Isabel’s POV"I was tortured day after day in this hospital, Isabel. At first, I resisted, but that only made things worse. Eventually, the drugs got to me. I became numb, like a dol. Preparing for what they wanted me to be."Margot’s words clung to the air like a bitter fog, wrapping themselves around me. I tried to imagine her, once strong and vibrant. But now, she was crumbling under the weight of cruelty and betrayal. The thought of someone—let alone a family member—intentionally breaking a human soul like that made my stomach churn."But then," Margot continued, her voice wavering, "one day, the new nurse came. She was careless, didn’t follow protocol like the others. For the first time, I saw a crack in their perfect system of control."Her gaze shifted to me, searching my face for something—hope, maybe? Understanding? I wasn't sure what she saw. But I reached out, squeezing her hand.“You’re so brave, Margot. What they did to you—what they’re still doing—no one should have to
Emerson’s POVWhen I woke up, the pain in my head was blinding. The dull throb seemed to pulse through my entire body. I tried to focus, tried to remember what had happened. How long had I been out for? But my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps."Mr. Emerson, you're awake! How are you feeling?" The voice was concerned, almost panicked. A servant I barely recognized rushed over to help me sit up."I’m fine," I muttered, even though the ache in my skull suggested otherwise. "How long have I been unconscious?""Almost two weeks, sir. But I wasn’t the one taking care of you the first week.""Who was that?" I asked, my voice sharper than intended. The thought of anyone other than my close staff taking care of me made my skin crawl.The servant hesitated, his eyes darting nervously before answering, "It was Miss Isabel, but..." He trailed off, his expression uncertain, as if he feared saying more.A strange warmth spread through my chest. Isabel had been taking care of me
Isabel’s POVMargot stared at me with those wide, haunted eyes. Her usual mask of detachment was beginning to crack. Something about my words had gotten through. I could feel it. In a place like this, hope was elusive. A distant dream buried under fear and despair. But her life, I could tell, was never meant to be wasted in this cold, brutal place."You don’t belong here, Margot. You know that, right?" I said, trying to coax her past her doubts. "Your story isn’t over."She hesitated. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to speak but was still unsure whether to trust me or her fear. Her fingers absentmindedly twisted the fabric of her tattered dress."Are you familiar with the terrain?" I asked, my voice soft but insistent. We needed to think practically. I didn’t even know where we were. "If we’re going to escape, I need to know how to get out."Her eyes flickered with something—memory, or maybe fear. "I... I know some of it," she whispered. "Once, when I pretended to lose my mind, I r
Isabel’s POVSince the doctor’s terrifying words, the fear gnawed at me, relentless and suffocating. My only chance to avoid the guest was to speed up the escape plan with Margot. Every day we spent here was a day closer to the inevitable. We couldn’t wait much longer. The painkiller they'd given me worked. It numbed the throbbing pain in my head just enough for me to think clearly. To focus on the one thing keeping me sane—freedom.Since my headache, the new nurse had stopped slacking. Whether out of fear or guilt, she diligently came by with those pills every morning. Her hands were always cold, her face always emotionless, as she shoved those bitter pills into my mouth. But then, one day, an idea sparked in my mind—risky, but maybe it could work. When she approached with her usual bored expression, I clutched my head, feigning a more severe headache.As she put the pills in my mouth, I seized the opportunity. I bit down hard on her finger. “Ow!” She yelped in pain and slapped me a
Isabel’s POVMargot’s eyes widened. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. Then, slowly, she nodded. “I’ll do it,” she promised. Her voice was thick with emotion. “I swear I’ll do it, Isabel. But you’re not going to die anytime soon. We’re getting out of here.”I smiled weakly, but the truth hung heavy between us. We both knew the odds weren’t in our favor. Yet, for the first time in a long time, I felt a flicker of hope—however small it was.“Then it’s a deal,” I whispered.In the days that followed, something was off with Margot. I could feel it in the way she moved—sudden and secretive. She was always glancing over her shoulder like she was hiding something. The staff hadn’t been locking our door. Whenever the nurse came in, I feigned to be powerless and limp due to the drugs and my disease. And Margot kept up her crazy act. They thought it no longer necessary to lock us up in the room.For days now, Margot had been sneaking off. She vanished for short periods, then returne
Isabel’s POVMargot and I froze. We pressed our bodies tightly against a rough piece of jutted wall. The patrolman’s footsteps grew louder. I covered my mouth, feeling my heart race in my chest like it was trying to escape. My entire body tensed. Each thud of the man’s boots made it clear that we were moments from being caught. The darkness around us seemed to close in, amplifying every sound.Margot crouched beside me, clutching the sack of supplies she had so bravely gathered. She held her breath, eyes wide in the dim light.We both stared at the beam of the flashlight growing brighter as it neared. The patrolman was muttering something under his breath, his tone irritated.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will myself invisible as the flashlight swept perilously close to our hiding spot. Suddenly, the stillness of the night shattered.“CRACK!”A huge branch fell on the already-crumbling wall. The commotion startled a flock of birds nearby. They flew off in a noisy rush. The sound
