ICE’S POV:I looked down at myself and realized that I was wearing different clothes, which were different from my own. I also notice that I am not wearing the dress that I wore to the party anymore. How many days has it been? I guess they changed my clothes due to my state at that time. I was full of blood and dirt that night. I touched my shoulder and felt all the bandages that were wrapped around my skin from my toes up to my shoulder. I also touched the one on my head, and there was also a cloth there, which I assume that I have experienced having a fever since this time. It was a cloth with medicinal herbs on it.She may have noticed my expression, "I put bandages on your body because you have so many scratches, wounds, and bruises. Your body is also too weak now, so you should stay here to heal.” I heard her say, so I turned my attention to her. “How many days have passed since I was in a coma?” I asked her calmly. She sighed and smiled faintly but before she could even answe
XERCEL'S POV:I nodded. "What are we going to tell his grandfather now?" I asked with a helpless tone and looked in her direction.She glanced back at me for a second before turning her attention back to the road. "I don't know the answer to that either. The only thing I know is that we will be scolded at some point.” She answered in a worried tone causing me to pout."You're right, and I need a break too. I haven't slept since that night, and I even got kicked by a monkey that time.” I groaned with a frown and looked out the window."There is nothing we can do, Xercel. As much as we all need and want to rest, we can’t. We need to find her first because even though we can rest physically, I know mentally and emotionally, we are still a burden." She said with a sigh. It made me silently agree. I sighed and thought that she was right. ICE'S POV:I told them calmly, "Before I leave, I will also leave the money I have here to the both of you. I know that this can help you with your dail
ICE’S POV:I looked at the back of the old man and saw how he looked around the grocery store. I walked towards where he was standing and stopped beside him while he was still focused on looking around. I observed his expression and smiled when I saw that it was full of excitement, as if this was the first time that he had come to a place he had been dying to enter. I sighed at this thought and looked at the old man gently. I can’t help but feel sympathy for this man, but other than that, I could still say that they are somehow lucky to live in a peaceful and safe place, unlike mine. “Grandpa, just get a basket and choose the things you need and want from this store. It’s on me,” I told him softly.This made the old man turn his attention to me.He smiled, “Okay, dear. Thank you so much.” He mumbled excitedly while getting a basket beside him. I just smiled and nodded my head in answer before motioning to him to go on. I was just observing him while he was getting all the things h
ICE’S POV:Zee drives even faster as I continue changing bullets with those people behind us."Don't worry, all my cars are bulletproof." She mumbled as if it would make us both at ease. I rolled my eyes hearing those words and just nodded my head as an answer, since what should I say anyway? That was quite a relief since there is still a possibility that I will survive this and I will not die today. Fuck it! Grandma Mirasol just treated me and I just healed not too long ago. In short, I just survived that fucking close-to-death experience, and then what? I'm going to be hit with a gun again? What kind of fucking luck is this? I think I'm not made of steel or even bulletproof, right?I mumbled and sighed helplessly. "It's really annoying, you know?" I asked sarcastically. "Too bad, I was already in this situation even though I wanted to end this now since I badly want to go home and sleep,” I added.“Then kill them as soon as possible.” I heard her say in panic as her attention was
XERCEL’S POV:"Ice is missing." We flinched because of the coldness of his voice as he said those words. I even gulped secretly when I realized that it was not a fucking question but rather a statement. Now, I am right. He already knew that Ice was missing, and the way he spoke was fucking sinister, which made all of my hair stand up. "Since when?" he asked in a cold tone.I gulped, but we knew that we still needed to answer him. "Since that night of the auction," I answered hesitantly, and thankfully, I didn't stutter while saying those words."Don't worry, I will still send you to continue searching for her." This calm statement makes me nervous even more because I have this feeling that I will not like the next words he will say. "But, you have to receive punishment if you still can't find her for a month," he added coldly, which caused me to swallow one after another. I knew it!Storm was about to speak this time, but the door immediately opened, causing us to stand up at the s
ICE’S POV:He was just looking at me hesitantly for how many minutes now. I told him, irritatingly. "Give me a valid reason, Grandpa. I fucking need to know!” I looked at him angrily as I said those words. Geez, this silence and questions in my head are killing me! I am aching to fucking know the truth! Just fucking why are they hiding these important things away from me?He sighed and massage his temple as if he was also stressed about the situation. “Because the doctor said so. Your situation will put you in danger once we force you to remember the past. According to him, you will only remember it naturally when your brain is already okay, like right now." He explains in a gentle tone as if begging me to calm down.I snorted at hearing those words. "Maybe you're forgetting, I'm a doctor too, Grandpa,” I told him.He shook his head, “That time, we don’t have any choice but to do it.” He explained.I sighed, “I understand that you are scared that time but things are different now.
