ElizabethI fiddle with my phone, my fingers tracing the edges of the screen, my hands slightly trembling. The weight of what I am about to do settles deep inside me like a rock. My stomach twists, and my breath comes uneven. I can do this, I tell myself. But the truth is—I don’t know if I can.“You can do this,” Michael says gently, his voice steady, grounding.But I don’t feel calm. I don’t feel steady. I feel like I am about to shatter.I exhale, staring at the phone like it’s a bomb about to explode. “I’m supposed to call people I don’t even remember, Michael. Convince them that I’ve risen from the grave. How?” I shake my head. “They’ll think I’m crazy.”Michael steps closer, his gaze unwavering. “Then let me do it. Let me call them first, see how they react.”It’s a good idea. A smart idea. I exhale in relief. “Okay.”Michael picks up his phone and dials. The ringing stretches endlessly, each tone dragging on, stretching my nerves thin. My heart pounds in my chest. What if th
ElizabethI am still in shock. I have a brother—a living, breathing connection to my past. But I don't feel it. I don't know him. I watch as Eric presses the elevator button, his face unreadable. My fingers subconsciously reach for Michael’s hand. I need the comfort, the grounding.We step inside, and an odd sensation washes over me. I feel drawn to something here. It tugs at me like an invisible thread pulling from deep within my soul. And then, as the elevator doors slide open, I feel it. I see it.Familiar. Yet different.I let go of Michael’s hand, stepping forward as if in a trance. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the room in sunlight. My heart pounds as I turn, my eyes darting across the space. It’s there—just at the edge of my mind. A memory so close, yet so far.“Elizabeth?” Michael calls out.I barely hear him. My breath catches. My hands tremble. “I’ve been here before.”Michael’s face twists in confusion. “How? When?”“I—I don’t remember.”Eric watches me, his gaze sharp, st
SebastianNew York City is loud, alive, and suffocating. The streets hum with a constant, unrelenting energy, but I feel nothing. I move through it like a ghost, invisible to the world around me.The last few months have been nothing but an escape—one city after another, one meaningless distraction after the next. But no matter where I go, no matter how many miles I put between myself and the past, she is still there. Elizabeth. The love I lost. The love I destroyed.I’ve tried to drown the memories in whiskey, in foreign shores, in work. Nothing helps. The weight of my guilt is a chain around my neck, unbreakable.Now, back in my penthouse, I force myself to pack. Another trip, another destination, another pointless attempt to forget. I toss a few shirts into my suitcase, roll up some ties. My hand hesitates over a navy blue sweater. Elizabeth used to love wearing my sweaters, always stealing them, always teasing me about how they smelled like home. I grit my teeth and shove it into
ElizabethI hear the voices downstairs—low, familiar, yet strange. My hands tremble as I fumble with the buttons of my blouse.“You’ll be fine,” Michael says softly.I know he’s trying to soothe me, but he can’t understand. He can’t feel this hollow ache inside me, the confusion that coils tight in my chest. How could he?“You should go downstairs,” I whisper, my voice barely holding steady.“No.” His answer is firm. “I stay by your side. Remember?”His certainty is a balm, and I manage a small smile. “How do I look?” I ask my voice light but uncertain.“Beautiful,” he says, without hesitation. “Like always.”I smile, but the fear beneath it gnaws at me. I drag a stray blonde lock behind my ear. “Who am I?” I murmur, more to myself than him. The question lingers, heavy and unanswered.My feet carry me forward—one step, then another. The hallway feels endless, shadows pooling in corners. The polished wood beneath me creaks softly as I near the banister. But then—A sudden chill, cold a
SebastianA sharp, burning pain cuts through my chest. "Who are you?" Elizabeth’s voice, cold and unfamiliar, hits me harder than any blow. She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t remember us. Her eyes, those eyes that once softened for me, are hard and distant. My throat tightens as she turns away, leaving me stranded in a room full of silent stares.I whip toward Michael, my voice low and biting. “What the hell happened to her?”Michael meets my glare, his expression calm, almost calculated. “She gets snippets,” he says, his tone firm. “She knows she has a son, but can’t place him.”I curse under my breath. “Has she seen a doctor?”“No,” Michael replies, his voice flat.“What?” My voice spikes, sharp and demanding. “Why the hell not?”Michael’s jaw tightens. “Because until yesterday, we didn’t know who we could trust—or who’s after her.”Before I can snap back, James Alexander strides into the room, his heavy presence commanding attention. Elizabeth follows her expression hard with determi
ElizabethI feel the ground beneath me slipping away, the little control I thought I had crumbling into dust. Why me? Why is it always me? What did I do to deserve this? My own husband poisoned me. Someone tried to kill me. Twice. Twice. The weight of it is suffocating. The room is a blur. Voices echo around me, each one louder than the last, crashing into my thoughts, drowning me. Sebastian. Michael. James. Eric. They’re all talking, arguing, debating what to do next. My head pounds, my chest tightens, and I can't breathe. The noise is unbearable. “Can everyone please shut the hell up!” I scream. The room falls silent. I can feel their eyes on me, but I don’t care. My hands are shaking, my breaths short and rapid. I force myself to meet Sebastian’s gaze. “Are you sure Christopher did this to me?” I ask, my voice sharp and demanding. I need to know. I need answers. I deserve answers. Sebastian nods, but there's hesitation in his eyes. “It could be him,” he says, his voice low but
