Dylan’s POV As I closed the door after the moment when I had a 10-minute conversation with Eleanor, which I never expected to occur this day. Waking up feeling like this is just a normal day, without imagining that a beautiful girl will come in my doorway. Although, I was surprised with the news she brought me. I never knew that someone else was pestering Zayn’s life besides me."Who was that, Dylan? It seems like you’ve been there for minutes. That doesn’t sound just like our mail delivery." "Can you guess who it is, dad?" "Is this a guessing game, Dylan?" "Actually, it flabbergasted me. Eleanor appearing right outside made me question things." "Really? Eleanor? Did you discern her face clearly? No matter how many times she rejected your calls, I will not believe that she just came and left the vicinity of our home." "Well, destiny is just like a player. You couldn’t really determine how it moved. You can just review the CCTV if you want." Until now, he still doubts if I am tel
Eleanor’s POV A fresh and great week to start again, after having numerous problems and difficulties that appeared past few weeks. I have even no idea how I survived it all and how I am still surviving everything. Well, I do expect that today will not be a rough day since dad and I are meeting. He called me the other day and simply asked me how I was doing in my life, which kept me pretty entertained. Having a small talk with him is what I miss the most. My whole life, I was just partnered with him. I still cannot avoid missing him this first time we separated from each other. I mean, it is not bad to catch up sometimes with him despite everything, besides, he is still my dad.Actually, I am astounded since this is the first ever conversation again that we had in which he did not mention any cases about the planned marriage with Dylan. Upon going to our agreed-upon meeting place, I have high hopes that he will not mention any of it. As it happens, I am nearly walking to it presentl
Dylan’s POV Why would Zayn’s mother want to kill him? That’s a strange scenario to imagine. The more I hear from Shania, the more it gets engrossing. What a right moment to hear these out, especially now that my brain cells are not working."Did she talk about the purpose of why she was planning to assassinate his own son?" "Believe me or not, we are not going deeper into that kind of conversation, Mr. Dylan. She is strictly maintaining an equal atmosphere between the two of us. I think, she is not also on the side of giving information about it. I was just there to listen to her plan and take action on it." She has a point. Why would a mastermind explain everything to her assistant? Although there is one question that remains unsolved in my mind, I will not have any chances to speak with her, unless my brain cooperates. Eagerness to attain an idea sometimes enhances the way I think. That is, why did mom’s Zayn specifically choose Shania as the hitman of her plan? I mean, Shania is
Zayn’s POV I am aware of the conflict and differences of perspective that have occurred between me and mom since the day that she cheated, but I did not know that her rage towards me had already ended up this bad. I have nothing else to feel, but indignation as well. How can she kill her own offspring?Did she forget the core memory of every ache that she went through while giving birth to me? In exchange for material things, she is ready to give me up. Perhaps, the only ones that she is thinking of these past years are her present joyous family. As a matter of fact, I still could not refrain myself from feeling downhearted when it comes to this decision of hers because she is still my mother and we have a great connection together even if she does not entertain it. I am not like her, who has the aptness to throw an immediate family member away that easily. It is time to call her, which will test the honesty of her mouth. At the moment I learned about the news about my trusted men,
Dylan’s POVBecause of desperation, I did not know what portion of my thoughts influenced me to meet up with Eleanor’s half-sister. I am not even sure if she truly is the person behind the call that we have, but instead of getting nearer to Zayn’s mom's house, I decided to attend this instead.Maybe I can obtain greater results by being the henchman of Eleanor’s half-sister than Zayn’s mom. As I walked on the park where she told us to meet, I already saw her figure waiting in the midst of the green short grass on the ground. I looked around to see if someone is with her, but she came here all by herself. I have a lesser idea about the backstory of her relationship with Eleanor, but I am sure that she wants something I also aspire to have. "Ava, right?" I tapped her right shoulder, and as she faced me, I saw a resemblance to Eleanor’s facial features. Now, I do believe that she is Eleanor’s sister, without scattering doubts. Although, Eleanor is still the more gorgeous one for me. "
Zayn’s POV Eleanor went out of the mansion to get the results of our filed divorce at the post office, where they sent the document. I wanted to get with her, but he pushed me to just stay right here at the mansion because she would be the one personally getting it. She noticed how tired I have been for the past few days, which is why she keeps telling me to have a sufficient amount of relaxation. I have no choice but to follow what she wants. As people say, happy wife, happy life. By now, Eleanor should have the document already and should be dialing my number–*Ring (3x)Wait, this is not Eleanor. A new number flashed on my screen, giving me the inquisitiveness of wondering who this person is, calling me in the middle of the day. What I am sure of is that this is not about work because I sent the memorandum to my secretary that I will be staying in the mansion for the day requested by my gorgeous wife. "Hello, may I know who this is?" Out of sheer strangeness, I managed to answer
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."
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 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."