Isabel’s POVWhen I woke, the first thing I noticed was the faint golden light filtering through the curtains. The second was the warmth of Emerson’s hand wrapped tightly around mine. He was slumped over the edge of the bed. His head was resting precariously on the mattress, his face drawn with exhaustion. He was asleep.The IV stand beside me stood empty, the needle removed from my hand. I felt an odd sense of calm, as though the storm of rage and grief had temporarily settled. My mind was clearer now, and with it came a stark realization. What I had done last night, the chaos I had unleashed, wasn’t going to solve anything.Death was too easy, too merciful for Lilith. She deserved to experience the same agony she’d inflicted on me. I couldn’t let her escape the torment she had brought into my life so easily.I carefully tried to withdraw my hand from Emerson’s grasp, not wanting to wake him. But the slight movement stirred him, and his eyes shot open, bloodshot and panicked.“Isa,”
Isabel’s POVEmerson stood frozen, his face pale as he processed my demand for the truth. For a fleeting moment, I thought he might deny it, but then his shoulders sagged, the fight draining from him.“I’ll tell you everything,” he said quietly, his voice strained. “But I swear, Isabel, I never planned to betray you during our marriage. What happened with Lilith… it was a mistake—an accident I couldn’t undo.”His words struck me like a physical blow. An accident? My mind spun with disbelief and fury. How dare he reduce the utter destruction of my life to something as trivial as a mistake?“I didn’t even know what happened that night,” Emerson continued, his voice trembling. “I was drunk. I woke up with no memory, just… evidence. And then Lilith came to me months later, claiming she was pregnant. I didn’t believe her at first, but after Liam was born…” He hesitated, looking away as though ashamed to meet my gaze. “I did the paternity test. Liam is my son. That’s the truth.”The air in
Isabel’s POVThe cool night air hit my face as we rushed outside. Emerson carried Liam in his arms, his face a mask of fear and desperation. The sight was so surreal I could barely process it. Just as we reached the driveway, Caleb’s car screeched to a halt, his headlights cutting through the darkness.“Isabel?” Caleb’s voice was laced with worry as he got out of the car. “I came to see if you were okay after everything that happened at the banquet… What’s going on?”Emerson didn’t slow down, his steps quick and purposeful. “No time to explain!” he barked. “Liam needs help. Stay here with Isabel.”But I stepped forward, shaking my head. “I’m going with you.”Caleb turned to me, confused. “Isa, are you sure? You don’t look well yourself.”“I’m fine,” I replied, though I wasn’t. My legs felt like jelly, and my head was still spinning from everything that had happened earlier. But something inside me couldn’t let Liam suffer alone.Emerson hesitated, glancing between me and Caleb. “You’r
Isabel’s POVAn awkward silence stretched between us as Caleb realized his mistake. He had almost revealed my secret, after promising me he wouldn’t tell Emerson.“Caleb, what are you talking about?” Emerson’s voice rang sharp with alarm, his gaze bouncing between the two of us. “Isa, explain. What’s going on?”My chest tightened as Caleb’s slip hung in the air. The last thing I wanted was for Emerson to know the truth about my illness—not now, not like this. My mind raced, grasping for an excuse that wouldn’t crumble under Emerson’s probing questions.“It’s nothing,” I said quickly, forcing my voice to steady. “Caleb is just overreacting. I’ve been a little unwell recently, that’s all.”Caleb’s face was taut with guilt, his lips pressed into a thin line. He looked as though he wanted to protest. But I caught his eye and gave a slight shake of my head. His shoulders sagged as he understood my silent plea to keep quiet.But Emerson wasn’t so easily convinced. His eyes narrowed, suspici
Isabel’s POVEmerson’s face was a storm of anger as he stood near his phone, which had miraculously survived the fall. The rage that had consumed him moments before was evident in the tense set of his jaw and the tremble in his clenched fists. I lingered by the doorway, unsure of what to say. The aftermath of his outburst settled heavily around us.When he finally noticed me, his hardened expression softened. His exasperation momentarily melted into something gentler. His eyes met mine, a mixture of frustration and guilt swirling in their depths.I forced an awkward smile, unsure of how to navigate the tension. “I… I didn’t mean to overhear,” I said quietly, my voice barely cutting through the silence.He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “It’s not your fault,” he muttered. “It’s hers.”I didn’t ask for details; I could already piece together enough. Lilith. Whatever she’d said or done during that heated phone call had pushed him to his breakin
Isabel’s POVWhen the doctor said I couldn’t donate my blood, my heart dropped. I thought it was because of my illness—something I had been so desperate to keep hidden. “Why not, Doctor? What’s going on?” Emerson demanded.My mind raced for an explanation that would divert attention from my condition. But then, the doctor’s words sliced through the air like a thunderclap:“Immediate family members cannot donate blood.”What?The room froze in shock. The statement hung in the air, confusing and impossible. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat loud enough to drown out the quiet murmurs around me. Surely, he must have been mistaken. My illness must have been the real reason. How else could this be explained?“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice trembling, barely louder than a whisper. “Please, explain.”The doctor hesitated, his gaze darting between us as if he didn’t know how to soften the blow. “There are indicators in Liam’s DNA that suggest…” He trailed off, adjusting h
