ONIKA'S POVThe next day, I woke upㅡi barely even sleptㅡ then I grudgingly sat up on my bed wishing that I could just stay in for the day but even I knew that I had to go to work.The work had already begun on the art gallery so I had to be there to go through some things, I couldn't afford to skip work today, that would make it look like I wasn't interested in the project anymore and I had worked my entire life for it.There was a sharp knock on the door and I suddenly turned to look at it, panic filling my eyes like someone was here to smuggle me away.“Onika?” I heard a very familiar voice call out.“Yeah?” I sighed, going to the door and when I opened it, I saw that it was just Nathan who was standing there, staring at me with concern in his eyes again.“What do you want?” I ignored his scrutinizing look and i leaned on the doorway. “Breakfast is ready” he announced, looking at me worried. He obviously expected me to be a bit more concerned about this and yes, I still felt the sa
ONIKA'S POV"Why Bale Street?" Damien asked as he expertly made a turn to bale street. His eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, searching for some hint of what I was thinking."Just drive, Damien," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Smart man. I wasn't in the mood for any form of small talk and I just really needed to see Laura. He knew that I was going to Laura's house, he just didn't know why and it wasn't any of his business anyways.The ride was suffocatingly silent. My fingers drummed on my lap, my feet tapping against the floor. Somebody had given that article to the press, someone had thought about that, someone was trying to frame me, it wasn't the press that would just wake up one morning and decide to come with that, it was someone trusted by them and someone with enough power to pull that.When we finally arrived at Laura’s apartment, Damien pulled up to the curb and killed the engine."What exactly do you need here?" he pressed,
NATHAN'S POV"Sir, the media is—""For fuck's sake, I know!" I snapped, slamming my phone onto the desk. My assistant flinched but didn't move. "What now? I already know the things happening, you don't have to give me feedbacks that'll do nothing but annoy me right now!"She hesitated, clutching a folder against her chest. "I wish I could heed your request, sir. I do have a job and it's to keep you informed about everything happening. More sponsors are pulling out. And—" she took a deep breath, "—the board is demanding a statement from you. They’re worried about the company’s image."I sighed, tilting my head back while resisting the urge to run a hand through my hair. "Of course, they are. And what exactly do they want me to say? That I’m marrying someone who's supposedly the daughter of a goddamn serial killer?"She paled, clearly not used to seeing me like this and honestly I wasn't sure if I had seen myself snap like this also. "I… I don’t know, sir. They just—"My phone vibrated
ONIKA’S POV"You think I don’t know what you’re doing?"I paused mid-sip, stiffening from where I leaned against the counter as I met Nathan’s gaze from across the kitchen. He was standing by the door, arms crossed, his expression unreadable and his features dark.It was almost midnight and I had come back downstairs because I couldn't sleep and I thought some tea would help me be calm but I certainly hadn't expected to see the man still up and downstairs."What exactly am I doing?" I asked, setting my cup down lightly.Nathan exhaled sharply. "I know you, Onika. You can't possibly be this calm when everything you worked for is at stake "I tilted my head back, trying to maintain a cool expression even when I gripped the counter tighter "Maybe I am calm.""You’re not," he said, stepping closer. "You shut down when you’re planning something, Onika. I know that look in your eyes."I smiled faintly. "Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do. Two years are enough to change my l
NATHAN’S POV"Mr Nathan, this is madness."I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Across the desk, Richard Foster, one of the event planners I had hired, was staring at me like I had just suggested we hold the wedding in a burning building. Why was everyone so worked up about my wedding?"It’s a wedding, not a business merger," he continued, tapping a pen against his notepad that was resting on the table. "You’re giving me less than two days to finalize everything. The media frenzy alone is making it impossible to secure vendors without doubling the cost, and half of them are hesitant because of the recent scandal and the fact that they won't want to be caught up—""Then offer them triple," I cut in flatly, arching a brow so I could look at him.Richard’s eyes widened. "Triple? Nathan, that’s not how negotiations work—""That’s exactly how negotiations work," I shot back. "You find their price, then you make it impossible for them to say no. That’s Business logics, Richard. I sugge
