Elizabeth POV
"Your parents' house was blazing with fire by the time the police had arrived. The firefighters weren't of much help either, everything was lost." Lance revealed softly.
I turned my face from him to stare at the monitor reading my heartbeat. I had opened my eyes to find myself lying on the hospital bed.
"And my parents?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"The doctor said you had a panic attack,you should–"
"I'm fine, Lance. Please just tell me the Truth." I demanded, holding back sobs.
"Their bodies were found brutally destroyed by the fire" He sighed.
"Thank you" my voice barely above a whisper..
"If you want, Eli, you can come to me for anything. Your father was my best friend, you're like a daughter to me. I can –"
"I want revenge." I blurted out, cutting in.
My words must've shocked him seeing he kept mute. I turn back to him, focusing my gaze intently on him.
"I want to finish what he started". I pressed further.
"That is suicide! you saw what happened to your parents, you barely escaped yourself!" He scowled.
"Still, I want to do this. Let me do this."
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*THREE YEARS LATER*
Lily, my coworker and new friend, skipped excitedly into the local restaurant where we both worked as waitresses.
"Guess what?" She placed both hands on the table I was cleaning.
"You know I don't have a brain for guesses."
"Sure," She giggles, turning around to rest her weight on the table "You won't believe the latest news I just received from Jack."
"What now?" Judging from the many information she'd shared off the streets, I wasn't particularly interested in another irrelevant topic.
"You know the infamous Adam Mich?" She kept her voice low.
My blood boiled when she mentioned his name, but I didn't give my anger away. I had been secretly investigating him ever since I got discharged from the hospital three years ago.
Lance, now Lieutenant Lance, covered my tracks whilst I dig for some useful information I can use to make sure he rots in jail for all his crimes.
I had changed my look and identity, taking Lance's last name, Hugh, to stay undercover.
But so far, I've only gotten nothing. Hearing Lily mention him piqued my interest more than it did my anger.
"Yeah, What about him?"
"Shhhh. Keep your voice down." She covers my mouth with her hand.
"What about him?" I whispered this time.
"He's looking for a woman to wed."
"He plans to marry?!" I ask, trying to keep my voice low.
How could he think of starting a family when he ruined mine?
"No, not for himself. My bad. He's searching for his sick brother." Lily turns and leans her weight on the table.
"He has a brother?" I stop cleaning now and turn to focus on her.
"Surprising, isn't it? I wonder how many more surprises he has up his sleeves. It's an older brother and he is almost a vegetable, as I heard." Her eyes sparked with interest. " I'm thinking, why don't we apply?"
"Apply?"
"Yes! You would not believe what's In for the lucky woman. One-third of his wealth! And two-thirds if she births a child!" Lily shrieked, unable to contain the thrill.
"Why would any woman want his money? It's not pure last I checked." My voice is full of disdain.
"Any woman, like myself, who's tired of living in the trenches. Come on, Liz, you could be the lucky woman. Think about the future, would you still want to be scrubbing tables and waiting on rude customers for little pay? It can't even afford the bills anymore."
I quickly thought about it, getting closer to the bastard would help me have a better chance of digging dirt on him.
Many times I came close it was always as though he knew about me and my plans, and was two steps ahead of me in the game.
"Alright, Lily, I'll think about it"
"Think about it? Get into action girl!" Lily shoved a flyer containing a location, and wrapped an arm around mine.
"Whoever gets chosen has to remember the other in paradise " She giggles.
Lily was goofy and had the wildest fantasies of the dream life—living in luxury.
I instantly felt guilty knowing my plans for Adam. Someday, I'd find a way to make it up to her.
Looking down at the address,I thought of a way to be ten steps ahead of the women flocking his gates already.
Lance wasn't home by the time I got to his place to give in on the update and together, plan how best to get Adam's attention.
I was on my own this time.
Running my hands along the sleek, fitted sheath dress, I straightened my composure and walked into the Night-Crow Club, the biggest private club in Montreal where I knew Adam would be meeting his client tonight.