Isabel’s POVI slowly turned my gaze to Emerson, my heart pounding in my chest. The words he’d just spoken hung in the air between us, a shock that reverberated through my body. My eyes met his, and I stared at him, stunned by the audacity of the question. My voice caught in my throat.“What?” I finally managed to croak, my voice trembling.“You heard me,” Emerson repeated, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that felt almost suffocating. “If Liam is your son—our son—you’d want him to grow up in a stable home, right? I’m asking if you’d consider giving us another chance.”The question felt like a slap, a cruel and twisted joke at a time when everything else seemed to be collapsing around me. My lips parted, but no words came. The confusion, anger, and disbelief swirled inside me until I couldn’t take it any longer. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped Emerson across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, a sharp, resounding reality.“How dare you
Isabel’s POVThe atmosphere in the hospital room was a mix of tense anticipation and fragile hope. Liam’s tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. It was a comforting sight, even if the future still felt like a swirling cloud of uncertainty. Suddenly, the sharp ring of Emerson's phone cut through the quiet hum of the hospital room. Emerson’s brows knitted as he glanced at the screen. He answered quickly, his voice dropping to a low, urgent tone. His expression shifted dramatically—surprise, disbelief, and then a sharp edge of worry settled into his features.“I’m sorry,” he said after a brief pause, his voice wavering for a split second before regaining some composure. “I have to go. There’s trouble at the main house. My parents just got back from abroad, and some policemen broke in. They’ve taken my father away.”His eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, searching for some reaction. “The police said he has to cooperate with an investigation into my company’s bribery event. But I
Isabel’s POVDays passed, stretching into an unspoken eternity, and Emerson’s condition could no longer be kept from Liam and Elena.One afternoon, I was sitting by Emerson’s bed, my hand gently brushing his, when the door to the hospital room creaked open. My heart skipped a beat."Liam, Elena, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion. I hadn’t expected them today, and the sight of their small faces brought a surge of overwhelming love and guilt.Eric stood behind them, his expression apologetic, his eyes soft with understanding. “They begged me, Isabel. They wouldn’t stop asking to see him... I couldn’t say no anymore.”Liam’s face was drawn, his usual bright energy dimmed with concern. Elena clung to her brother, her eyes wide with fear as they both hesitated in the doorway.Before I could say anything else, another figure appeared behind them, stepping into the room. My heart stopped for a moment as I looked up to see Emerson’s mother, Estelle, walking towards
Isabel’s POVA month had passed. One whole month, and still, no sign of life from Emerson. The machines beside his bed beeped steadily. A monotonous rhythm that I had come to know too well. A rhythm that seemed to mock the stillness of his body. I sat by his side every day, watching him, praying for some miracle—some sign that he was still there, still fighting. But each time I whispered his name, there was nothing. Nothing but the soft hum of hospital machinery.“Emerson,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound steady. “Don’t you want to be with me? If you wake up, I promise we can live happily as a family of four.”I meant it, every word of it. The thought of a future with him, of raising our children together, was the only thing that kept me going. I needed him to hear me. I needed him to wake up.But Emerson remained unresponsive.He looked like a prince charming, trapped in an eternal dream—strangely peaceful. I combed his dark hair back neatly after gently
Isabel’s POVThe world blurred—shouts, chaos, the metallic scent of blood thick in my nostrils. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I clung to Emerson, his labored breaths hot against my skin.I didn’t dare move. The slick warmth of his blood drenching me was unnerving. His chest rose and fell in erratic, shallow breaths. But then, amid the cacophony of battle, a stunned silence emerged. Orders were shouted. Weapons clicked into position. Something had changed. I forced myself to glance up from Emerson’s chest, my pulse hammering.Alistair stood frozen, his face contorted in pain. Blood dripped from his hand—the very hand that had been pointing a gun at me just seconds before. His grip slackened, and the weapon tumbled to the ground.A sniper.Alistair’s men immediately scattered, taking defensive positions, frantically searching the area. But before they could react, several of them suddenly dropped to the ground.They were convulsing violently, frothing at the mouth. One by one, the