Isabel’s POVThe cottage was eerily silent after the door slammed shut, leaving Margot and me frozen in fear. We huddled together, waiting for something—anything—to happen. My heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I feared it would give us away if anyone were out there. For what felt like an eternity, we remained like that, waiting. The wind howled outside, rattling the window panes.Slowly, I dared to open one eye, then the other. The door hadn’t moved. It must’ve been the wind. Relief washed over me, but my muscles still felt tense. My nerves were frayed beyond belief.“It’s... it’s just the wind,” I whispered shakily, my voice barely above a breath.Margot exhaled sharply. Her hands were trembling as she pushed herself upright. “I thought someone had come for us.” She glanced at the door again. Her eyes were wide with lingering fear.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Me too.” My voice sounded distant. Like I was speaking through layers of fog. My body felt heavy.I wa
Isabel’s POVMargot’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Isa, do you think the picture is important?”I bit my lip, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me. That photo... It had been such a small, insignificant thing, tucked away in the old woman’s pocket. But there was something unsettling about it. A faint familiarity that I couldn’t quite place. It was like a whisper in the back of my mind, tugging at a memory just out of reach.“I don’t know,” I murmured, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve. The cottage’s warmth suddenly felt stifling—the air thick and suffocating. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t explain why.A few seconds passed before I finally spoke again. My voice was hushed but urgent. “Margot, I think we’d better go.”Margot’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from confusion to concern. “Go? Now? Why?”I hesitated, trying to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know, it just... feels wrong.” The image of that photograph flashed in my mind again, and a cold shiver ra
Isabel’s POVThe judge’s gavel struck with finality, reverberating through the courtroom. “Victor Woods is hereby convicted on all charges,” the judge declared. A sense of justice filled the air, but it was laced with bitterness. Victor’s self-inflicted demise had robbed the survivors of a complete reckoning.The room was heavy with tension. Each attendee was digesting the events that had just unfolded. Victor had escaped his ultimate punishment, leaving behind unanswered questions and a fresh wound for those who had longed to see him truly held accountable.Elias stood at the front as Victor’s body was taken away. His face was pale, his usually steadfast demeanor cracked. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were clouded with frustration and anger. I wanted to reach out to him, to thank him for all he had done. But the weight of everything that had just happened made the words stick in my throat.As the courtroom began to empty, I stepped forward, determined to speak with Elias. But befo
Isabel’s POVThe courtroom erupted into a storm of murmurs and gasps as I stood there. My real family’s name—Sullivan—sliced through the air like a thunderclap. Some whispered about my identity, others speculated about the scandal unfolding before their eyes.“Order in the court!” the judge barked, her gavel striking down hard. The noise subsided into a tense silence. But curiosity lingered in every corner of the room. The judge leaned forward, her expression stern but intrigued. “Approach the stand,” she commanded, her voice sharp.I held my head high, letting the weight of every eye in the room settle on me. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I walked with measured, deliberate steps toward the witness stand. Years of pain, silence and waiting coiled within me. But outwardly, I was calm—poised.Victor’s lawyer shot to his feet, his veneer of professionalism cracking. “Your Honor, this is highly irregular. This witness—”“Sit down,” the judge cut him off, her glare slicin
Isabel’s POVThe courthouse room was small, almost claustrophobic. With its plain beige walls and a single monitor broadcasting the trial. I sat at a wooden table, my gaze locked on the screen. Victor Woods, the man who had ruined so many lives, sat at the defendant's table. His expression was calm, almost smug. He denied every charge with unwavering confidence. His lawyer was weaving a defense so skillful it seemed to turn lies into the truth.My fists clenched tightly in my lap, nails biting into my palms. The rage simmering beneath my skin threatened to boil over. But I forced myself to remain composed. I had waited years for this. Justice was so close. And yet, Victor’s smug defiance made it feel miles away.“Miss, here are your medical records, the injury assessment, and the recording,” my secretary said softly, placing a stack of documents on the table. Her voice was gentle but hesitant, as though she feared what my next move might bring. “Are you sure you want to do this?”I
