Search for LoganJakob's POVLogan was gone. There one minute; gone the next. Not part of our lives; not there, period. He had disappeared as if the sun had suddenly dived behind an eclipse of sorts. I found myself looking at the clouded sky with foreboding lurking within my steps. All along, I thought, Where might he be? All they kept saying was that he was out of the country, but I knew well enough that's not where he's at. After Sean checked all the airlines, no one could confirm that he'd left. So where the hell was he?My mind turned to Selene, and I couldn't help but imagine what trouble she could be in. And then there were her parents.I was aware of how they would look at me. After all, everything that had happened to Logan-well, I felt some guilt for part of it. I knew how much they adored Selene, and seeing their daughter in this kind of situation must have been devastating.How could they let me take their trust again? Was I the one they would send to prison? I wasn't sure
The EscapeSelene's POVI couldn't sit here anymore. The ropes wrapped around my wrists were biting into my skin and my hands were quickly going numb, but I would not just stay here and hope that someone was to find me.And no one would ever find me because I couldn't tell Jakob where I was going, there was no message or call; how the hell would he help? And my friend, help me. The latter only knows about the outing between me and Logan but I am afraid that's enough to help me. Something had to be done. I had to get out.I tried freeing myself again, this time tugging with all my might against the ropes. The knot was tight, and no amount of twisting my hands seemed to loosen it any.Sweat was dripping from my face and my heart was thumping in my chest. I was in such trouble it hit me as I tried harder.He had left the room some time back saying that he is going to return for me and complete what he said and God have mercy on me, I won't be here when he does come back; I couldn't bear
Jakob's POV My phone was vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and didn't recognize the number calling. Something in my gut debated answering for half a second. Then that little something in the pit of my stomach yelled out loud and clear, Do it. I swiped my finger across the screen and hit the phone to my ear.Hello?" I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Already my heart was pounding, and I didn't have any idea why."Jakob…" A soft, shaking voice came through, and my heart stopped."Selene?" I asked, almost unbelieving. "Is it really you? Ohh my goodness, how are you doing; I have been worried sick about you.She sounded breathless, as though in a rush, but I could feel the relief in her voice. "Yes. Jakob, I need your help. I… I've been kidnapped by Logan."Those words struck me like a blow in the gut. Something had smelled wrong, but to hear her say it. was even worse than I could have imagined. My hands grasped the phone harder, my pulse quickening.Where is Selene, wh
Selene's POV. I heard a bit of commotion downstairs and quickly rushed to see what was going on. Upon my arrival, I was shocked to see something beyond my imagination. I would never have imagined that my parents would be going head-to-head with Jakob all in the name of fighting for me. I didn't send them to do all of that, and if they felt it was right, then it was on them instead of me. "Mom, Dad, I am trying to get some sleep. Why are you yelling?""This man has refused to acknowledge his mistakes. I understand that it might be hard for people to go ahead with their words but this is even borderline worrisome. I don't mind whatever happens as long as I am sure that none of us are going to experience any kind of mishaps, then I don't have any problem." My mom said shooting me a wicked stare. Okay... I cocked my head, trying to understand where all of this was coming from because it was quite strange, to say the least. "I still do not understand what this means. Are you trying to
Selene’s POV. I pulled away from him sharply with my heart pounding in my chest. It felt as if it was a scene out of a movie, only that this was real. Everything I felt was raw, and completely unexpected."Why didn’t you sue Logan?" I spoke out, the question coming out before I even had the chance to stop myself.Jakob froze for a second, his face hardening just a little bit, but then his expression softened, and I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. "It’s not that simple, Selene," he said slowly, his voice low, almost as if he didn’t want to talk. "I can’t just go around accusing people without proof. You know how it is."I stared at him, confused in my mind. "But you know what he did to you, Jakob. You know what he took from you." I wasn’t just talking about the betrayal, but the years of all the pain that came with it. Logan had cost him more than anyone could understand."I know," Jakob said, running a hand through his hair, his eyes staring at something far off. "But it’s not
SeleneI closed the door behind me and slumped to the floor, the weight of my heart pressing down on me like a bag of cements. The room felt too small as if it was suffocating me, and the silence that surrounded me was even more than the one I felt in the room that time. I felt so ashamed and felt so stupid for putting myself out there in a way that felt so raw and vulnerable—ugh, I could barely breathe. I wasn’t proud of myself. Back in the room, I stood up and left him alone when he apologized for kissing me.The words I had said to him rang in my ears. ‘I love you’. So simple. So easy to say, but impossible to take back. And still, I said them. I meant them. I just didn’t know if I was ready for what came after.I buried my face in my hands, trying to dull the lump in my throat, the tears that threatened to fall over. Why did it feel like I had made the biggest mistake of my life? The last thing I wanted was to be a pathetic woman who hung around a man who was still grieving over