ICE’S POV:Was he also worried about me? I guess he is. What happened to him anyway? And what should I do about this situation of mine? However, despite everything that happened, I know in my heart that I will still choose my child more than anything in this world.I can’t help but think about him every now and then. I sighed and shook my head to get those thoughts out of my head. The thing that I must think of now is how to face my husband.I need to focus and prepare my heart and mind for what’s waiting for me once we get to the place where Grandpa is taking me."We're here, child," Grandpa mumbled calmly, which brought me back to the present situation.I immediately looked out the window and felt that this place was somewhat familiar, but I can’t point out where I saw this place at the moment. Did I come here before? My mind was clouded with doubt, but perhaps I'll figure it out later.I heard the door open, which indicated that Grandpa had already gotten out, but I didn’t look in
ICE’S POV: I looked at him and nodded my head. "Yes, I'm fine, Grandpa," I answered and sighed before looking back at the man who was claiming to be my husband. "So, if you were really my husband, may I know what happened to me back then?" I asked him with a serious expression. He glanced at Grandpa and their eyes met for a few minutes, as if they were talking about something using eye contact. I was just observing them silently, and after that staring contest between them, they immediately looked back at me together. "Let’s all sit down for now and I will be willing to tell you," he told me, and I just nodded my head. "Ice, sit with the children," Grandpa told me, so I nodded at this as both Gray and he sat beside each other. This made me sit on the couch adjacent to both of them while my children sat beside me. Once we are already settled on our seats, I immediately face Gray while waiting for the next thing he will tell me. He sighed and asked, "What do you want to know?" His
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
THIRD PERSON’S POV:On the other side, "Calvin, Travor, and Kiana reached the main entrance, spotting guards converging on the control room."Calvin whispered, "We're not too late. Let's go."They engaged the guards in a swift and calculated skirmish, taking them down one by one with a combination of martial prowess and precision.Travor took down a guard as he whispered, "Marcus and Jerry must be in trouble. We have to hurry."Kiana knocked out a guard as she mumbled, "Agreed. Let's clear the way."On the other side, Alfer, John, and Daryl pressed forward, their movements fluid as they navigated the dimly lit corridor.Alfer checked the corners as he mumbled, "Keep pushing. We're almost there."Suddenly, a group of guards rounded the corner, spotting the infiltrators.John smirked as he mumbled, "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."Daryl cracked his knuckles as he muttered, "Let's give them a taste of our skills."A fierce battle ensued as the infiltrators clashed with the g
THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
ICE’S POV:Inside, an ensemble of guards stationed throughout offered their respectful greetings. It was a familiar routine, and their commitment to our children's protection never wavered.Venturing deeper, we were met with a heartwarming sight. On the couch, our two children were engrossed in their tablets, undoubtedly lost in the world of their game company—an endeavor they had taken upon themselves.My throat gave a subtle cough as we entered their line of sight. In response, their heads snapped up in a mixture of surprise and sheer delight.The room was alive with a sort of controlled chaos. I watched as History hopped off the sofa with a reckless enthusiasm that sent a pang of worry through me. His father's voice, laced with pure concern, rumbled like a soothing undertone, "Be careful, baby!"Chronicles, his older brother, didn't hold back either. His words came out in a stern, almost icy tone, but beneath that frostiness, concern flickered like a hidden flame: "Slow down, Histo
CALVIN’S POV:Meanwhile, Grayson sat alongside Zee, the enigmatic figure responsible for the intricate hacking that fortified Ice's group. Learning that Zee led the faction known as Antares stunned everyone, even Arthur and Luke, cyber experts themselves, who had worked under her leadership for so long. I made a mental note to uncover the backstory behind Grayson and Zee's connection when the timing was right.Other than Ysabelle, Taylor, and Arthur, who were already acquainted, the rest of the newcomers had just arrived this morning. The dynamics in the room were captivating—a mix of camaraderie and curiosity, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.Amidst the hum of conversations, what puzzled me was the trio from Jaycel's team; their gaze was locked onto Travor. He remained unfazed by their judgmental stares, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He seemed impervious to their scrutiny as he goaded the mother of his child, her simmering anger evident yet contained.Within this intrica
ICIEST’S POV:Her response carried a scoff, her voice tinged with humor despite the situation: "I'm keeping it in check. You know me, I've got this. We're nearly at your location, so sit tight."A frown creased my brow, her words stirring a different kind of unease. Swiftly, I retorted, "Don't play it down too much. I'll be waiting right here, wife. Just get back safely."The tension in the air was thick as I clenched my fist, waiting for her response. The seconds felt like an eternity until her voice finally broke through the silence."I will," she replied, her words hanging in the air like a promise. The call ended, leaving me with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.As the call ended, I turned my gaze to Grayson, who seemed to release a breath he had been holding. There was a tension in the air that still lingered, but some of it seemed to ease with his reaction.Calmly, I advised, "Let's give them a few minutes. They should be arriving soon."My prediction wasn't off, as mere mom
GRAYSON’S POV:I nodded, my exhale carrying the weight of my anxiety. Just when it seemed like the call would go unanswered once more, I glanced at my sister, her expression unwaveringly frosty.My hope was fading, and desperation clawed at me, but then, miraculously, someone picked up the call. It took every ounce of restraint not to burst into a jubilant shout—a reaction completely out of character for me.I had never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, nor did I usually indulge in sentimentality. My demeanor was typically as chilly as a winter breeze, and my interactions with others were marked by detached professionalism.But in the face of recent events, my perspective has shifted. I had come to realize that I was no longer an island, no longer alone. Their well-being had become paramount to me, and I would do anything to keep them safe from harm.As soon as Calvin answered the call, I hit the loudspeaker button, ensuring Ice and Iciest could listen in on our conversation.