Isabel’s POVMy wrists ached from the tight ropes binding my hands behind my back as I was shoved forward. The rough ground beneath my boots felt unsteady, my knees weak with exhaustion. The air smelled of blood, gunpowder, and sweat. The night was still alive with distant gunfire, but here, in the heart of the enemy’s grasp, there was only the sound of my ragged breathing and Alistair’s mocking laughter.“Stop resisting, Emerson,” he drawled, his voice filled with smug amusement. “You’re in over your head. Oh—look who finally decided to join us.”Emerson was holding back several opponents, bruised and bloodied from the fight. His head snapped up at Alistair’s words.He turned, and when his eyes landed on me, something in his face shifted. Shock, then rage, then a devastating kind of fear. He lunged forward, but a guard was faster. A rifle butt slammed into Emerson’s ribs. The sickening crack echoed in the night, and he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air."Emerson!" I screamed,
Isabel’s POVAt first, Emerson and I managed to escape the building, slipping into the shadows like ghosts. The night was thick around us, swallowing our hurried footsteps as we navigated through the wreckage of Alistair’s camp. The distant gunfire and shouts of battle echoed behind us. But just as we reached the edge of the compound, the world seemed to shift.From the darkness, figures emerged—silent and predatory, their weapons gleaming under the pale moonlight. They moved like shadows given form, their presence an unspoken promise of violence. My breath caught in my throat as a dozen, no, more than two dozen enemies surrounded us, blocking every escape route. The sheer hatred in their eyes sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. These weren’t just guards; they were fanatics, men who thrived in the chaos of bloodshed and terror.Emerson moved instinctively, stepping in front of me, gun raised. “Stay close,” he murmured, barely audible over the wind. I nodded, steadying my grip
Sebastian/Elias’ POVScarlet’s scream echoed through the dimly lit room, raw with disbelief and fury. “You’re lying!” she spat, her eyes blazing with denial. The restraints binding her wrists rattled as she struggled, but I didn’t move to stop her. There was no point—her fight wasn’t with me. It was with the truth.I let out a slow breath, pulling a small, timeworn pocket watch from my coat. The silver casing had dulled over the years, but the engraved initials remained clear. I clicked it open and held it out to her, revealing a faded family photograph inside.“My father gave this to me before he died,” I said evenly, my voice softer than before. “He cared about you, Scarlet. No matter what you believe, you were never forgotten.”Her breath hitched. For a moment, the fire in her eyes flickered, replaced by something rawer—uncertainty. “How could it be?” she murmured, barely more than a whisper.All the pieces had finally clicked into place as Scarlet unraveled her story. The tangled
Scarlet’s POVTelling my story, I was flung back into the past. Lost in the grip of memories that had never truly left me. The present moment faded, and I found myself reliving those painful years. As vivid and raw as the day they had happened.I had been young, hopeful, foolish. Despite the years of neglect, I had still wanted my parents' love. But when I overheard them denying my very existence, something inside me snapped.Disheartened, I had returned to the countryside, burying myself in my studies. Medicine became my refuge, my salvation. I dedicated myself to understanding the human body—not just how to heal it, but how to manipulate it, how to break it. My hands, once weak and trembling from years of frustration, became steady, precise instruments of control.The first time I killed a lab mouse, something dark and exhilarating bloomed inside me. Power. The ability to decide whether something lived or died. The ability to take control of what had always been out of my grasp.
Elias’ POVI watched from the shadows as Isabel and Emerson disappeared into the night, their figures swallowed by the chaos of battle outside. I clenched my fists and tried to push down the sharp, aching weight that settled in my gut.Maybe it had been foolish to think I ever stood a chance with Isabel. Emerson had always been the one she turned to in the end. The one she trusted in the heat of battle. The one she looked at with that fierce determination in her eyes. And me? I was just a shadow lingering on the edges of her world, never quite stepping into the light.A slow clap echoed through the dimly lit room."Are you just going to let them go?" Scarlet’s voice slithered through the shadows like a snake.I turned away from the exit, my expression unreadable as I faced the woman bound to the chair before me. Her wrists were tied behind her back, her face partially obscured by strands of disheveled hair. Even restrained, she exuded a sickening confidence, her smirk unwavering.I m
Isabel’s POVI had to stop Margot.There was no time to think, no time to call for backup—just raw instinct and the desperate need to prevent her from making a terrible mistake. My boots pounded against the forest floor as I sprinted after her, weaving through the pine trees in pursuit. I knew why she was doing this. I understood the desperate, reckless pull of wanting to save someone you love. But charging straight into enemy territory? Alone? It was suicide.“No!” I hissed under my breath, pushing my legs harder.Margot moved swiftly, her figure barely a shadow in the dim light. She reached the edge of the enemy’s perimeter and, without hesitation, hoisted herself up onto a low window ledge. She pulled her body through with practiced agility. She was inside before I could even call her name.Damn it.I skidded to a halt near the building, pressing myself against the rough exterior. The compound was crawling with patrols. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, calculating the be