ONIKA’S POV"This is insane." I muttered to myself, pulling my hoodie lower over my head as I walked through the busy airport terminal. If Paranoia was a person, it would be me right now. My heart was hammering in my chest and beads of perspiration rolled down my forehead as I pulled my hoodie lower to obscure my face more.I had done it. I had actually done it.No goodbye. No explanations. Not even to Laura. That was one thing I was yet to come to terms with yet because that was so wrong but I knew what would happen if I had told her that. She would be the logical one and tell me not to leave, she would be the one that tells me to stay and something in me told me that if she urged me to stay, I would so that's what I didn't tell her. She would be worried sick. And Nathan…I swallowed, shaking my head as I moved toward the departure gates. Nathan would be livid. But I couldn’t let that stop me. Not when I was one step away from doing what I wanted right now.I had to disappear.For go
NATHAN'S POV“What do you mean she's not home?!” I yelled into the phone, my other hand running through my hair.Damien who was beside me looked just as panic stricken but he didn't show it, he was still as cool as ever but how I could be calm when Onika had suddenly disappeared. I didn't even know if she was safe and that was what truly bothered me.Was this what she was planning? That night…. Is this what she was thinking about? She was fucking smart and I would give her that. She had all of us fooled but I knew I couldn't blame her if she had actually chosen to run away. The pressure right now was too much on her but for her to not tell Laura? Damn, she was serious about this one.Laura could be in on it but as I saw her back into the store, tears pricking at her eyes as she looked at me with hope which quickly deflated when I shook my head, I knew she wasn't in on it. She looked just as struck on me.With a strangled sob, she leaned back against the wall, sliding down to the floor
AUTHOR'S POV Regina leaned back against the chair, her eyes shut close as she hummed to herself.She immediately sat up as Willow came into the room.“Are you okay? You look tense” Gina pointed out, her face contorted into one of mock concern.Willow collapsed on a nearby chair, burying her face in her hands. “I'm not fine, Gina. That bitch has ruined everything for my son” She lamented.Gina smiled to herself, this was going exactly as she wanted it to but she couldn't let Willow know that right now, even though they were practically partners in crime at this point, Gina knew that telling Willow about her plans would only lead to more questions which she couldn't answer right now because as usual, it would mean exposing herself.Who would have thought that it'd be this easy to trick everyone in the city by spreading a bit of fake but not so fake news. She wasn't wrong about one thing in that article but she would rather die than tell that to anyone.“Oh, Nathan can at least see her
ONIKA'S POVPain.It was utterly painful, the dull ache in my bones as I struggled to sit up, my muscles cramping.The room was bright. Almost too bright that it threatened to blind me and for a moment, I saw myself back in that storage room with those two men hovering above me. Fear instantly gripped me and I wanted to bolt away but upon closer inspection, I realized that I wasn't there.This was my room.The room in Nathan's house. How did I get here?There was the faint sound of a monitor beeping and that was when I caught sight of the heart vital machine beside me and slowly raising my hand, I noticed that there was a drip there.Shit.Using my free hand that wobbled slightly, I yanked the needle of my arm, ignoring the pain and the trickle of blood. I needed to get out of here.Memories from the wedding came rushing back and I cursed, gripping my head as I tried to ground myself. Had I succeeded in stopping her? Had I?I didn't know for sure if I had. I had passed out and everyth
NATHAN'S POVShe was cradled in my arm and I put her in the backseat of my car, letting her lie down gently, her body curled up.The sight alone was enough to make rage rush through me as I struggled to keep myself in checkㅡthis was my fault.When I shut the door, I beckoned to Damien who quickly rushed to me, his face blank. I had told Laura to go home as I would take Onika to the hospital myself and even though it had taken me a while to convince her, she finally agreed and she left the venue also.“Go to the police station and make sure that Regina doesn't get out. Call my lawyer, I want her charged for all damages and she must not get out on bail, is that clear?” I asked him.He nodded, got on his bike and drove off. My mum sauntered out of the venue but before she could make her way to me, I had already gotten into the driver's seat where I switched on the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot where I was.I had no intentions to begin a squabble with her right now. Not when
ONIKA'S POV"Stop this madness..." I croaked out, my voice barely audible over the noise in the hall as everyone saw me. My legs trembled beneath me, every step feeling heavier than the last. I took one shaky step forward before my knees gave out finally after buckling.Damn it.Strong hands caught me just in time—Damien. His grip was firm, pulling me back to my feet effortlessly.“You’re almost there, Onika. Just a little more,” he whispered, his voice steady, grounding me.I had met him outside the venue and he looked more than relieved to see me, he took one look at me, didn't question me but brought me straight here, telling me on the way that I had a few minutes before the vows would be said and they would officially be married.My eyes locked on Nathan. He was frozen, standing at the altar with Regina, but his gaze wasn’t on her—it was on me. His face twisted with disbelief, then something else—panic. His eyes widened, and without a second thought, he bolted toward me.“Onika!”