Sighting him sitting at the bar with an envelope in hand and no security, I strode over and bumped into him, pretending to be just walking past.
The envelope fell off his hand to the floor.
He turned and looked up at me.
It was the first time I'd seen his face up close. For a murderer,he looked undeniably handsome and...young.
His face was an art piece of sharp angles and smooth lines
The paparazzi did him no justice when it came to posting his photos on the media.
"Oops, my bad" I bend down to pick it up, making sure he can perceive my subtle scent.
Rather than handing it back to him, I calmly opened the envelope and took out it's content. It was a letter written in a language foreign to me.
I felt the gaze of his ocean eyes burning my skin.
"Hmph. Not quite what I expected from a man who supposedly controls half the city, but it's ok. Every folk has their own charm."
Acting unfazed by his glare, I smirked at him and placed the envelope in the breast pocket of his shirt.
I should've stopped there but something was about to flick in me, so I took the shot of whiskey in front of him and gulped it down, quenching my rising anger.
"Thanks for the drink." I faked a phone call and walked out using the back door.
I could feel his gaze following me until I disappeared.
“Wait!” He said with a husky voice.
Adam POV“What do you want?” She asked with a smirk.“Nothing. Don't worry,” I said and walked away.Gulping down on my second shot of whiskey, I started to grow impatient waiting for Aaron, my brother's personal psychiatrist.Re-reading the Letter my brother, Richard, had sent me years ago, the task of finding him a suitable wife lingered on my mind.With his mental condition, I had never considered Richard would want a wife.We'd managed to hide his illness from the world for so long and built a unique persona for him, bringing in a third party to the family made me feel uneasy.But maybe he did need a wife, he was dying anyway, continuing his bloodline legally wouldn't be such a bad idea.I put the letter back into the envelope and ordered a third shot."Ugh" Someone bumped into me,knocking the letter out of my hand.My men, watching in the shadows,readied their arms in case she was a threat.Keeping my expression stiffened, I turned to look."Oops,my bad!" She says, bending do
Elizabeth POV'"The gates are about to be open, Lily." I announce, taking in deep breaths to calm my nervousness.I was about to enter into the den of my enemy, I needed to be calm and cool otherwise I'd flop off my chance at the very beginning.I was more nervous since I hadn't been able to get in touch with Lance. It's been two days already and no one has seen or heard from him."Does my ponytail still look good? I have a feeling I should let down my hair instead" Lily's voice echoed, interrupting my thoughts."You look okay." I respond, barely glancing at her hair. I had my focus on Adam in front."Just "Okay"? " She wailed, irritated byy response."Ugh. I knew I should've worn the blue dress! Look at these women, they're better dressed!" She whined."Trust me, Lily, you look better presentable for the role than they are." I say effortlessly, trying to lift up her spirit."Easy for you to say when you effortlessly look like a hot top model even if you had on a baggy jeans and shirt
ADAM'S POVRichard was one to get angry quickly. He always wanted to be the Mafia Boss after our father died. He loved power so much and was blinded by the little he was given.'You'll be my second-in-command after Dad dies' He always tells me.One day, when he was 19, Dad caught him making out with one of his mistresses at the back of our house. He was chained in the red room, tortured and kept for days without food. When I tried sneaking in food for him through the window, a guard caught me and reported me to my father. I was chained in the second room, with lesser punishment. But that still didn't change my hatred towards my father.Richard had already resigned to his rate of being an orphan. He never considered the Mafia Boss as our father. On the third day, we were released. Richard swore an oath to protect me against my father.'The doctor is here Boss,' I hear one of my men say.I snapped into consciousness immediately. I look at Richard and see him nod slowly at me. The doctor
