Elizabeth's fairytale has become a nightmare, but never in a million years could she imagine that man plotting to bring down her family would be the one to save her.
View MoreSebastianI pace the length of my office, my footsteps heavy against the polished floor. My jaw is clenched so tightly it hurts, but I don’t care. My thoughts are racing, each one more frantic than the last. "Find out where that video was taken," I bark at my assistant. My voice comes out sharper than I intended, but I don’t have the patience to care. She nods briskly, her eyes wide with urgency, and rushes out without another word. The door shuts behind her, leaving me and eric alone with the deafening silence and my pounding heart. Then, Eric’s voice explodes through the quiet, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. "She's alive, Dad!" His voice cracks with raw emotion. "She's alive!" I freeze. Eric lowers the phone slowly, his fingers trembling, and turns to face me. A wide grin stretches across his face, pure relief radiating from him like a beacon. For a moment, I just stare at him, the words echoing in my mind. She's alive. Relief crashes over me, so sudden and
ElizabethThe room is dark, but I can still make out the shapes of the walls, the shadows pooling in the corners. This place feels like a prison, and I’ve been counting every second since I woke up here. The padded walls mock me, their softness hiding the cruelty of my situation. My legs feel restless, and my body wired with tension. I’ve been staying in my room, pretending to sleep, watching, waiting. They think I’ve given up. I haven’t. Dr. Maggie’s face flashes in my mind. That fake smile she gave me when she said the flyers were distributed. "Someone will call," she said with such conviction as if she cared. But I knew the truth when I saw the flyers crumpled in her bin. She lied to me. She doesn’t want me to leave. I can’t stay here anymore. I glance at the small pile of items I’ve managed to gather: Dr. Maggie’s stolen keycard, a long coat swiped from a visitor weeks ago. I’ve been planning this for a month, using every moment to map out routines, shifts, and patte
SebastianIt’s been a month. Thirty days since the explosion that almost killed off the Alexanders. A month since Christopher lost his place at Bell Energies and I stepped into his shoes.Shoes that don’t fit and probably never will. All I have dreamt of for years was to get my revenge on Christopher, but I am not enjoying it.And yet, here I am, sitting at this goddamn desk, staring at reports and contracts, pretending like any of this matters. None of it does. Not without Elizabeth. Not without the woman pilling at my heartstrings. Not without our baby. I run a hand through my hair, leaning back in the chair that still reeks of Christopher’s cologne. The office feels suffocating, the air stale, and every corner a reminder of him. He’s too quiet these days, playing along like some obedient lapdog. But I know better. I know him. A cornered animal is the most dangerous kind. Whatever Christopher is planning, it’ll be calculated, brutal, and thorough. He’s not done. Not by a long sho
ElizabethThe fire roars. The images still fresh in my mind. Even with my eyes open, the flames are still there, burning brighter and hotter than anything I’ve ever seen.The heat, the smoke choking me, the sheer helplessness… It’s all so vivid, so real, like it’s still happening.I blink rapidly, trying to push the memories away.My hands grip the edges of the blanket wrapped around me, knuckles white.Someone tried to kill me. Here. In this hospital. In this place I’m supposed to be safe.But I’m not safe.I sit in the sterile room with its pale walls and the faint scent of antiseptic, trying to make sense of everything. My head pounds with frustration.I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why someone would want to kill me. And worst of all, I don’t know where I belong.“Jane. Jane!”I look up at the sound of Dr. Maggie’s voice, startled. It takes me a moment to remember that’s what she calls me now. Jane. It feels foreign, like wearing someone else’s clothes.Dr. Maggie’s kind eyes
ChristopherThe sight of Edward playing in the corner of the room barely registers as I sit back in the leather chair, staring at the untouched glass of whisky in my hand.My chest feels heavy, like there’s a weight pressing against my ribs. The crackling fire in the hearth does nothing to ease the cold knot in my stomach. Elizabeth. She almost died.The thought keeps replaying in my head like a haunting melody, over and over.I picture her surrounded by flames, choking on smoke, her face twisted in terror.My Elizabeth—the mother of my child.How scared must she have been?How close was she to losing her life? My throat tightens at the idea, and I grip the armrest of the chair until my knuckles turn white.Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave, relentless and consuming. I glance at Edward. He’s laughing, spinning a toy car across the floor, his tiny face lit up with pure joy.If he ever finds out what I have done in the name of self-preservation, will he forgive me?He’s oblivious t