NATHAN'S POVI stood in front of Regina, hands in my pockets, trying to keep my cool. She was seated in front of the mirror, fixing her lipstick like this was the happiest day of her life. Maybe it was—for her.“This wedding doesn’t mean anything,” I said, staring at her reflection in the mirror, the sight pissing me off to no ends. “It’s just for the company, the board, the media. That’s it. Understood?”Regina smiled, not even bothering to look at me. “Sure, Nathan. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”“I’m serious.” I moved closer, standing right behind her. “Don’t think this is some kind of fresh start or—whatever you think it is. This is business. We are not getting together”She turned slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “You’re wearing the suit. I’m wearing the dress. That’s all that matters, right?” She gave me this soft, fake smile. “The rest will fall into place later on.”I scoffed, stepping back. “How daft can you get?”A knock interrupted, and Dion walked in wit
NATHAN’S POVThe next day was hectic as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like it belonged to someone else.The tailored tuxedo fit my frame perfectly, the material something that looked straight out of a movie. I should’ve felt proud—or at least present and more focused—but my mind was far from it because I realized that I had caught myself up in the biggest shit I could ever have done.I adjusted the cufflinks, the small silver pieces glinting in the dim light of my room where I stood. If I thought my wedding day would ever come to shit like this, I would just remain single because I knew for sure that this was not how a wedding was supposed to be. The groom was meant to be happy. No calls unanswered. And definitely no bride missing in action.My phone sat on the dresser, silent, the blank screen seeming to mock me by not even lighting up. I’d checked it at least a hundred times already, hoping for some miracle, an update from Barcelona, a message from her, an
ONIKA'S POVMy head lolled to the side and I could hear voices.Distant yet so close.I couldn't see anything, just a blend of nothing with the sharp feeling of light trying to get into my eyes. I was blindfolded.The idea didn't register for a few seconds before I heard a voice saying “How long do we have to keep her?”Immediately, I snapped up and struggled in the chair only to realize that I was bound and something was in my mouth, I couldn't even bring myself to scream, I felt really tired weak and the blindfold that shut my eyes were only serving to further piss me off.There was the sound of scraping chair like someone was trying to get up followed by a whistle and the sound only made fear grip me. It was one thing to know that you were in trouble but it was another thing to not know what kind of trouble you were in. The latter just made you feel hopeless and that was not even enough to talk about how I felt right now.“Look who's awake” A low confident voice hummed. That was a
NATHAN'S POVI felt like a shell of myself the next day as I sat in my office.Believe me when I said I had tried to get some sleep but that was a luxury that I apparently couldn't afford because I had spent the night tossing and turning, my mind going haywire with thoughts. How was it possible that she hadn't checked into the hotel? I had gotten them to go to the nearby hotels but there was no trace of her. There was no way that she could have slept on the streets.Dread filled my veins and I felt true fear the previous night. I didn't believe that I could be this worried over someone but this was fucking Onika! Of course I would be worried about her! I fucking cared about her and now it felt like a part of me has been violently ripped out, leaving me without a vital piece of my life.I had spent the entire night waiting for a call—any damn call—from the people I had stationed in Barcelona, but my phone had remained frustratingly silent. Not a single update. Not from the men I sent t
NATHAN'S POVI pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing heavily, feeling my head ache as I paced across my study. The room was dim and it was dark outside already. I had a long day tomorrow, I had one more day to my wedding but my wife was still missing. Gods.I hit the dial button again, the phone ringing in my ear."Talk," I ordered the moment the call connected.A gruff voice responded on the other end. "We’re still looking, sir. One of our men is sweeping the northern districts, while the other is covering the downtown area."I halted mid-step, my brain short circuiting. "What?""He insisted that splitting up would be more efficient. Said there were too many areas to cover—""Goddammit," I muttered under my breath, gripping the phone tighter. "I gave a direct fucking order, and they’re already doing whatever they want?"The man hesitated. "I told him it’d be best to stick together, but—""Then why didn’t you stop him?" My voice was dangerously low now, my patience thinning fast."He
ONIKA'S POVI drew my hoodie harder over my head, staring at the phone in my hands.The shop keeper kept telling me the details about the phone but that wasn't what I needed to hear, I just wanted him to tell me the fucking price so I could leave this place and go find a place to stay.Apparently getting houses at such short notice in this place was near impossible and I would have to go to the elite part of town because they would have more reservations. I had the money, I just needed to get this phone so I could head next to the hotel.Maybe I could ask this man for help on which hotel I could pick but the way he kept blabbing, urging me to buy the phone and bringing new suggestion had begun to piss me off not to mention that he was constantly cutting me off before he would pull out a better phone, eager that I buy a more expensive one.I couldn't blame him, I probably gave off the air of someone who could afford all these.With a sigh, I tugged my hoodie lower, gripping the phone i