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. "
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“Eleanor! You were deadly focused, staring at your appearance in your gigantic mirror for about 15 minutes. I've gossiped a lot to you, yet only silence was the only factor I got as a response!” My best friend Mia called me out for staring into naught.“Why is my life utterly boring? It's just me constantly following Dad's countless demands. Nothing new is happening in my life. I want something to occur!” I faced her with a complaining attitude.“I noticed too. You are living the life of a princess.”“For now, I am simply waiting for dad to teach me how to deal with our business since that is what he said. For the meantime, he told me to just live my life, which turns out to be uninteresting for me."“Don’t be such an impulsive needy! Be pleased because your life is in a standard—wait, let me rephrase that… above-average state and you can afford to eat even more than three times a day. You can simply ask for big bucks from your dad and buy a new luxury bag!” Mia teased m
Eleanor’s POVI do not presume that the state of my mind can process the whole thing. Mixed emotions are hitting me, especially being overwhelmed. Maybe I exaggeratedly underestimated the boringness of my life earlier this day.“Eleanor, dear? Any response? Are you sure you are fine? I was discussing with you concerns for consecutively 10 minutes but seems like you are not with usual yourself.” “Dad, why did you just state this about me now? You never warned me before or even gave me any genuine hints about it for me to be ready. Of course, I am too stunned to think about that news. Who wouldn’t?” He looked down and took a deep breath.“Yes, you are certainly right. This has shocked you. I should’ve told you earlier or begun to prepare you in your teenage years. Although this is for your own sake—”“Dad, you constantly tell me that it is always for my own good. I completely understand that in mind, but why? I feel like you are going to give me away like an offering or a proposal to so
Eleanor’s POVI did not anticipate that my unplanned husband could be as demanding as he could. In the evening, when he deliberately called me, he unquestionably insisted that we meet quickly the following day, which is today, because he is busy enough and has a hectic schedule to handle our particular issue. He did not even worry to ask me if I was available today. Gladly, I have insufficient plans for today. He should be thankful because I favor his selfish suggestions.“Where are you headed?" I caught dad drinking his coffee here in the living room on my way out.“Just merely meeting some friends.”“Do you have enough funds?”“Yeah, I am fine! It’s a miracle that you seem not to be busy any longer.” “Nah, I am just taking a 20-minute break.”“Wonderful, I must go now, dad. I am running a bit late.” I was about to leave, but I fell the envelope which contains the certificate in front of dad. He looked at it and decided to pick it up. Gosh! It is in his hands at the moment—the greate
Eleanor’s POVZayn let out a profound sigh once he heard that. A big disappointment can be seen on his bare face. Honestly, even if he looks hot and alluring, he could also appear as frightening as he can.“I can't believe how irresponsbile I was. Well, that’s going to be a tough and stringent job,” He finally spoke and conditioned himself with his serenest mood.“Under those circumstances, we should establish and execute strategies that we must do in order to have a successful outcome and escape this dreadful nightmare.”“Excuse me? It’s not a dreadful nightmare being wedded to me.” I appealed. I felt offended by what he stated. “I don’t really mind. Whether you are the person I am tied to or not, I still don’t want to be espoused.”“Perhaps there is a lot of melancholy in your life.”“Are we seriously going to talk about how my life works now? Do you think that is what importantly matters most at this point?” He earnestly raised one of his eyebrows at me.Mia looked at me, expectin
Eleanor’s POV“So, tell me more about him! Where did your dad find him? Is he a wonderful and fine person? Would you let your dad interfere with your life again like he always does? Don’t tell me he consented to it.” Mia threw me a bunch of questions and unlikely opinions. She doesn't want me to give my full permission to what my father says about my life from then on.“Mia, it’s my choice to agree with the said arranged marriage, so don’t particularly blame him. He said it would be for my betterment. Mia, I want my situation to be entirely hidden from my dad and from my fiancé. I will resolve this on my own.”“I seriously like Uncle William since he is very approachable and welcome to me, but Eleanor you spurn to love that person you are going to marry. Marriage is for someone you sincerely love.” She expressed her concern.“Really? Take a look at what happened between me and Zayn. We barely even know each other.” I rolled my eyes.“That’s a distinct case! By the way, is he handsome?
Eleanor’s POV Until now, I cannot still comprehend how did I survive the last interaction that happened between me, Mia, Zayn, and Dylan. The tension that occurred around us has a mixture of awkwardness, uneasiness, and the feeling of not being fully cozy with each other. Mia and I were just controllably looking at each other and transmitting signals with the movement of our eyes. While Zayn and Dylan had mostly debated about their own companies and positions which made me really feel indisposed. Anyways, a week has already passed since that uncanny and unnatural meeting. After that, I and Zayn did not have the right schedule to meet up and talk about the divorce that we are planning to succeed at. I am even getting shy with Mia’s older sister because she is also trying to adjust her schedule just to fit in with us. Unluckily, a week already ended normally, yet we still did not have any progress. For the whole seven days, my father was completely bragging me with Dylan and Dylan’s
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."