Selene’s POVI didn’t know what I expected when I opened the door, but it certainly wasn’t this.Jakob sat there, looking calm as usual but also strangely unsettled. His eyes went from mine to the floor and back up again. He wasn’t angry. I could tell that from just looking at him. But there was something almost sad in the way his eyes moved, something I couldn’t quite place.Before I could say anything, he raised a hand to stop me from closing the door.“Wait, Selene. We need to talk,” he said, his voice firm but gentle.My heart skipped a beat. Talk? Right now? I had just confessed the most vulnerable part of myself, told him I loved him, and now he wanted to talk? I didn’t even know how to process it.I stood frozen, my hand still on the door, my heart racing a thousand miles per second. My mind was going in different directions, none of them good. Should I allow him to come in? Should I slam the door and hide under the bed until this all is over?And then, as if on cue, I heard Ju
Jakob’s POVThe night after that conversation with Selene, I sat in my room, feeling as if the weight of the world was on my chest. Everything about the situation was wrong in a way that didn’t make sense.I could still hear her voice in my head, the way she had sounded so broken. She wasn’t mad, just disappointed. Hurt. And in that moment, I knew I had hurt her. And that hurt me more than I wanted to admit.I was an idiot. I had kissed her. I let myself get carried away by something so simple and raw, and then I tried to push her away when things started to get real. But what was I supposed to do? My heart still felt locked up.Mia. Mia.I released a shaky breath and ran my hands through my hair as I stared out the window. The lights below me blurred in my eyes as I looked from above, the world moving on while I stayed stuck in a place where I couldn’t even tell if I was moving forward or not. Physically and emotionally.I promised her. I promised Mia, my dead girlfriend, that I woul
Selene's POV.The sound of the alarm clock going off had me jumping out of bed. This wasn't supposed to be happening!I turned, seeing Jakob still snoring slightly in his naked glory! Shit! Julie freaking warned me yet I went ahead to do what I wanted and now I regretted it. I shouldn't have agreed to take that drink with him. Now here I was trying to struggle with my dignity. How were we supposed to look at each other tomorrow? I gathered my things frantically, rushing out while cussing myself for taking a wrong step. Everyone was going to blame me for this nonsense. I brought it all upon myself and no one could save me. I wished that he wouldn't come looking for me. I was going to chase him away and pretend like I wasn't with him the other night. Where to go! Where to go? If I decided to go home, I would need to board a taxi but that means that I was going to be late to the meeting I was supposed to have todayHoly shit! It was just two glasses of wine and here I was acting
Selene's POVThere were too many things that I wanted to bring to the limelight almost immediately but I've decided to relax and wait a bit so that I didn't look like I was pushing too hard. If anyone had such a perception of me then it was going to ruin my mysticism. Annie played the dutiful friend by wiping my forehead with a napkin even though I didn't feel hot in any way That was just her way of supporting me and I was pretty impressed by the new development. After waiting for some time, I suddenly decided to take a deep breath and try to understand what the hell was going on.The room went silent on my grandmother walked in. "Don't tell me that he is still trying to come up? He is doing a lot more than I expected him to. Annie, what didn't you inform me when you arrived?" I rolled my eyes at her provocative tone. What the hell did she think she was doing to a girl who had no explanations to tender to her? It wasn't her fault in any way, shape, or form about whatever was going
Selene's POV. The doctor might have agreed to keep his mouth shut for now. But I knew better than to rely on just one person to keep my secret. If I wanted to stay ahead I needed a backup plan. My mind searched through the people I knew trying to figure out who I knew could keep a secret or who I could trust but no one came up. They’re all fake and trusting them is like digging my own grave. I inhaled resting my head on the pillow when a mane struck my thought. Roslyn If I can at least give some 50% of my trust it should be Roslyn. She’s unpredictable sharp and good. I wasn’t sure if I could trust her but I also knew she was my best option. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Jordan?” Her voice was steady but I could hear the sight edge of sorry beneath it. “Where the hell have you been?” “Worried about me?” I smirked. “This isn’t funny!” She snapped. “Do you have an idea of what’s happening? Your family is practically set
