SebastianThe plane feels unbearably small.The hum of the engines thrums against my chest, matching the erratic beat of my heart. I wipe my palms against my slacks for the hundredth time, but they won’t stop sweating.My fingers grip the armrests, knuckles white, as if holding on for dear life. I’m suffocating in this seat, and no amount of whisky can calm the storm raging inside me.Elizabeth is pregnant.The words echo in my mind like a curse. The baby might be mine, but it might not be. And if it isn’t mine? No, I can’t go there. It has to be mine.I lean my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, but the darkness behind my eyelids only intensifies the guilt gnawing at my gut. She’s pregnant, and now she’s missing.What kind of man lets this happen? What kind of man drives a woman to disappear like this?“Oh God,” I whisper, the words barely audible.I thought I was so clever, thought I could hurt Christopher in the worst way possible.The man stole everything from me—my wife, my happi
SebastianJames Alexander’s piercing gaze locks onto mine. His eyes are a storm, unreadable but charged with something that makes my gut churn.For a second, I think he might order his men to shoot me right here. But then he raises a hand.“Boys, it’s okay,” he says, his voice deep and commanding.The men hesitate, their hands still lingering near their rifles, but they obey, stepping back just enough to show I’m not getting riddled with bullets.James strides forward, his boots crunching against the gravel, and extends his hand.I take it, the grip firm, his weathered skin rough against mine. His face remains unreadable, but his smouldering eyes pin me in place.“Mr. Sebastian Valdez,” he says, his voice measured, “welcome to Austin.”I try to smile, but my face doesn’t cooperate.My mind is fogged, my heart heavy, and the weight of why I’m here is crushing.James gestures toward the house, leading me into a massive living room with high wooden beams and furniture that screams old mo
SebastianJames extends his hand toward me, and for a moment, I consider not taking it. His knuckles are bruised, a harsh reminder of the punch he landed just moments ago.But I know refusing his hand won’t help my case. I take it, his grip strong and unyielding as he pulls me up.“Straighten yourself up, boy. We’ve got talkin’ to do,” he says, his voice low and heavy with authority.I dust myself off, adjusting my jacket and running a hand over my sore jaw. My voice comes out steadier than I expect.“I’m sorry, Mr. Alexander. Elizabeth got caught in the middle of all this, but I swear it was never my intention to involve her, let alone put her in harm’s way.”James glares at me, his blue eyes cold as ice. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence is almost unbearable.Finally, he gestures toward a chair. “It don’t matter now. Sit your ass down.”I sit, and the three men standing behind him—his sons, no doubt—continue to stare daggers at me. Their presence is suffocating,
SebastianThe tension in my penthouse is suffocating, and Eric's booming voice only makes it worse."I want to see him!" he bellows, his frustration echoing through the expansive space.I stay calm, meeting his furious gaze."I’m telling you, it’s a bad idea," I say evenly.Eric paces the room like a caged lion, his fists clenching and unclenching."He’s my nephew, and so far, the only link I have to my sister," he growls, his voice trembling with barely contained emotion."I understand that," I say softly, trying to diffuse the situation. "But we need to be strategic here. I’ll try to arrange it, but first, we need a plan to deal with Christopher."Eric stops pacing and glares at me, his jaw tight. "How did you really meet Lizzy? I could see you were hiding something back in Austin." his tone sharp and demanding.I hesitate, the question hitting harder than I expect."It’s complicated," I reply, turning away from him.Eric doesn’t let up."I’m a smart guy. Tell me, because I need to
ChristopherThe office feels smaller than usual, though it’s probably just my nerves.Papers clutter my desk, the weight of unread contracts and half-finished reports pressing down on me. My chair creaks as I lean back, staring at the Seattle skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city buzzes below, a world that feels both distant and suffocating.“Take care of it…” my mother had said, her voice calm but laced with urgency.That’s all she ever says—vague orders veiled as advice. But Celeste’s latest revelation has thrown everything off balance.Sebastian. That smug bastard. I underestimated him. The timing of his involvement in Bell Energies wasn’t a coincidence. And now, with this new information about Sarah, it’s clear he’s playing a long game.I just don’t know the rules yet.The door opens without a knock, and Celeste strides in, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor like a metronome.She’s always so composed, every move calculated, every glance sharp.“He’s her
ChristopherI leave the conference room, my pulse still racing from that tense meeting with Sebastian and his new lawyer.Eric Voit—who the hell is this guy, and how much does he know? My jaw tightens at the thought of Sebastian’s smugness. The bastard is playing at something, and it’s driving me insane not knowing what.Celeste follows closely behind me, her heels clicking.She doesn’t say a word, but I can feel her eyes on me, watching for cracks in my composure. Outside my office, my young assistant, Jessica, stands nervously, wringing her hands like a guilty child.“Sir,” she starts, her voice trembling slightly.“What is it, Jessica?” I ask sharply, still reeling from the meeting. My voice comes out harsher than I intend, but I don’t have the patience to soften it.“Those two men…” she glances toward my office where Sebastian and Eric are still standing, deep in conversation.I follow her gaze and catch Eric glancing in my direction. His expression is unreadable, but Sebastian’s