ELIZABETH'S POVHe looked at me in horror, trying to understand what I meant. It took him five minutes to put the pieces together.'You are getting married? To whom? Where? How? I don't understand you, Elizabeth. What happened in the two days I let you be?' He asked, his eyes tilting in confusion less than concern.I tightened my lips. I didn't want to tell him too much. I didn't trust him enough either, ever since he disappeared without a word.'You'll get to know soon enough,' I said and walked towards my vanity, taking out things I'll need.'You'll need more of that perfume,' Lance said with a knowing smirk.'Guess you catch on quick,' I said, mirroring his enthusiasm.'But this is suicide. You know he'll kill you if he discovers who you are. The Mafia is ruthless and Adam is no exception. Your late parents will understand that you tried revenging them. You don't have to kill yourself, child.' Lance said, walking up to me.I am almost reminded of my dad because they both share the
ADAM's POVAfter the fake alarm by Richard, due to his mental health, I ordered more men to be stationed around his room. 'Boss, Brotha Patrick and Everton have been relocated to the west wing,' One of my men said.It might have been a fake alarm, but I wasn't ready to lose Richard anytime soon.'Good job, Brotha.' I said genuinely to the man who had served me fiercely.'It's an honour Boss.' He said and attempted to walk away. 'Can I speak freely sir?' He asked when he noticed my raised eyebrows.'What is the issue?' I asked. 'Remember when you said we should do a background check on Elizabeth Hugh?' He asked and my interest was further piqued.'Yes?' I said, urging him to continue.'Well, it seems like Hugh is not her surname after all,' he said.'What? What do you mean by that?' I asked, cocking my head to the side in genuine interest.'Well, we found out that she changed her name, but we can't still figure out what exactly her other name was. I must warn you to take caution, sir,
ELIZABETH’s POVI turned, expecting to see the maidservants Adam promised but saw him instead, standing in the doorway.'What the actual fuck?' I said, half screaming, while reaching for my clothes I abandoned on the bed. Thankfully, he wasn't with any guard.'I am so sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.' He said almost immediately with an embarrassed cheek. He quickly left and closed the door so that I could dress up.I was supposed to be angry with him, but I wasn't. The way he kept his eye fixed on my naked body made me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed… but his eyes… his eyes, they were so charming and alluring. Who would have thought that I'd admire my parents' murderer this way…'This is not real,' I muttered to myself, snapping out of my illusion and quickly slipping the dress up my shoulders.'You can come in,' I said after securing my belt tightly around my hip. I wasn't in for any nasty surprises.'I am sorry again, but are you sure you're not, like naked or something?' He aske
ADAM'S POV:I had to convince Elizabeth to believe that the sudden stop was due to leg cramps. I didn't want her poking around or asking me questions I couldn't answer.I dropped her off quickly in her room before returning hastly to the playroom. I see someone's imprint on the handle and my defense were up immediately.I enter inside the room and locked it behind me. The toys were scattered and the drawers were in shambles.I knew that if there was one person who had access to this room, it would be Kevin, and it was obvious he left in a great hurry. I smile inwardly as I see the condom pack ripped open. I will have to reprimand him later, but I guess he should enjoy whatever he's doing.The thoughts quickly makes me think of Elizabeth and how etheral she looked today. Maybe I should go a quick check up on her.I wanted to surprise her and quickly open the door without knocking.'What the fuck?' She yelled and quickly made a dash for her clothes. I knew I should stare but her body ca
ELIZABETH'S POV 'Oh, I'm so sorry mistress, I didn’t know you were the one standing over there. I thought it was one of the servants. You must leave this arena, my mistress. If the Don sees you here Under my watch, I will be held accountable For your actions.' A guard said and walked me to my room.'Is anybody forbidding from staying there?' I asked in genuine curiosity.'I am not allowed to answer your questions mistress, but the Don requested that you should not be by yourself in this estate.' He said and walked off.I chuckled in realization. Adam doesn't want me sniffing around the compound. How cliché because that was exactly what I resolved to do. I knew he was suspicious of me, but that could not stop me from achieving my goals.I paced around the room for a while trying to figure out Adam's weak point.I remembered how his eyes spoke thousands of lustful words in my ears before he caught himself. I remember the desires I saw in his eyes when I stepped out of the car. I knew w