Emerson’s POV“Daddy, where are you going?”I paused mid-step, turning to see Liam standing in the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair was a tousled mess, and his favorite blanket hung limply from his small hand. Despite the early hour, his innocent gaze pierced through me like sunlight through storm clouds.“You’re awake so early, my son,” I said, scooping him up into my arms. His warmth was comforting, grounding me in a way little else could.Liam tilted his head, curiosity shining in his eyes. “Are you going to see Mommy?”His words froze me in place. My grip on him tightened slightly, and I shot a questioning glance at the nanny standing just behind him. She shifted uncomfortably.“I… I think it’s because of your sleep talk, sir,” she admitted hesitantly. “Back when you went to visit Isabel’s grave every day, you, uh... Every time you returned, you’d call her name in your dreams.”“Oh… I see,” I muttered, my shoulders slumping slightly.The maid’s gaze softened as she c
Sebastian/Elias’ POV“Sir, the trial is about to begin.”Carter’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I nodded curtly, tightening my tie in the reflection of the courthouse window. My heart beat heavily, not with fear but with the weight of a mission that had spanned years. This was the day Victor Woods would finally face the consequences of his actions—a day I had dreamed of since I was a boy.Victor had taken everything from me: my father, my family, and the life I should have had. After Isabel left with the Sullivans, I threw myself fully into my revenge. My promotion following the intel I had provided about the hospital incident gave me the leverage I needed to expose the truth. Emerson's power and influence had been a useful tool. The path to today was carved with blood, sweat, and unrelenting determination.I inhaled deeply, steadying myself. The courthouse doors loomed large before me. But my mind slipped back to a day I will always cherish… The day I had finally shown Victor m
Isabel’s POVThe line was silent for a moment before a confused voice came through. "Sorry, who is this?" Robert asked, the faint sound of papers shuffling in the background.I almost laughed but held it back, savoring the moment. “It’s Isabel,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I’m back in Rivermont.”There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a stunned, almost disbelieving, “Isabel? Is it really you?”“It sure is,” I confirmed, letting the warmth in my voice convey what words couldn’t.The line went quiet again, but this time I could sense the emotion on the other end. “I—I can’t believe it,” Robert finally stammered. “After all this time…”“Well, believe it,” I replied lightly, though my heart felt heavy with the weight of all the years of silence between us. “I’m here, and I thought we should catch up.”“Yes,” he said immediately, his voice a mix of urgency and relief. “When? Where?”We arranged to meet at a quiet café on the edge of town. It had once been a favorite
Isabel’s POVThe weight of the key in my hand felt symbolic. It was a tangible marker of the new life ahead. As I slid it into the ornate lock of my new villa, a sense of determination settled over me. The door swung open, revealing a sprawling space with high ceilings, marble floors, and expansive windows that offered breathtaking views of the city skyline. Eric had outdone himself in finding us the best place on the market.This wasn’t just a home. It was a declaration of power and potential.Elena’s gasp brought a smile to my face. “This place is huge!” she exclaimed, her wide eyes darting around the opulent foyer.“It is,” I said, squeezing her small hand. “But no matter how big it is, it’s still just a house. We’ll make it a home.”She nodded, her excitement dimming slightly as she turned thoughtful. “Like we did back home, in Sicily?”“Exactly,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Together.”The maid Eric had arranged for us, a cheerful woman named Claire, greet
Isabel’s POVEric’s words stayed with me long after our conversation. The trust he placed in me, the belief that I could bring Liam back, was both empowering and terrifying. I had spent so long building myself up—physically, emotionally, and mentally—but leaving meant stepping into the unknown again.That night, as I began packing my suitcase, the reality of it all hit me. The familiar comfort of my family estate in Sicily would soon be replaced by the harsh world I had left behind. Yet, this time was different. I was different.A soft rustle near the door caught my attention. I turned to find Elena peeking in, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears.“Elena? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked gently, setting down the folded dress in my hands.She hesitated, then stepped into the room, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. “Are you… leaving me?”Her words pierced through me like a knife. I knelt down to her level, holding her tiny hands in mine. “Oh, sweetheart, no. I could never
Isabel’s POVThe days in Eric’s villa on the south coast of Sicily unfolded like a slow, beautiful symphony. The house itself was a marvel of understated elegance, perched on a hill with sweeping views of the ocean. The soft sound of waves crashing against the cliffs became the background music to my new life.Eric had spared no effort to make me feel welcome. My room was spacious and airy, its large windows letting in the golden morning light. Elena, the spirited little girl Eric had adopted, often wandered in without knocking. Her giggles filled the space as she clambered onto my bed or rummaged through my things with innocent curiosity.“Isabel, come look!” Elena called one morning, dragging me out of my study. She had found a butterfly in the garden and insisted we follow it. Her laughter was infectious as she darted through the roses, her tiny hands trying to catch the delicate creature without success. She reminded me so much of Liam—her curiosity, her boundless energy, and th