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 POV“W-What do you mean?” His answer could mean a lot of possibilities! I am afraid to specifically pinpoint notions to avoid anticipating matters I should not. Instead of answering me back and making himself clearer, he chuckled, took a small sip of his wine, and looked at the view of the dark evening and white full moon. “I need a more specific answer. Can you please elaborate more on that?” I tried regaining his attention. If I could just describe what I look like, I feel like I am a reporter who is needing the opinion of a snubber citizen.“Look how prepossessing the moon, Eleanor. It is elegant as you look this evening.” He pulls away from the central objective of our bull session. Perhaps, he does not have any interest in it. He does not have any scrutiny about me currently. I should not have made an effort on asking. It's my miscalculation of the mood. What were you thinking anyways, Eleanor? Of course, after this magical moment with him, everything will be back t
Eleanor’s POV “Is that, Dylan?“ Not just me, but also Zayn perceive his presence. At the exact moment, wherein I and Zayn are romantically helding each other, the song ended which also pulled the lights to return back on their own shine. With one click, every person can evidently have a clear vision. We saw Dylan beside us, irritably questioning our touches. “Was this all that I missed?” He confronted us, after seconds of surprisingly staring at each other. People surrounding us moved on with the flow of their enjoyment, but the three of us who are at the center of the midpoint froze like smoking ice.Can I just continue being a block of ice and melt in a while to escape this unexpected confrontation? “Dylan! You m-made it, even if you were tightly late. To be honest, I was disappointed.” Sophia came, still drunk, and will probably worsen the situation if she will talk more.“I didn’t know you were invited to this event. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? The two of you seem to be
Eleanor’s POVYesterday evening was a blast. What I mean by the blast is that it was just like a bomb thrown at my hands and exploded in front of me. I still could not determine how I and Zayn handled the occurrence, but at least, we survived. It feels great to be naturally in love with someone. It feels empowering as if I can survive even a larger bomb as long as I am with him. I stayed late up until I reached home, cannot stop thinking about the new relationship I am in. I mean, technically, it is not new, but for now, it is real without any rate of disruptions. Waking up this morning is even lighter, more than ever. I would, even more, be joyful, knowing if my dad will be in favor of my decision. That is the primary subject that bothers me now, after happily waking up, knowing that someone out there is in love with me.When will I ever feel genuine happiness without any bumps in my life?Luckily, dad is on a business trip last night, but my guess, Dylan already gave him the news
Eleanor’s POVWhy is Zayn presenting and surrendering himself now here at the mansion? For sure, he will get toasted, as three men are standing here, ready to bring him down like bowling pins. “What a perfect timing. Kindly let him in and instruct him to direct his way here in the living room.” Dad appeared, with a sarcastic smile. I am being in a more disquieted mood because Zayn came and will probably receive curses and expletives which I am not in favor of. They could even tie his two hands and hurt him, with the help of their own unique strengths. I have not fully gotten yet recuperated from dad’s hardest and most personal slap. Seriously, it was a different slap. His hands that created strong friction to my left cheek literally made me feel chills. “How does it feel to be saved by your known prince charming?” Dylan distinctly asks beside. I can feel bitterness inside him, not wanting to know how far the extent of I and Zayn’s relationship is. “You are such a disappointment,
Eleanor’s POVAfter that grapple conversation at our mansion, I decided to go with Zayn in the meantime. It is not about being a rebel to my father or running away permanently from home. My purpose is to prove to the court that I and Zayn will not be proceeding with the divorce that we filed weeks ago. Needless to say, as we naturally conspired the love that we feel for each other, that would also naturally cause us to refuse divorce. I was able to inform dad regarding this circumstance and as expected, he repudiated it. But as a woman who is trying to be independent away from her parent, I still pushed through it. I feel bad for having this kind of argument and settlement around dad, but we need to be in this kind of space. Our setup cannot always be the one that gets followed. Besides, I will be only staying here for maybe a few days, until the filed divorce is terminated.The happening was magical for me because as we plan and act out measures to strengthen the grounds of divorce,
Eleanor’s POVAfter running away with Zayn and having the feeling of dissatisfaction, I am once again entering dad’s mansion. I am not calling it mine because probably he already detached me from the statements wherein he declared that I will be inheriting every property that he possesses because of my brave decision. My father did not miss a few seconds from calling me this morning to come here to the mansion and have a peaceful conversation with him. Zayn volunteered to accompany me in accordance with his nervousness that a group of people might hurt me and push me down to the ground again, but I assured him that everything will go smoothly. Even if there is an immense impression that it could happen, I do have enough strength to have a dispute and fight for myself after being with Zayn during the past evening."You did not let me sleep, even blink for a minute." Words that were initially thrown at me while I was just entering the vicinity of his office. "Did you really call me he
Eleanor’s POV"Let me ask you once again. Ms. Eleanor since your response is just a pure stare, were you faking everything, and now that you might have fallen into each other’s arms, you are asking the council to withdraw it? Just to give you a heads up, we reviewed your files for hardful weeks. I hope you know that if you filed once, you will have the greatest difficulties withdrawing it back, especially if you manipulated some things in your hands." The longer that he talks, he is forcing his voice to be threatening.What am I supposed to say, anyway? Every word that I will verbalize could be used against me. What is the right thing to say?"Based on your actions, Ms. Eleanor, it appears like you are guilty of something." "Of course not, Mr. Craig. I am just astonished by the way you talk to me. We barely even met, just started to converse for about five minutes, but you are already pressuring me to accept concepts that are new to me." Did someone hurt him this day that caused him
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."