Eleanor’s POVWhat are the two of them doing here? Are they starting to bond or are they talking about purely business? But all I know is that Althea is not into business and is not interested in liquor businesses. In fact, I heard that she is allergic in terms of drinking alcohol which is kind of pitiful because she could not enjoy the whirl of life. I am simply standing in front of them, they are not even noticing me. They could just see me that fast and that clear if they will move their head towards the right. They are enjoying themselves inside the cafe as if they are not aware of their surroundings.Am I truly seeing this or am I just dreaming? This is impossible. Dylan messaged me earlier that he will be staying at his office for the day. How come I will find him dining here with another girl? I have not still moved on yet from the figures that I have obtained from Kyle and Zayn’s secretive conversation, I am seeing them share laughter and smiles with each other. I am like the
Eleanor’s POVI have been waiting for this day, for me and Mia to bond again together. She shyly told me that she does not have any money to spend now that we are going to make ourselves relax. As might be expected, I volunteered on treating her for every action that we are doing to do as well as every food or drink that we are going to in-take. I will treat her for the rest of the day until she gets tired of it. Also, I will give her the cash that I also volunteered to give. Spending for her does not mean anything to me, I treat her like a true sister already and spending for her is like nothing to me.“Thanks for picking me up here at the house, Eleanor. I am really saving money even to spend gas which was why I was planning and intending to walk away to the place where we are going to meet to.” She shares as she entered the car.“As I am repeatedly telling you, Mia. You have nothing to worry about money now that you are with me. I will be the one taking care of you.”“Truthfully, I
Mia’s POV“Thank you so much for the very well day you made me experience again, Eleanor. You really do not have a grasp or idea of how I was indeed relaxed and fortunate of every single measure that we did this day.” Time check it is now 8 PM and Eleanor along with his driver accompanied me all the way to the street of my house. I made them stop here since the road right in front of the spot of our house is being constructed. That was literally a flat street, but construction workers are digging holes in it and maybe putting enough cement to make the land higher. Joke, that was not so sure of me to say. Getting back to what is recently happening…“Me too! Dad suggested we do this kind of activity this day because, for the past few days, I have been feeling you know… dejected, Because of some matters I narrated earlier.” If I was Eleanor, I could not handle every single factor that is contributing to her life crisis. With what is transpiring to my loved grandmother at the moment is mo
Eleanor’s POVToday is a bright new day to start. A lot of stress happened in the past few days, as usual, so for now, I want to get outside and have fun. Mostly, my stress has a large part to do with the preparation for the wedding and all of the factors affecting it. I feel for this day to be a relaxing one and to free myself from all the anxiety and sadness. Initially, I have some plans to do a huge shopping activity for the whole day. I am having the forethought to change everything in my closet. Where was the last time I had a massive shopping? I think it is a year ago.Nothing is bad to spend too much now.But the problem is, I have no person to spend it. I was actually going to spend the bond again this time with Mia, but I am still planning to call her and try to convince her to go with me. I just really hope that she does not have any succeeding plans or work for the day. She is the only person I know to call other than Zayn, Dylan, and dad who are other people I am interacti
Eleanor’s POVLiterally, my face when Dylan suggested that he is coming went into a full shock. How can he propose to go on a swinging outing with me and Zayn especially since Zayn is evidently a person that Dylan is not cozy being with? Another factor that is accumulating my thoughts of not letting Dylan dig into us or even plainly letting him alone inhibit my place of abode was that seeing him with that girl. Until now, I have not confronted him. Potentially, he will not switch on the mode of illumination of being open to that specific discussion.“Are you sure about what you’re proffering? If you’d like to project on meeting me, then I recommend and tend for us to meet at another time. I planned this day earlier with Zayn–”“Being with Zayn is fine. Besides, I came into the real world where my eyes are opened very clearly, he could not be estranged from you because of the help that he did, I will not deny that and because he is your friend.” If he has a negative talent, that would
Zayn’s POVYesterday was the stiffest and most blundering day of my life because of Dylan. Imagine, being with your wife and her future fiancé. If I am thinking it technically, the set-up is fiddly. Although, it still actually turned out enjoyable and gratifying since I still had the chance to be with Eleanor. She even noticed that I was there earlier than she is which is not definitely normal for me, but I adjusted. For the whole day, I perceived that Dylan is trying hard to make Eleanor’s attention focused on his opinion, his actions, or maybe even maybe the whole part of himself. He is craving such deliberation from Eleanor, but Eleanor keeps on having her attentiveness to me which actually made me feel ahead of Dylan. On account of Eleanor’s scrutinized action of gave me more favors rather than Dylan, I ascertained that Dylan looks at me deficiently and atrociously when he is facing my back. I was also wondering why Eleanor is acting that way. I expected her to be cold at me mor