SebastianThe elevator doors slide open, and I bolt out, my heart hammering as the thick stench of smoke fills my lungs.The scene ahead is chaos. Flames dance around the charred remains of a car, the heat radiating off the twisted metal almost unbearable even from a distance.Black smoke billows into the night sky, wrapping everything in a suffocating haze.People scream and scatter like panicked ants, their voices rising in a cacophony of fear and confusion. Some are crouched on the ground, others clutching their injuries.The air feels heavy, choking. Sirens wail in the distance, the faint blue and red lights painting the night sky as they approach.My eyes dart around, searching for them—the Alexanders.My chest tightens when I spot James hunched over on the ground, his face pale and smeared with ash.Jonathan is lying flat, clutching his leg, screaming in agony.Adam hovers over him, trying to pull him to his feet, while Eric stands nearby, his face dazed, blood dripping from a g
SebastianMy house feels alive tonight.The air is thick with tension, excitement, and something unspoken, something deeper that no one wants to name.Today, we celebrate my 1st victory against Christopher.That man has to pay for everything he has done.James sits at the head of the dining table, his sons scattered around, each nursing a drink.Adam leans against the wall, looking restless, while Eric and Jonathan are seated, exchanging glances like they’re debating how much to say.“Today went better than I expected,” Eric says, finally breaking the silence.His tone carries a hint of relief, but his body language tells a different story.His shoulders are stiff, his eyes scanning the room as though he expects something to come crashing through the windows.I nod, swirling the whisky in my glass.“It did, but don’t let your guard down.” I glance around the room, meeting each of their gazes. “Do you think we can keep this up? Because the moment the Bells suspect we’re working togethe
ChristopherI lean back in my chair, my jaw tight as the memory of James’s betrayal replays in my mind.Twenty-one percent of Bell Energy—just handed to Sebastian without so much as a warning.Those shares should’ve been mine. I earned them.I deserve them.James had no right to make that call. After everything I’ve done. How hard I have worked and, of course, my name. I am the rightful leader; it feels like he’s cut me off at the knees.Now, Sebastian holds too many of the cards.It’s a humiliation. An insult.And James knows it. This isn’t about business; it’s personal. He’s undermined me in the worst possible way, leaving me scrambling to hold on to what little control I have left.He is punishing me; it's as if he knows everything I have put Elizabeth through.“Bastard,” I mutter, my fingers drumming on the edge of my desk.My chest tightens with anger, and my head pounds. I’m losing control—over the company, over my plans, over everything. And to make it worse, Elizabeth, the one
ElizabethThe sun is warm on my skin as I wander through the hospital's compound, the light breeze lifting strands of my unkempt hair.The grass is soft under my feet, and the scent of blooming flowers hangs in the air, but none of it feels familiar.Nothing does.My hands brush the rough texture of the stone wall beside me as I walk, trying to ground myself in something, anything.I don’t know who I am.I don’t know why I’m here.I stop, staring at the horizon, the endless blue sky mocking the emptiness inside me.Somewhere, there must be answers.Somewhere, someone might know me, might care about me. But all I have is blackness—a void where my memories should be.I hear her before I see her. Dr. Maggie. She’s walking toward me, her white coat catching the sunlight. She’s been kind to me since I woke up here, her voice always calm, her smile always patient.“How are you feeling today?” she asks, her warm brown eyes searching mine.“I’m… okay, I think,” I say, though it’s not true. No
Elizabeth BellI watch myself pressing the makeup sponge to my bruised cheek. The mirror is unforgiving, reflecting back a face I barely recognise, hidden beneath layers of foundation. My black eye stands out despite everything I try to mask it with.How did I get here?How did I let things go so wrong?"Elizabeth," Christopher’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and angry.“Hurry the fuck up in there. Don’t make me wait. And make sure you look presentable. I don’t need people asking questions.”I swallow hard, forcing down the anger that rises every time he talks to me like that. I answer him quietly, "I’m done."Standing up, I smooth the glittering black dress clinging to my body, its sequins catching the light.My hair is a glossy sheet of black that falls to my shoulders, and my hazel eyes—once full of life—look dull now. I swipe a finger over my red lips, fixing the lipstick. I know, objectively, I look beautiful. But right now, it feels like a mask.I step out of the room an...
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