[VLADIMIR]The elevator ride is six minutes long, yet these six minutes feel awfully lengthy. I can’t help this feeling of unrest pooling in the pit of my stomach. Deliberately, I’ve been vague with Zarina about the place, purpose and person we are here to meet.In my defence, it is better this way. The questions she might have after this meeting will be easier to respond to. Clearer and less exhausting. Above and beyond, I don’t want her to have any prenotion, my feelings about this person should not matter. She should be the only person to decide her fate this time. Life has been dreadfully unfair to her in the past, and the least I can do is to provide her with the freedom to make her own choices. Even though I know how things might end up from here on, I know in my heart that it’s the right thing to do.From the corner of my eye, I watch her tapping her feet impatiently against the elevator floor. I can only imagine what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. She is nervous, and
[VLADIMIR]It’s been two days and Zarina hasn’t left her room; she barely even leaves her bed. She refuses to talk, eat, drink, or do anything at all, except for lying on the bed and staring blankly into nothing. I cannot help but worry about her, don’t know what to do or say or how to help her get through this tough time.Perhaps it’s all my fault. I should never have agreed, should not have given in to Isabella’s demand. Before the meeting, Zarina was happy, or at least, better than she is now. Instead of leading her blindly into the room, I should have warned her, given her a hint or something. Then again, if I had done so, she would have come up with millions of questions. And God knows, I’m trying to wrap my head around this mess myself. She is not alone in this turmoil of confusion. I’m with her. We should have seen this coming, though. The similarities were bang on. I just wonder how they hid the truth for so long, and how much more is there to it we still aren’t able to figure
[DIEGO]“She was right there,” I let out an aggravated exhale, sinking more and more into the couch. “And mother just let her go.” I still cannot believe it. After everything that dickhead Perazzo has made our family go through, my mother still allowed her to go with him. How could she even trust him? I cannot, for fuck’s sake, I never will.“It’s not easy for her either,” I hear Dom say, and I detest the point that he is right. He is fucking always right. “The least we can do is not question her decision. She knows what she is doing,” he shrugs calmly and I hear my chest grumble with another annoyed sigh.It’s been two days since the meeting and there is still no word from Vladimir Perazzo. Not to be rude, but I fucking knew this would happen. If the world was on the brink of an explosion and he was the last person to save us, I still wouldn’t trust him. I’ll take my chances and will still shoot him in the head, just like I do in every single dream of mine.“So, you saw her,” Dom inq
[ZARINA]Do you know they built Venice on more than a hundred small islands? Well, I didn’t.And do you know my life sucks? Yeah, me too.It’s been hours since we took off in the middle of nowhere. Literally. The yacht has been motionless, just floating, for the last few hours. Around us, there is nothing but an endless ocean and a sky so wide above that it’s almost daunting. Maybe, according to the map of the world, this place has a name, a relevance, but for someone like me, this is exactly what I’ll call nowhere.And nowhere is fucking awesome!After Vladimir left the room, leaving me with a new-fangled stab of guilt for knowing how oblivious he is to the truth himself, I only gave myself five minutes to recover before heading back up. Previously, I used to think it was of no concern to me if Vladimir ever learnt of his genuine relationship with Hazel, but now I’m afraid I do. I do care, and I should care as I know the truth and he doesn’t. Besides, if my personal experience has ta
[ZARINA]We were halfway through dinner when Vladimir received a call. No matter how many times his cell rang the entire day, he pretty much avoided them every single time. But this while, when he brought the phone up and saw the name on the screen, with no second thoughts, he whipped himself up and stormed over to the other end of the yacht. Joey and I shared a worried glance before he gave me a nod and followed him. Something twisted in my stomach every time I heard him shout. I didn’t know what was wrong. But he did. And he did not look Ok with it.In less than ten minutes, we were heading back to the pier. Once we reached, Vladimir opened the door of the car and tucked me inside. It wasn’t the same car we arrived in, and it took me a bit of a surprise when Vector wasn’t the one driving.Once Vladimir slipped inside and sat next to me, I couldn’t suppress the swelling curiosity anymore. “What is it?” I asked, and watched him rubbing his temple. “You can tell me, you know?” I want h
[ZARINA]It’s been three days already, and no one knows where Lizzy escaped to. I don’t know what to do, should I encourage them to keep looking for her and bring her back or should I respect her choice and let her live her life the way she wants? Isn’t that something I wanted too? Freedom. To be far away from this place, these people. Whatever made her change her mind about the people she once advocated for it has to be a good reason, right? All I want for her is to be away from all kinds of trouble this world is capable of. I want her safe. Happy.Every day since then, I wake up next to Vladimir and honestly speaking it's not that bad. I like the way he holds me, makes me feel safe. He never forces himself on me, not when he can help it. But the truth is I’ve started to admire his unpredictable side too. It’s kind of a turn-on when his eyes turn darker with something more than just simple fondness.“Are you sure you don’t want me inside?” Vladimir asked.Currently, we are sitting in
[ZARINA]When I walk out of the restaurant with my new family, Vladimir is not where I left him. The spot where he parked his car is empty. I won’t lie. I was hoping to see him one last time. Now that I know a few things about my family—something which is more than I ever knew—it’s not complicated to understand his reasons for not staying. And as much as I respect his thoughtfulness, I wish he stayed longer.A hand on my shoulder wakes me from my stupor. My gaze shifts from the road across to the owner of the hand. My mother.“Ready?” she asks. It’s only then a long queue of glossy black cars pulls up in front of us. Diego and Dominic are the first to step forward. While Dominic rounds one of them and switches places with the driver, Diego opens the door to the backseat of the same car and gives us a nod.During the entire ride, each one of them tries to make small talk. But it dies down sooner than any of us want. Diego is the one who tries the most. Dominic only rolls his eyes, some
[AURORA]I should have never returned.I should have never listened to what mom wanted from me. Did she not see how uncomfortable and peculiar her attempt at this family reunion was? As if Zarina turning out to be some long-forgotten twin sister wasn’t odd enough, now she expected us to hug our differences out. What the actual fuck was going on?It was wrong of me to cave into her demands. A mistake that now I’m left to pay. I was gone. I was free. All I had to do was mind my business. But no, of course, I have to make Diego aware of my whereabouts. Why? Because I was stupid enough to think there should be someone to know a way to reach me if, for God’s sake, something awful happened and my presence was badly needed. I’ll be blunt. I expected that day to be mom’s funeral. Or something as important. To appear for a family reunion was the last thing on my mind. But mom could be disturbingly convincing if she set her mind to something. And this while, she wasn’t ready to take a no for an