Adam’s POVI sat in the study room, tired from checking the business file and reached for the television's remote.I pressed a button and the television came on. I was watching the news and I returned to reading the documents.The second I heard the name Clayridge on the news ticker, I stopped breathing.I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the television screen like it held the keys to the next war.A riot. At Clayridge.I didn’t need to wait for confirmation.My gut knew before my brain did.Richard was gone."Confirmed reports that Mafia suspect Richard Mitch, elder brother to the notorious underworld figure Adam Mitch, escaped the facility early this morning along with six other inmates..."Notorious? Oh damn it.I never went above my own lane and I was making the news because of Richard.The voice of the news anchor turned to static in my ears. I saw the headline. I saw the flames. The chaos. The confusion on the guards’ faces. It all looked staged. Because it was.I’d know Richard’
Elizabeth’s POVThe first time I pressed the panic button in the elevator, I wasn’t panicking. I was just curious how long it would take for them to get to me.I counted slowly and when it got to none seconds, I got my answer.Eight men came charging into the hallway, guns drawn. One of them even barked my name like I was under attack.But I wasn’t.I just needed proof. Proof that this place had stopped being a house a long time ago.Now, it was a cage. Pretty curtains didn’t hide the bars. I wasn't locked up. I was free but I was sick and tired of staying put in this house.I didn’t bother apologizing. I just walked past the guards and headed toward the basement. Their footsteps followed, but I didn’t look back. I kept walking, down the staircase, past the secured corridor with fingerprint locks, straight to the cell where Corinth was held.She sat on the floor like a dead person with her head leaned back against the wall.Somehow I felt pity for her, but I was still mad she had trie
Lily's POVI didn’t talk to Lance during the whole flight. I didn’t have to. He didn’t expect me to.We sat in silence, an ocean between us despite sitting only one seat apart. In one hand he swirled a whiskey glass slowly. I had nothing. Not even sleep. I hated that I was in this position.When we landed in the States, I braced for the worst. I thought I would be taken directly to some basement then given a gun, a file and told to clean up someone else’s mess. Or even killed. But instead, Lance handed me a manila folder.Inside were fake credentials. It had given me a new name so I could not be easily tracked. New background. I was officially now Samantha Carson, federal corrections officer, Clayridge Maximum Security Prison.My stomach twisted."What is this?" I asked.Lance didn’t smile. "Your clean slate. Your one final task."I really didn't want to and I complained. "This isn’t what I do."Lance picked up and did not care. "You do now."I stared at the folder again. One of the d
Lily's POVJosh propped back on the couch, half-squinting, with sweat beaded on his brow.He took his phone from his pocket and texted someone before returning his gaze to me.“I asked you a question,” he said. His voice went deeper.“No, I didn't,” I said. He looked relieved.“So, he's blackmailing you. Why?” He asked.“Because I shot my friend. Yes, I shot Elizabeth and ran,” I confessed.“Lily,” Josh called in disbelief. “So, it was you?”“I don't know if she's dead. I checked the news. There's no record of her death. It was selfish of me, but I didn't kill her. I know that,” I said.It didn't make sense to me, but I didn't want to cry in front of him.He stared at me. None of us broke eye contact. Then the knock came.Josh sat up and pointed to the door. "That's him. Let him in."I opened it quickly to find a lanky man with a box of supplies tucked under one arm. His scruffy beard and bleary eyes belied the crispness of the white gloves he donned as he entered.“I can’t believe yo