ChristopherI sit at my desk, head in my hands, every muscle in my body taut as if it’s holding back a dam about to burst.The weight of everything presses down on my chest until I can barely breathe.My father’s legacy, the Bell name, our empire—it’s all crumbling beneath my feet. And I’m the one who has to blame for everything.I slam my fists against the desk, the sharp sound cutting through the suffocating silence of the room.I can’t lose control now. I won’t be the one who lets the Bell name go down in flames.The floor creaks angrily behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see Celeste pacing there, mad. Her usual confidence is missing, replaced by something vicious, almost vindictive.“Christopher… You can't blame me. I was protecting you.” She starts, her voice tentative.I cut her off, standing and turning to face her.“This isn’t the time to throw words at each other,” I say sharply, though the anger in my voice is more frustration than directed at her. “We don’t have th
ChristopherThe sound of the front door slamming shut reverberates through the house, echoing through the empty, cold hallways.I can’t remember the last time this place felt like home. Ever since I saw Elizabeth lying in a pool of her own blood at the bottom of the bannister, it feels like the walls are closing in on me.My chest feels tight, and my temples throb as I loosen my tie and shrug off my jacket.I barely have time to catch my breath before I hear the sound of tiny feet running toward me.“Daddy!” Edward’s voice pierces through the tension, and I look up to see my son barreling toward me, his face lit with pure excitement.“Hey, buddy,” I say, scooping him up in my arms.The weight of him feels grounding, his innocence a sharp contrast to the chaos inside my head. For a brief moment, I allow myself to smile, but it vanishes as quickly as it came.Then, I smell it—that distinct floral perfume that always precedes my mother.Celia is here. Of course, she is.I put Edward down
ElizabethWeeks have passed since that chaotic night, and now I find myself trying to grasp the little moments of happiness.Sebastian is still in a coma, and the authorities are still trying to find Sarah and Christopher.I’ve come to accept that the last few years of my life were a lie, a twisted tale woven with deceit and betrayal. As I cradle my baby in my arms and watch Edward play in the park, his laughter mingling with the gentle breeze that flows through the trees.But even in this moment of joy, I can still feel the pain in my heart.Celia killed my mother. Celia destroyed me, and now she’s dead. I wish I had the chance to make her pay for what she did. The thought gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the darkness that has shadowed my life.I look down at Edward’s innocent face, and a wave of happiness washes over me.Despite everything going on, my children are safe and blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounds us. I can’t help but smile as I listen to the giggles, the s
ElizabethI drift in a deep dream state, surrounded by darkness. It feels heavy, like a thick fog pressing down on me.I try to move, reaching out for something—anything—to hold on to, but my limbs feel weighted, as if I’m stuck in quicksand that won’t let me go.Suddenly, images begin to flicker in the darkness.I see my two sons, their laughter ringing like music in the air. They’re playing, their faces lit up with joy, and I can’t help but smile. I dream of happiness, of a life filled with love and laughter. I see Sebastian, his eyes sparkling as he frolics with our children, their giggles echoing around us.But then, everything shifts. I notice blood dripping from Sebastian’s chest, the bright red stark against his skin. My heart drops, and I try to scream, to call out his name, but no sound escapes my lips. I try to run to him, but I’m stuck, frozen on the ground, unable to move.Just when I think I might drown in despair, a bright light pierces through the darkness. It’s blindin
Elizabeth“Mother!” Christopher screams, his voice filled with anguish.“What did you do?” He turns to Celeste, his eyes burning with fury. “What did you fucking do?”“I made you watch, Christopher,” Celeste replies, her voice cold and mocking as she lifts the hand again, letting it drop with a sickening thud. “I thought you liked that—watching as other people pay for your mistakes. You knew your mother ordered Elizabeth’s mother’s death. You knew she killed your father when he found out. You watched me beg you to save me from that crash. You just watched as I screamed in pain, and you were carted off. You left me in that car to die!”Her words cut through the air, and I can’t believe anything that’s happening around me. I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.As Celeste starts to walk across the room, I glance at Christopher, who is still sobbing, his face twisted in grief and rage.I can’t let this continue. I need to get to Sebastian. I start crawling toward him,