Eleanor’s POVBeing dismayed by Dylan is the only feeling that I have for him incontinently. I just got from his mansion with Bella in dealing with some parts of our wedding preparation and until now, we are not on good terms like ever. For letting things be straight and linear, I and Dylan had a route of dealing with a colossal type of argument after the day that, Zayn, I, and him had our very first traverse of getting together. Upon getting home, Dylan rigorously followed me all the way here at the house, having the thought that he went home also as Zayn.*Flashback“Eleanor!” I heard Dylan’s voice and footsteps getting near my back. I was about to enter the mansion but seeing him approaching instinctively made me pause.“What are you doing here at the mansion? I thought you are solely going home?”“How can I peacefully step in my doorway, knowing that you are not fine with me.” I frowned and was puzzled by his words.“Can you be more specific? As far as I know, there is nothing err
Eleanor’s POV With a pinch of pleasure with a little bit of madness inside my heart, I already forgave Mia. Perhaps, there are just difficulties in our life wherein we have no choice but to give up factors that are not worthy of giving up. In an understandable situation, I have already a permanent thought in my mind that her grandmother has a greater value than me. I mean, I am also a substantial person to Mia but the first rule is ‘family first’, especially with the type of family that Mia has. It will be so harsh for me to plant a hatred towards her. Her recent family problem and Mr. Enriquez’ manipulation are too much for her to consume. The important thing is, Mia has learned her lesson and hopes that she will never have the thought of reduplicating her past and diabolical action.I don’t even know how many times that became Zayn became a lifesaver not just to me, but also to Mia. I heard what he contributed to what Mia is going through at the moment. I was even surprised that h
Eleanor’s POVAfter a long time of hoping for us to meet, finally we are facing each other’s face right now. I missed her a lot. Of people that I have been wanting to meet after my resurrection from that camouflaged house at the forest, Mia is the first option for me to meet. I was just done telling her my story and she has been totally astonished of every single thing that happened especially on the part while I was nearly being captured by death. “I cannot believe that your own sister and her mother did that to you! If I will have the chance to see those persons, I will truly remove every piece of their hair until they get bald.” She is more angrier than I am. Well, that is normal for the two of us since she has a more fierce attitude than I do. She is a total war-freak more than I am.“Don’t worry because they are now locked in a silver cage and will never come out until dad or Zayn says so. As for me, that is already a fine punishment for them. I do not agree of killing them beca
Eleanor’s POV"The moon-goddess? I have never heard of that. Who is she, and what is her relation to us again?" I think I heard of her before, but I am not able to recap my memories now due to insufficient rest. I am totally dehydrated, hungry, and not in the mood for any realizations. "To explain who I am to you, Eleanor, I am someone in your life. I chose the destined partner for you, which is Zayn." My mouth just opened, and I cannot utter a word. "I am overwhelmed." The only words that just came out of my mouth. "I was the one in charge of your destined mates. Now that I saw you two still strong after all that you have been, I can say that I am proud and I did not go wrong when it comes to pairing both of you." She gives us a genuine smile. Until now, I was astonished by her presence. She is indeed beautiful and perfect for me. Her hair is also in a perfect state, a color silver with large curly waves on it. She looks like an animated person that came out from a digital art. "
Zayn’s POV"Z-Zayn? How did you know about this place? What you just saw is not what you think!" She then suddenly drops the knife on the floor, along with drops of blood from Eleanor’s body. As if her body froze when she saw me looking at her."How dare you do that to her?! Who are you to inflame a part of her body?" Up until now, the gun has been focused on her face. In just one click, I can aim for her head easily, and she will die in a split second."You are all getting it wrong, Zayn! You will not understand that she needs to die. Her existence makes me feel like I am in hell." She is acting as if she feels more pain than Eleanor does."Who are you to dictate her life? You are her sister, who is obviously lower than her status. She is a Luna, yet look how she became one because of your craziness! She must be respected, not treated like a burly animal." "If she does not die, my life will be miserable! We are the opposite of each other." I shot the gun near her feet, which made he
