Eleanor’s POV“Seriously, this was supposed to be given on the day of your wedding. Imagining you and Dylan exploring this car and having him the chance to teach you how to drive. How sweet that is supposed to be, huh?” He shows me a big smile on his face, with a facial emotion of him picturing is inside a car full of flowers and heart stickers around.“Dad, my insides are freaking out.” I peek behind him, and I saw a massive counterbalance at the garage part.“What’s new about the garage, dad?” In a second, I forgot that I just came from a crime scene, along with my two leading boys having a dispute.“You should not have seen that first. I was about to buzz it up already to you, but you broadcasted, and seems like my gift has already been revealed in your eyes.” He instantly replied.“Just be straight to the point dad and feed the curiosity inside my brain. What is it that you got for me?” My nerves that are living throughout my body is palpating. After having a stressful day at the
Eleanor’s POVAs soon as I heard Bella’s surprising news, my emotions were cracking down, as well as my knees were shaking. Dylan’s judgment through his face makes me want to keep myself underground, not being seen by anyone, especially him and dad. We stared at each other for almost a minute, no one dared to say a word, just whispered of breath. My overstrung breath and his inquisitive one. “Hello, Dylan? Are you still here?” Bella caught our silent attention. “Did you double-check if that document really says well? Obviously, various people that also have tough connections desire to destroy the marriage that is about to happen. The date is coming near and maybe they have been working things on how to devastate us.” Pieces of doubt came out of Dylan’s lips. He is having a misbelief about Bella’s information. He might be considering the notion that I do not have the audacity to cause that kind of unease. “Even I was startled and shocked reading it. I felt like all our hard work va
Zayn’s POVFor this unexpected evening, I cooked Eleanor my most special dish and to give an emphasize it, this particular delicacy of mine is only being tasted by anyone special to me. I am glad and it is worth the effort because she loved it. It is well relaxing in my insides seeing a bit of beam from her bulging eyes. My hour of being steamed here in the kitchen was advantageous since I made her feel balmy and breezeless despite the war that she is fighting with her only emotions.“Until now that I am nearly going to take an end of this feast of yours, I still could not believe that you made this all on your own. Even the spices in the sauce and this delicious refreshment you made me, cucumber juice. My stomach is somewhat spoiled even if my emotions are not that admirable as of now.” She chuckled, with still agony in her heart. Even if she tries to conceal it with fake laughter and a smug smile, I can feel her.“What are you staring at? You are freaking me out. Wait, does this mak
Eleanor’s POVThe sensation of having the feeling of being apprehensive and frightened is concocting within and starting to play within my frame of mind. The idea of making Zayn and Dylan interact with each other is giving a feeling of being negatively ethical. Their sense of being humane is evaporating as their hot minds start to steam when they see each other’s faces.“Step back and back off, you are not the one who deserves to have a decision for her.” “Then who, Dylan? You who just got a few beers and shots before coming here?” “Stop, you might just trigger him,” I whispered to Zayn, at his back. “Where are you getting the audacity to protect her from me? I should be the one shielding her from you. I have the smallest idea of how you made her marry you, but there is one thing for sure, she was not in the right state of her mind. I may be the person who is slightly drunk here and probably the antagonistic person that both of you are pertaining to, but I still know hypothesize.”
Eleanor’s POVI had no choice but to agree with Dylan’s deal since the main idea of what he is purely suggesting is what is happening is indeed good for everyone. Also, adding the certitude that Zayn gave a nod pushed me more to assent to Dylan’s request. After having a serious talk in Zayn’s mansion, Dylan got the chance to get himself sober as the three of us were discussing matters. The only thing that I am glad for Dylan’s ground was that he did not begin with leading upon the decision of telling dad that I am already tied and binder and restricted with someone else. I warned Dylan how strict the authorities are when it comes to filing for a divorce and he promised that he will do his best to aid us out. Honestly, I should be feeling a short relief in this kind of setting since Dylan is willing to give a hand, but why do I feel like I am more despondent? I cannot refrain from being concerned because slightly imagining Zayn being kicked out of my life makes me grief-stained.*Ring
Eleanor’s POVEvery step of the run that I and Dylan are making the action of anxiousness is present and gets harder and harder as the seconds increase over time. Short split seconds of our breath got in as we rushed towards my father’s office, hoping for a miracle situation not rooting out his presence and lively listening to Bella’s words. “Stop, we need to peek first.” After that quick run we made from a distance, Dylan brings an end and standstill. He leans forward, slowly, and tries to peek at the happening taking place inside. “Wait, I could not see your dad,” “Perhaps, his presence is missing. He is not here, obviously.” Dylan looked at me beside him with a surprised facial reaction. I refuse on ceasing his suggestion of having a glimpse of it first before fully showing ourselves. Anyways, as we felt a big relief, both of us officially entered the office.“Oh, hi! Nice seeing you Dylan and Eleanor. If you are sizing up Mr. Martin, he is still on a business call at the terra
Eleanor’s POVOf all people who are in this world and became Sophia’s model in previous times, why on earth is destiny trying to connect us hard even if we are trying our best to stay away from each other’s life as long as we can?“Eleanor? I apologize. Sophia is a good friend of mine and we had a great bond when we worked with each other. Receiving this kind of request from her cannot be rejected by my thought.” Just to be clear about the reason for his apology, we promised to avoid each other to make Dylan be ensure. As another reason of mine, I agreed with that particular decision to avoid continuously falling for him. For real, this is not the time that I will deny it. My feelings for him exploded, a long time ago, did not just feel the grounds for admitting it to myself.“Uhm, yeah. For sure, no one intended to put us in this kind of situation.” I replied. Even him, he is prioritizing and being serious about our deal for some reason. To be honest, my life was kind of boring withou
Eleanor’s POV Until now, Zayn and Sophia are not satisfied with the thing I have told them and agreed to the case of Zayn being my mate all throughout the session. Sophia gets in and out of the dressing room, being overstrung and fretful since the show is about to start. I and Zayn are simply sitting here, waiting for Sophia and her assistants to touch our faces after letting us wear the designs that she framed. “Wait, are you sure that we did not have anything left out of any piece of the gown? Why do I feel like a detail is missing on it?” She freaks out and stresses herself as he geared up. “Sophia, being anxious is not the state you want to be at. For all you know, you just need to relax and trust everyone who is moving. Every single person here has their own parts to perform and take upon themselves.” I can heel her pulse and respiratory rate rising up. “Chill out, Sophia. As far as I remember, this is your most awaited pageant. You have already done your part. By now, you a
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."