SebastianMy eyes are glued to Elizabeth. She doesn’t look at all like the woman I once knew. Maybe it’s the blonde hair, I think. No, that’s not it. It’s something deeper, something that twists my insides and leaves me restless. Her eyes. There’s a coldness there now, a guarded distance that wasn’t there before. The woman I loved, the woman who once looked at me like I was her whole world, now barely acknowledges my presence. My mind is a whirlwind of questions, each one more pressing than the last. What happened to our baby? Did she lose it? Was it taken from her? How did she escape Christopher’s clutches? How did she survive? And why, after everything, is she shutting me out? I need answers. I need to talk to her, to hold her, to tell her that I’m sorry for everything. But she’s not even letting me get close. Every time I take a step toward her, she steps back. Every time I open my mouth to speak, she cuts me off. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between us, and no matter how h
ElizabethWhat is with this man? And why do i feel so at home in his arms.Sebastian’s scent drowns my senses, thick and musky, wrapping around me like a vice. It makes my thoughts sluggish, my resolve weaker than it should be.His arms are strong, unyielding, holding me close, pressing me against him in a way that feels too familiar, too safe. My body betrays me—I shouldn’t be melting into him like this. I shouldn’t crave the warmth, the security, the intoxicating pull of his presence. I shouldn’t want more.But Michael.No. I can’t do this. I can’t betray him. I’ve made my choice. If it means Sebastian has to believe our son is dead, then so be it. That lie is a small price to pay for protecting the only stability I have left.I force myself to pull away, even as my fingers itch to hold on. His grip loosens just enough, and I rip myself free, stumbling a step back, needing space, needing distance. My breath is uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. His dark eyes lock onto mine,
ElizabethThe air is warm, and the whispers in the wind carry a gentle melody that wraps around me like a soft embrace.It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since the world stopped spinning so fast.A year of peace, happiness, and love. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth fill my lungs, and I can almost forget the pain that once consumed me.My father finally let me leave, and Sebastian had bought us a beautiful manor.He said it was the last thing Sarah had requested before she vanished.So far, she has kept her word and hasn’t returned. I glance around the garden, where flowers bloom in vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the darkness that once surrounded my life.We finally named our son Michael James Valdez, and Edward is more than happy to have two more siblings.The Bell name is nothing but a bad memory now, a shadow that lingers in the corners of my mind.But as I stand here, reading Christopher’s name out loud, I can still feel the pain and anger just below the surface.
Sebastian“Sarah!” I exclaim, the name escaping my lips like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “So you came here, the last place I saw you before you pretended to be dead.” My voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. “I did. You’re the only person who knows it, and I knew you would come searching at some point,” she explains, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.I walk over and sit opposite her, the familiar surroundings of the manor bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. “The last time we were here…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she looks around, lost in thought.“You were cheating on me throughout,” I interject, the bitterness rising in my throat.“I was,” Sarah confirms, her gaze unwavering.“Why?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.“I don’t know, Sebastian. I loved Christopher, and I thought you could make me forget him. Turned out I was wrong,” she admits, her voice softening.“You co
SebastianThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the ranch as Elizabeth and I sit on the porch. The wooden boards creak softly beneath us, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees.I glance at her, taking in the way the light dances in her hair, and I can’t help but feel a sense of peace, even amidst the chaos that has surrounded us.“I don’t think my father will ever let me leave this ranch again,” Elizabeth says, her voice tinged with frustration.“I know I wouldn’t,” I reply, releasing a long sigh.The weight of everything hangs heavy in the air between us. Things are awkward; the last time we were together, I didn’t know I had a son.When I asked her to marry me, she didn’t give me an answer. Everything has been a roller coaster since then—me being kidnapped, ending up shot and in a coma, and then her being kidnapped and almost dying. It’s been a whirlwind, and I can’t shake the feeling that we’re still caught in the storm.“So, I have a so
