappointed in you Nathan. You've been the business advisor to my father for years and you still don't know my family is more complicated than you think”, I calmly retorted, lowering my tone as w
ELENA'S POV The dull weather perfectly complimented my mood today as I moped into thin air still laying on the bed with my hands tied to each sides. I had not made a single sound or attempted to struggle when the doctors came and left each single day for a freaking week. According to Mrs Hawthorne, “we need to make sure there's no single escape no matter what”, she'd said, eyeing me in her usual contemptuous gaze. As for Adrian, I never caught a glance of him during these traumatizing sessions and the entire period I was locked in here but the moanings and loud music from his room kept me up for days straight. “Get me a mirror”, I muttered lowly, pretending not to notice miss Edith's face lit up in joy from the corner of my eyes as she raised her head to look at me. It was a surprise even for me but I couldn't help it, at least not after an entire month has passed. Although I wished to soar my dark world alone without having anyone to share my pain, anger or even irritation with b
LUCAS' POV My ears were the first to come alive to the steady beep sound of the monitor beside me followed by my heavy eyes only getting heavier as they struggled to flutter open. “Lucas?”, an echoing voice called, sounding both worried and angry. My best bet was James. He was the only sensible friend I had. “Lucas if you're not conscious today, I'm buying out your company”, another voice echoed beside me, yelling in a whisper. Wait! My company. The board meeting earlier today. My head shot up from the pillow with my pupils widening in realization but I soon regretted my actions as I collapsed back in pain. Nathan and James rushed to either sides of me, their faces looking a hundred times older. “What happened to me?”, I threw the question to both of them who started to stare at me like I was a fool. “So you're saying you don't remember the stupid act of yours before you passed out?”, Nathan asked, now glaring at me. I stared hesitantly at both of them, shifting uncomfortably in
ELENA'S POV The ticking sound of the clock could have as well been a timebomb because the bullets piercing into my face from Adrian's eyes were more than enough to send me to an early grave. Anyways, it was always a matter of his ego and I wasn't going to give in on this one. I glared back at him resting all my weight on one hip and tapping my foot as a sign of defiance. “So you're really willing to go against my father's wishes Elena”, he said quietly, a tone clearly indicating his resignation to a manipulative technique. My sharp, unblinking eyes stared unaffected at his overly used attempts to get through to me. “Since when has that ever bothered you Adrian? Shouldn't you be happy I'm choosing to stay in this cursed marriage with your entitled ass? Isn't that what you've always wanted? There you have it. I think you and your father should suck it”, I defended righteously, eyeing him in disgust. Even though I was dumb enough to offer myself to the sharp claws of the Hawthorne's