ElizabethI stand frozen in place, the world around me fading as Celia’s screams drown out all noise in the cabin. My heart races as I look down at the blood pooling around Christopher’s leg, the crimson stain growing on the wooden floor. The look of betrayal in his eyes says everything.“You shot me!” Christopher screams, his voice filled with pain and disbelief.“Next time it won’t be your leg!” Celeste yells, her voice sharp and filled with rage. “Tell Elizabeth why this happened to her!”“Sarah, please stop this!” Sebastian begs, his voice desperate, but it only seems to fuel Celeste’s fury.“Shut up, Sebastian! You didn’t have to lose your life because of someone’s jealousy and greed!” Celeste screams, her eyes wild.“You didn’t lose anything!” Sarah—no, Celeste—shouts back. “I lost you! My heart broke, and I almost lost everything!”Sebastian’s voice trembles as he pleads, “And for a minute, I thought you would avenge me, Sebastian. But you met Elizabeth and forgot. I had to wat
Elizabeth“Celeste, what do you want?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down, the air thick with tension.“I’ve tried to keep you out of this, Elizabeth, but you keep dragging yourself into the middle, don’t you?” Celeste replies, her tone dripping with disdain as she walks toward the cabin entrance.I slowly follow her, determination fueling my steps. I need to find Sebastian. I need to know he’s still alive, and I ignore all signs of danger that scream at me to turn back.“Help me understand,” I plead, my heart racing. “What did I ever do to you? What did Sebastian do to you?” “I remember when you came to the asylum, and you tried to make me hate him. Why?” I ask, desperation creeping into my voice.“Believe it or not, I was trying to keep you out of it,” Celeste says coldly, her eyes narrowing as she glances back at me.“Keep me out of what?” I demand, pulling her arm to stop her.She turns to me, her face a m
ElizabethI drive through the familiar woods, the trees towering above me like ancient guardians.The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the road. I remember the first time Sebastian took me home through these woods.I was in so much pain then—my ribs cracked, my heart crushed. But as we drove past the gigantic oaks, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a calm that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket.Today, however, is different. The blood rushes through my body, my hands slick with sweat as I grip the steering wheel. Anxiety coils in my stomach, tightening with every passing moment. I can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.I pull up to the expansive mansion, my heart racing as I get out of the car. The grandeur of the place looms over me, but I don’t have time to admire it. I rush toward the entrance, my feet pounding against the stone path.I ring the bell and wait impatiently, my heart thudding in my chest. Each second feel
ElizabethI stretch my hand out, reaching for Sebastian, but my fingers brush against the cold sheets where he’s supposed to be sleeping next to me. Embracing our love with me.A wave of disappointment washes over me. He’s not here. I need to find him. I need to be honest.I’ve made my choice, and it’s time to stop lying to him. I need to tell him about our son.I want him to know how much of a survivor our little boy is, fighting against all odds and being born with a smile always on his tiny face. I want to tell Sebastian that he’s not fussy, that he’s a joy to be around. I want him to finally give our baby a name.Quickly, I turn to the other side of the bed, my heart racing.“Where is he?” I wonder aloud, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I slowly get out of bed, my feet touching the cool floor, and I pick up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on. It smells like him, and for a moment, it comforts me.“Sebastian?” I call out, my voice echoing softly in the quiet room as
SebastianI run my fingers along her skin, feeling the warmth radiate from her body.The soft light reflects off the cream bedding, making Elizabeth look like a goddess, her sweat glistening like tiny jewels on her olive skin. I can’t help but admire her beauty and her new strength, but a knot of uncertainty tightens in my chest.“Why did you pick me?” I ask, my voice low and heavy with emotion. “Michael is amazing, kind, and he loves you.”She looks away for a moment, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as if searching for the right words.“I can’t help what my heart wants,” she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. “I’ve changed so much. I feel like there’s a darkness in my heart, and Michael doesn’t deserve it.”“This is all my fault, Elizabeth. I did this to you,” I say, sighing deeply, the weight of my guilt pressing down on me.“No, Sebastian. My torment was there long before you came along; what I was going through was only unearthed because of your help,” she replies, her ey
SebastianI stand on the balcony, the cool night air wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.The city lights twinkle below, but nothing feels the same since I’ve been back.I steal a few precious moments with my daughter, but the rest of my time is devoted to helping Elizabeth win her war. It’s a battle that I started, yet here I am, caught in the crossfire of emotions.I take a long sip of the whiskey in my hand, the warmth spreading through me, but it does little to ease the turmoil inside.I fight every impulse that tells me to grab Elizabeth, to kiss her until she remembers how it felt to be together. The few times I’ve stolen a kiss from her have been electric, but then I saw her with Michael. The way her lips caressed his, how gently they were together—it is driving me insane.She has moved on. She doesn’t love me anymore.I swallow hard, the whiskey burning my throat as I think about how I’ve avoided her since.I’ve pulled back every time she reached for me, unable to sto