Lily's POVThe gun didn’t move. It remained pointed toward Josh’s head.My heart raced as I leapt between them, my arms outstretched. My voice cracked, but I pushed the words out. "What do you want?"The man laughed and cocked his head, as if I’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. His lips curled slowly in a cruel smile. "It’s easy. You should have guessed it."I gulped.“You did better than I hoped bringing him here,” the man said.“You sent that message?” I asked, and he smiled.Josh sat up, and the man ticked his fingers warning him not to move.“Lily, what in the hell is happening?” Josh asked.“You'll know soon enough,” the man answered.The soft click from the black SUV behind the man caught our attention.My heart began to race. Its headlights blinked. The doors released with a muffled thump. I froze, a chill wrapping around my back.The driver's door opened.No. Please, God, no. Don't let it be him.But it was him. The first thing that hit my eye was his polished sh
Lily's POVMy scream was loud and sharp as the closet door flew open. I didn’t think. I just reacted. I shot my fist out and into a man’s face with a sickening thud. The figure reeled back, groaning."Ow! Lily, what the hell!"Josh’s voice pierced through my mind and I opened my eyes. My heart sank the second I saw who I hit."Josh?" I asked.He held his nose with his left hand, and rubbed the spot. "Yeah, it’s me. You throw one hell of a punch. What was that?"I stumbled out of the closet, still shaking. "Jesus. Don't scare me like that. I thought you were him. I heard him. He called my name. I swear he was here.”Josh glanced around the room, his face turning a bit red. He moved fast, checking the windows, every corner, under the bed, behind the door.“There's no one here now,” he said.He glanced at me then, the concern carved deep into his face. “That’s it. I’m done playing defense.”He pulled out his phone and called someone. In less than an hour, a locksmith came and changed eve
Lily's POVJosh’s eyes were wide open; He gazed at me. It was too late, yet I turned aside."What was that?" he inquired in a low but cordial tone.I quickly got up and stuffed the phone in my pocket. "Nothing. Just an old picture."He didn’t blink. “You looked nice. Almost like a whole different person.’With trembling palms, I backed toward the sink and pretended to be occupied with a cup of water. "You need to rest. You’re not supposed to think much.”Josh sat up slowly. He moved to the side and the machines beeped next to him. "Don’t do that. Don’t deflect.""I’m not," I muttered."You are. Talk to me."I spun around and gripped the edge of the counter. My voice shook. "I can’t. Not now."He sighed and reclined back into the pillow. "Then don’t bother."I glanced at him, and swallowed. "Josh..."Gently, he looked into my eyes. “If you're not prepared to discuss it, that's fine. I’ll wait. I just want to know you’re safe. For me."I felt my knees buckle a little and moved closer to
Lily's POV"Move! Get out of the way!" I yelled.I didn’t know my own voice as I yelled at the standstill traffic, weaving in and out of cars, blowing every light.I had my fingers locked on the steering wheel. Josh lay next to me, hunched over with blood from his scalp running onto his shirt. His breathing was shallow.“ Josh, you need to stay with me. Just keep breathing. Please,” I begged as I drove.He groaned softly. That sound gave me just enough hope to bury the throttle deeper. The hospital sign eventually appeared, glowing like a beacon through my haze of panic.I parked like a lunatic, half on the sidewalk, and jumped out of the car. "Help! Somebody, please, help me!"Two nurses and a doctor ran outside. They saw the blood and got a stretcher."Head trauma. I don’t know what else,” I said, my voice trembling. "He was attacked. Outside our apartment."They loaded him in. My heart was pounding in my ears, I staggered behind, trying to catch up.The emergency room was a disaste
Lily’s POVThe scream came out of me before I even knew what I was seeing.There he was at the window.That same hooded man, lingering outside in the shadows, staring at me. Just standing there. I could feel his eyes piercing through the glass and through me, even though his face was dark.Josh leaped off the sofa as if a defibrillator had struck him by accident. "Lily! What—"I pointed, my voice breaking. "The window! He's there! Look!"Josh sprinted toward me, looking at where I pointed. But when he turned, the man had disappeared from the window.“He was just standing there,” I gasped as I retreated. My legs trembled and my skin tingled all over.Josh looked around the street below. Then he noticed something. His brow furrowed as he leaned in closer. His fingers moved deliberately toward the windowpane. "Lily... there's a crack."I rushed to his side.And there it was.A narrow, ragged line had ripped its way across the glass. Right in the center.Then I saw the note.Stuck to the