Eleanor’s POV I can feel that my body is nearly giving up, as if the chains wrapped around the chair I am sitting in are the ones who will hold my balance already. Ill treatment is what they do here to me every day. I cannot move my limbs properly, my stomach aches a lot, my vision is totally blurry, and I can feel large bruises with matching wounds all over my body. If a mirror is placed in front of me, I will not be able to distinguish myself that fast. From the day on, I promised myself that I would not eat every food that they were offering, they did not attempt to give any of it. Still, they just managed to let me drink water whenever I was thirsty, but of course we all know that water is not enough. "A-Are you not really going to bring me back to the city and let me live my life there? I think I already paid enough. You made me miserable for– I don’t even know how long it is already." Amelia laughed, "What made you think that we are turning you back at the city? Excuse me, on
Zayn’s POV I let Uncle Martin visit my mansion again and even called Dylan for us to have a better conversation together. The venue was supposed to be at Uncle Martin’s mansion since I do not want him to exert any effort on going here, but I remembered that it is also Ava and Amelia’s home. If they happen to hear any word from us, they might alter or modify some of their actions. "He just messaged me that he parked his car outside at the garage. I am pretty sure that he had a sight of your auto and is now wondering if you are here or not." "Surely, what he still knows is that we are in a big fight." "Acually, that is what everyone knows. I think that is already a better option for us, so that no one will be astounded by our sudden collision."Anyways, do you have that sexy dialogue for her later on?""Stop right there, Dylan. It would be impromptu, as I have no idea how the situation will turn out. But one thing is what I am sure of, I am not excited and happy about it." *Ding Do
Eleanor’s POV"Don’t you want to eat?" The guard who is assigned to me pushed me to eat the medium raw meat with veggies on the side. "Do you think anyone would like to eat in this kind of situation? If you were here, would you have an appetite to eat something?" From this morning until lunch, he keeps pushing me to take a bite of the food he is offering. I even do not have an idea what they put there that might make me weaker. My body cannot deny that it is totally hungry already, but I will not eat anything that they offer. For the past few days, I had a bite of every food they have offered me, but I feel like every day that passes, I get weaker and weaker."You’ll die of starvation if you do not eat." He suggests. "Who are you to take care of me? If I don’t want to do it, then I will not!" Within reach, I kicked the plate, and the food above it was wasted on the dusty floor. "A lot of people are not eating and do not have the privilege to eat these kinds of food, but you are jus
Zayn’s POV For how many days of Eleanor being a missed person, nothing is getting better. Nothing is progressing with her case when it comes to how the police officers handle it. I am starting to contemplate now, what if the person who got her is Dylan? I could not stop thinking about that matter. Of all the people that surround her, he is most likely the one who would cause this to happen to her. Perhaps, they kidnapped her, and that would be an advantage for them to do anything with Eleanor. But why doesn’t Eleanor’s father know? I thought both of them conspired with each other when it comes to proceeding with their wedding? Maybe they lost keeping in touch because Uncle Martin was busy with his new family, as Eleanor informed me. However, I was being flooded by Uncle Martin’s text messages, saying such words to me that are equal to one word only, which is irresponsible. He keeps on blaming me. I tried opening this up to Kyle, but he told me that we don’t have sufficient proof for
Eleanor’s POVMy eyelids consciously opened on their own, finding out that I was in a spacious area without any things in reach. Where am I, and what is this place? It is a closed area where the windows are also covered, and almost all of the walls have soundproofing instruments to make sure that even if I scream so loud, no one from the outside will hear me say anything. I looked at the side, where there is a special built-in bed, and saw Ameila peacefully sleeping. Ava is obviously not here, her presence is absent. Until I came deeper into my senses, I noticed that I was sitting in a chair where I could not move. I was locked with several chains, which is totally giving me a heavy feeling. I moved for a bit, and there is a vibrant noise heard from these chains. I saw Amelia move, please do not be awakened by these chains. I moved again, starting to find where the lock is, but it keeps on emitting large percussions. How can I get out of this captivation? Even if I transform into my w
Eleanor’s POV I feel like I slept all day, waking up inside the mansion and seeing Zayn’s face totally worried at me. The last time I remembered, I was on my way to the post-office when someone gave something to me until I ran out of consciousness, which led me to sleep. I cannot even discern if that was a dream or not. "Eleanor! You’re already awake. I thought you will not be opening your eyes again. I was so worried about you". Zayn hugged me tightly, as if he had not seen me for how many years. "How many hours were I out?" Curiously, I asked. "You were in doze for 7 days already." My face frowned, doubtful about whether he was telling the truth or not. Is he serious, or did I not hear it right? I did not utter a word and am still analyzing that short sentence he verbalized. For almost a minute, he had a blank face until he could not stop his laugh. I knew it, he is faking it. "Don’t worry because you were sleeping for just 7 hours, not days. Just wanting to see your reaction."