ElizabethThe dirt is cold beneath me. My body aches, every breath dragging fire through my chest. But I keep moving. I drag myself forward, inch by inch, the rough ground scraping against my skin. Smoke curls through the air ahead, thick and choking. I can see the commotion now—shadows moving, voices raised. I am so close. My lips part to call out, but the effort is too much. My body gives out. Darkness crashes over me like a wave. And then, through the void, I hear him. “Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s voice cuts through the silence. Desperate. Terrified. A weak smile tugs at my lips. He’s here. They all made it. And Sarah… Sarah actually saved them. The voices grow distant, fading like whispers in the wind. Everything gets lighter, quieter, until there is nothing at all. ……..Warmth surrounds me. Softness cradles my aching body. There is no pain here, only a strange sense of peace. Is this heaven? I inhale slowly, my chest rising with ease. The air smells familiar—clean linen, fr
ElizabethShe looks different. Red hair. Green eyes. Lighter somehow, as if the weight of the past has peeled away all parts that were Celeste. But the anger—oh, the anger—is still there. It simmers beneath her skin, sharp and blistering.Sarah tilts her head, lips curling in amusement."Elizabeth, it seems you are a glutton for punishment." Her voice is the same. Cold. Mocking. A phantom from a life I barely remember. I struggle for breath, my ribs screaming with each inhale. "Well, you look different," I rasp between gasps, my body barely holding itself together. Sarah flicks a strand of red hair over her shoulder, eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Yeah… it felt more like me." She shrugs, as if shedding Celeste—the woman she once pretended to be—was as simple as changing clothes. "Her role was done." She turns her gaze to Christopher, her expression shifting into something darker. "Where have you been, my love?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’ve been looking for y
Elizabeth The stars. They spin above me like scattered jewels in the black sky, swirling and shifting, refusing to settle. My head throbs with a sickening pulse, each beat reminding me of the impact. I try to lift my hand to my temple, but the pain is almost too much to bear. My vision is blurry, and I taste metal on my tongue—my blood. Everything hurts. Everything is wrong. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my mind. The wrecked car door hangs open beside me. My body shakes with every breath I take. The world around me is spinning, but I force myself to focus. I need to move. I need to get out of here. Christopher. I twist my neck, forcing my heavy head to turn, and there he is—slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, but for now, he's still unconscious. Good. I can’t stay here. Not like this. I look around. There’s nothing, just endless darkness around me. But I can’t think about that now. I need to get away. I need to
ElizabethI can see the horror in their eyes. Sebastian. Eric. Detective Adams. They stand frozen, their bodies tense, their hands twitching at their sides as Christopher drags me toward the front door. Detective Adams's gun is steadily pointing at Christopher, but he is frozen in place.Their helplessness is written across their faces, burning into my soul like a scar I will carry forever. Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and desperate, pleading for me to hold on, to fight.But I can’t fight. Not with Christopher’s bruising grip digging into my arm, not with his breath hot against my ear as he hisses, one wrong move and your children die. I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card. The same card we all know will leave no trace. His hands tremble as he extends it toward Christopher, his fingers curling tightly around it like he wants to crush it into dust instead. "Take it," Sebastian spits, his voice laced with
ElizabethI see an opening. The front door. It’s right there, just a few steps away. If I run now, I might make it before Christopher gets up. But my children. I can’t leave them. I won’t leave them. My heart pounds, my body screaming for escape, but my mind is already made up. I turn, my feet dragging against the floor as I push myself toward the staircase. I need to get to them. I need to make sure they’re safe. I take the first step, my legs burning, my ribs aching from Christopher’s last blow. But then I hear it—movement. “Elizabeth!” His furious scream echoes through the house, slamming into my back like a physical force. My entire body seizes with terror, but I don’t stop.I can’t stop.I push forward, every step feeling like a mile, every breath like shards of glass in my lungs. I can hear him behind me. Fast. Too fast. I force my legs to move, digging deep into whatever strength I have left. Just a little more. Just a few more steps. But then— BANG!The front door fl
ElizabethThe dining table stands between us. My breath is ragged, my pulse wild. Christopher watches me with a twisted smirk, his dark eyes burning with something cruel. The air in the room is thick, suffocating, pressing against my chest like an iron weight. "Where are you running to, Lizzy?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head like a predator cornering its prey. "I'm not running, Christopher," I say defiantly, my voice steadier than I expect. "Then stop." His tone sharpens into a command. "No, Christopher!" I scream, my hands trembling as I glance around, desperate for anything—a weapon, a way out, anything to put an end to this nightmare. "I will not let you leave my children without a mother. Not because you couldn't do better!" Christopher lets out a low, humorless laugh. His fingers twitch at his sides. "You're a menace to me, Elizabeth," he spits. "I married you to make my life better, to make my legacy stronger. But what did I get?" His voice rises, raw with rage. "You d