MARIUS’ POV: This has to be the place. Standing outside Carter and Hazel’s old apartment door, I glance over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of the undercover officers and my disguised bodyguards as passersby. When they give me the signal, I knock on the door. I wait, straining to hear any sign of movement from within. But there’s nothing. The babysitters are possibly being cautious. Or possibly Carter is inside, holding them hostage. The lock requires both a password and biometrics, so I’m left with kicking the door with all my might to get in. It swings open after several kicks, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud.I rush inside. The officers and my bodyguards follow suit. But it’s empty. There’s no sign of anyone having been here recently.“Damn it,” I hiss, fists clenching.Did I make a mistake? Carter has several apartments, but this is the only one he allowed Hazel to use during their marriage. “We’ll check the security footage, see if we can find any clues a
HAZEL’S POV: It's time to go and save my Sammy! I wait until I’m certain Marius and papa are gone. Then, I open my eyes and spit out the sedative pills I’ve hidden beneath my tongue. The babysitters’ surrender is a ruse, orchestrated by Carter to lure Marius and papa away from me. That’s written as my instruction on how to get to him at the back of the note I found in Sammy’s crib. I consider telling Marius and papa the truth, but I’m scared that if I do, Carter will find out before we can capture him. I can’t risk the possibility of never seeing my Sammy again. The mansion is full of bodyguards and staff, all under strict orders to keep me safe, but contained. So I have to be very careful with my every move. Slipping out of the bedroom, I navigate the corridors, avoiding the main areas where the bodyguards and staff will be most vigilant. I then make my way to the back door where I spot one of the bodyguards’ cars. Its heavily tinted windows provide the perfect cover. I hop i
There’s nobody to blame here, but me! I let my desperation cloud my judgment. But dealing with my mistakes won’t do me any good. What I need now is to find a way out! Sitting in front of a vanity mirror, I can’t control my tears from streaming down my face. The makeup artist sighs loudly, her patience wearing thin. "Just because I'm cashing out a big payment for this, doesn't mean you have the right to make my job harder."My hands clench in my lap, and hiss back, "Then leave me alone! If you don't, I may do something to you that you'll regret!"The makeup artist falters. "I-I can't. J-just let me do my job, and be done with it."My eyes suddenly land on the makeup artist's phone, placed on the bedside table. And an idea crops up in my mind. I abruptly sit up, and begin hurling objects around the room in a fit of rage. Perfume bottles, brushes, and even flower vases flow through the air, clattering against the floor.When I’m close enough, I snatch the phone and quickly hide it in
No matter how much I despise him, I can't bring myself to kill him! Carter is stunned, staring at me. I fired the shot, but it went past him, hitting the wall behind him. And I hate myself for leaving him unscathed when I already had the chance to end it all for good!I collapse to the floor, tears streaming down my face. The thought of Sammy flashes in my mind. If I don't have him, I may have taken my own life to escape this torment instead!Carter slowly kneels down beside me, his expression softening. He then gently takes the gun from my trembling hands. I flinch at his touch but am too drained to even resist.Then Carter wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear, "Thank you, and I'm sorry."Though he sounds genuine, his words are meaningless if he continues to keep me and Sammy as his prisoners.Carter scoops me into his arms and carries me upstairs to my bedroom. "I need some time alone. Leave," I say, not looking him in the eyes.Without argument, he leaves.I curl up
I refuse to speak, let alone glance at any of the Whitlocks' faces. It makes my stomach churns to pretend that I’m happy being around them.Sammy has already been taken to his room by the maids. I attempt to excuse myself from the dining table to be with Sammy, but Elmyra…"Please, Hazel, join us," she insists with a brittle smile.I can only sigh, I’m too exhausted to argue. I’m not in need of welcoming anything that’ll only drain my little-to-nothing strength, so I stay. Surprisingly, Elmyra proactively cooks the dinner. I’ve never seen her near the stove or even touch any kitchen utensils before. I hope the meal will taste as bad as her attitude, so Reeve and Carter won't enjoy it.Elmyra sets the pot of the beef stew on the table with that same brittle smile she’s been wearing since arriving here, which irritates me. Her fakeness continues as she first and only serves me, letting the men scoop their own portions. As we eat, Elmyra turns to Carter. "I’m so happy you’re alive, C
CARTER’S POV: Woo-woo-woo! The villa's safety alert blares loudly, jolting me awake. I dash to the balcony only to find two boats cutting through the waves, heading straight for the island. Panic surges through me. I don't need to see who are inside those boats; but I know they’re coming for me!S.hit! How did they find us here?!The villa soon erupts into chaos, shouts and hurried footsteps echoing through the halls."This way!" one of the guards calls out, leading mom and Uncle Reeve toward the back of the villa where the submersible waits."Carter, come with us!" mom pleads. "Let’s escape together!""You go on without me,” I say. “I'll use the other submersible. I need to get Hazel and Sammy first.""Hazel is stubborn, Carter!" Mom counters. "She'll only put you in danger again, and I can't lose you again!"Frustration flares within me, but I can't waste time arguing. So I turn to my men and order them, "Take her to Uncle Reeve. Make sure she's safe.""No! Carter, please! Come
HAZEL’S POV: I sink myself into Marius’ arms outside the morgue, my tears streaming down my face. Carter’s gone! Truly gone! The pain is just as intense as when I first saw the news of Carter's alleged death. But this time, it’s real. Carter's corpse lay inside. Though we’re now free from him, I feel bad for Sammy, who grew close to him over the last few days. During our stay on the island, I had glimpses of Carter's potential to be better. There were moments of kindness and love in him, but his pride always took the better of him. He grew up never losing to anyone, and he would rather lose his life than finally experience losing fights. All I can do now is pray that Carter's soul will find peace, wherever it is. Marius tightens his embrace around me as my knees buckle, and I almost collapse to the floor. The warmth and the comfort he’s offering are unfortunately not enough compared to my sadness. Suddenly, the chief of police appears in the hallway. "We were able to capture so
I can't believe I’m mourning Carter, the man I once despised the most, as much as I am now. But we shared some great memories that don’t deserve to be forgotten.I’ve been trying to visit Carter’s grave for days, but the Whitlock's bodyguards always turn me away. Today is no different. They stand firm, blocking my path. "Please," I beg. "I just want to leave these flowers." One of the guards shakes his head. “You’re not welcome here.” Frustration wells up inside me, but I just turn away. I know better than to waste my time and energy arguing. Back at home, I sit in my therapist's temporary office, feeling a sense of relief. My treatment is working; the nightmares have faded, and my distress is lessening. On top of it all, my relationship with Marius significantly improves.And we're now planning our wedding. Though our fathers are very supportive of it, Betty makes it very clear she doesn't want me as her daughter-in-law. Papa invites Marius and his parents for dinner tonight