Selene's POV The private suite was just as quiet now as when I arrived. The kind of silence that felt unnatural pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. The steady beep of the heart monitor and the occasional shuffle of the doctor moving around the room were the only sounds breaking the stillness. Pain throbbed through my ribs with every breath a dull ache reminded me of just how close I had come to losing everything. My libs were still sluggish from whatever medication they had pumped into me but my kind was clear too clear. I wasn’t supposed to be here I wasn’t supposed to be alive but somehow I managed to escape death. Maybe that was lucky or not. I was about to ask the doctor for water when he suddenly pulled out his phone his expression tight. He glanced at me before pressing a button putting the call on a speaker. “You need to hear this.” He muttered setting the phone down on the table beside me. I frowned but said nothing he must have something to show me s
Selene's POV It felt like I was floating on my air, the world around me felt like it was spinning. I had never felt this type of hangover in a while, it must have been a crazy night… I thought as I tried to steady myself gripping the sheets of my bed wondering how I had been so careless when muffled voices reached my ears. Slowly I tried to focus on the voices when I heard a slight beeping machine, slowly my eyelids fluttered open and I was faced with a ceiling that was certainly strange making it clear I was not in my room. "You should have been here earlier." A soft feminine voice uttered, making me incline my head in the direction ignoring the throb in my head. I tried to focus on who was speaking. "Annie, don’t start." A familiar voice shot back laced with frustration. "Don’t start?" Annie retorted, scoffing. "He was bleeding out, Josh! Where were you?" Blood. The word sent a slow, crawling heat through my chest. My fingers twitched against stiff sheets, memories flickeri
Selene's POV The beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room, the steady rhythmic sounds of my heartbeat had long since faded into the background of my mind. The scent of strong antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and sterile, an obvious and never ending reminder that I was still in this place— bedridden.I let out a little sigh—I had spent enough time on this bed to memorize the exact placement of every single object in the room. To anyone else that might have sounded a little funny.I noticed how the curtains danced in the breeze whenever wind came, it made me crave for the outside world and not the way the cold sheets felt against my skin. Or the numb ache at my sides.But none of these discomforts compared to the unease brewing within me as I turned my head toward my grandmother who sat silently on the cushioned chair next to me.No matter how many times I had tried to shrug the thoughts off, they just wouldn't budge.She had been acting strange for a while now—too stra
Coming from someone who had waited so long to get answers I guess the taste of victory still lingard in my mouth as I tried to figure out what exactly the problem would be if I went on with my idea. Absolutely no one to support me besides myself and my persistent belief that I could do this. I didn't even bother about going on and on above the usual. I just waited and sealed deals from my office. Julie was my greatest supporter as she didn't miss a day to gas me up and tell me how amazing I was. This was the kind of person I wanted in my life who was going to always prove that there was a reason for me to always have sufficient people around. It wasn't going to change the fact that I was going to suffer to bring my vision to limelight even though I had a few agencies who wanted to mingle with me. I had to turn most of them down when I realized that their visions didn't tally with what they wanted me to do. It was always prohibited to mingle with such people as long as t
Seline’s POV Yes! We did it. The joy of the victory I just got spread like wildfire in my body, I couldn’t contain it. The doors of the courtroom swung open and I stepped into the daylight. The sun, high in the sky, hit me with a blend of heat and severe brightness. I had to cover my eyes for a second to adjust to it. I opened my eyes to see a large number of crowd made up of people who Mr Fisher had unjustly robbed in the name of getting treatment in his hospital, and their families, journalists and news agencies all waiting patiently for the result. The moment they all sighted me, a sudden hush fell over them. Some had their palms joined together, mumbling words of prayers. Others simply held hands with or embraced their relatives in hope of good news. “We won!” I declared and the crowd erupted into cheers. Many couldn’t contain their tears and broke down. I held tightly unto the folder of legal documents close to my chest, an evidence of the justice I won for myself and ev
Author's POV. The courtroom air? Stale. Stiff. Like a morgue with better lighting. Dr. Fisher sits slumped. Tailored suit. Empty eyes. His lawyer, a slick weasel in pinstripes, adjusts his tie. 'Nervous'. Prosecutor Amelia Voss strides forward. Heels 'click-clack' like a ticking bomb. She slaps a file on the jury’s rail. Papers flutter. “Ladies. Gentlemen. This man”—she whirls, points at Fisher—“is no healer. He’s a 'chemist of death'.” The jury leans in. Fisher’s pen trembles. “Forged prescriptions. Falsified records. 'Profit over pulse'.” Voss tosses photos—bottles with smudged labels, scribbled dosages. “He didn’t 'mistreat' patients. He 'weaponized' them.” A juror gasps. Fisher’s lawyer stands. “Objection! Speculative—” “Overruled.” Judge Calloway’s voice grinds. Granite face. Ice-chip eyes. “Proceed, Ms. Voss.” She smiles. Feral. “Gladly.” ''' The witnesses come. A parade of ghosts. First: Mrs. Eliza Trent. Apron stained. Hands raw. “My husband… his arthritis