TRISTAN I couldn't believe I was finally out. The no matter stepped into my house, it felt like a dream-like I had just crawled out of hell. I had dreamed of this moment for a very long time and seeing it come to fruition was more satisfying than anything. Eyes stood there in the entryway, looking around the familiar walls, the expensive paintings and the quiet air. Everything was exactly as I left it but it was too quiet. As I stood there, going over everything that I had just been through, my skin curled with irritation and pure anger. Things could have been a lot easier, things could have been a lot better if the people I had trusted actually did something to help. And even those I trusted betrayed me, thinking that I would never come after them. I clenched my fists. Everyone. I hated everyone. First, it was my father. That old fart, sitting comfortably in his mansion, acting like everything was fine. He didn't even know I was out yet. And I had no intention of telling him. Why
ADELINE’S POVI arrived Washington DC feeling more drained than I had expected. The flight had been nothing but tiring. It was very long and my mind had had buzzing with thoughts of Xander the whole time. I wondered how he was going to handle everything now that I was gone. He still had a very long way to go and that worried me so much. Nobody knew what to expect now that he had a very strong feeling that things weren't all well with the girl who he said was claiming to be his sister. He had more reason to suspect that things were not right and I knew he wasn't going to rest until her found what he was looking for. I wondered if he would pick my calls if I called later on. After seeing what this issue had done to our relationship, I just wished he could get this over with but I knew that this wasn't anytime soon. He was the type who saw things through after putting his mind after it. I knew he was not going to stop any time soon. I hated being away from him, but I had to check on m
XANDERI couldn't figure out why my mom was acting so strange lately. And that wasn't the only troubling thing that had been happening recently. Every time I try to talk to her, she would brush me off or look at me like she was hiding something. It was frustrating and I wasn't even sure if she was angry with me or just distracted by something else. But whatever it was, it was starting to drive me crazy. If she chose not to tell me about it then there was no way I was going to solve the problem. And the fact that she was not talking to me meant she didn't want to let me into whatever that was happening. I caught myself thinking about it every time and I knew I was not going to stop anytime soon because she was my mother and seeing her so worried was the last thing I ever wanted. I needed to do something but I was already getting tired of asking questions, questions that were never answered and always deflected with something else. But I could not let it get to me, I was not going to
FLORAL'S POVI picked up the phone the moment it rang, my fingers trembling slightly as I held it to my ear. The voice on the other end was called and straight to business, which was why I was feeling a bit worried at the moment. I had to weigh my words carefully. I was going to be in trouble. I had to make her feel like I was making great progress even though I had only made small progress. They needed to know that I was trying my best and that things would soon start to come together slowly. There were no pleasantries and no small talk as she asked. "Floral, what’s the status?" I took a deep breath, calming the excitement and anxiety bubbling in my chest. I was happy that I had gotten this far but at the same time, I was worried about what their reaction was going to be. I hoped she would understand me. "Everything’s going according to plan." I whispered into the phone. "He has no idea. Everything is perfect on my end." The voice was silent for a moment as if processing my repo
MATT’S POVI was sitting on the edge of the small, worn-out bed, staring at the faded wallpaper that had started peeling off the walls. This room and this place have become my world for the last few weeks. No one knew where I was and that was how I needed it to stay. After getting out of prison, I had no choice but to hide, living like a ghost, always one step ahead of the police. I was the most wanted person in the country, so coming outside and joining the world would only bring me problems. A price tag had already been placed on me, for anyone who could catch me. That was more than enough reason to stay here until the news had gone down. The tension that had followed my escape from prison had drastically gone down recently and I thought it was time to get on with my plans. But I was going to be very careful though. I wasn't going into public yet, my main intention was to do what needed to be done, getting Adeline back and dealing with that bastard called Xander. Revenge... that
MATT’S POV"You're going to pay for what you did to me," I said, standing up and pacing the room. "You ruined my life, Xander. And now, it's time for me to ruin yours." "What are you talking about?" He asked, struggling against the ropes that bound him. "I didn't do anything to you. You did this to yourself and you know it, Matt." "Don't you dare play dumb with me!" I snapped, as the anger coursed through me. I wanted to smack him so hard across the jaw that a tooth or teeth would fall out. But I stopped myself. It was too early for that. A lot of pain was coming for him, this wasn't yet the time for this. "You were the reason everything went to hell! You and your perfect life, your perfect little world. You didn't care about the rest of us. You didn't care who you stepped on to get what you wanted. And because of that, you will know pain. You have no idea what I have in store for you,we haven't even started yet. When I'm done with you, you will regret ever crossing me, and that's i
XANDER’S POVI groaned as his men surrounded me, their hands clenched and ready to strike. I didn't have much fight left in me and my body still pained me from the constant blows they had already delivered. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth but I kept my head high. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream or beg. I was going to make sure they did not get that from me no matter how hard they tried. One of them swung hard, his hands connecting with my ribs. The pain shot through me but I bit down on my lip, refusing to make a sound. I was going through hell but I had already made up my mind to go through hell silently. My mind wasn't in pain anyway. It was on Adeline as I kept thinking about her, how she wouldn't know what was happening to me. She thought I was still in Manhattan. She had no idea I was here in Washington, tied up and being beaten within an inch of my life. It was not long before the men got desperate and started to beat me harder. They
MATT’S POVI looked at myself in the mirror again, adjusting the suit jacket. The reflection staring back at me was still shocking even after all this while. I had spent so much time studying his face, his mannerisms, the way he spoke but now seeing it up close, seeing 'myself' as him- it was surreal. Everything had gone smoothly so far as no one had suspected anything at his office and that failed me with Confidence. Now I was going to step into his personal life. I had no idea what to expect. What was waiting for me at his house? Did he have family there? Friends? I run my hand through my hair, mimicking the way I had seen Xander do it 100 times. I whispered to myself that this was the moment and it was so hard to push down the feeling of excitement that was already rising in my chest. I was living the life I had always wanted and there was no going back from this. I got in a car and decided to travel to his family home first but when I got there, there was nobody present. The wh
ADELINE’S POV***I woke up slowly, feeling so groggy and disoriented. My body was so heavy and there was a dull pain in my side. I did not know why but the pain had my head hammering. I blinked against the bright light in the room and that was when I realised that I was not alone. A lot of questions ran through my mind as I wondered what had happened and why I was here. Someone was sitting next to me and there seemed to be a shocked look on their face when our eyes met. "Adeline?" The familiar voice came through. It was soft, like silk. I turned my head and sock Xander sitting right by my side. I felt an instant wave of relief and my heart swelled. I was so scared before this happened, so scared that something bad had happened to him but seeing him right here with me did a very good job with pushing off the pain for a little while. He was here with me, alive and okay. I blinked back the tears that were already starting to form. And that was the moment everything slowly started to c
FLORAL.I could barely breathe as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles were already white. I knew what Tristan was planning and I couldn't let it happen because it opposed everything that we worked for. Yes, I knew he wanted to take revenge on those who put him in prison but if he was going to do that, he should go face Adeline's old man, not Adeline. She was innocent and did nothing to him. I was not going to let him hurt her, not after I'd met her. Of course she was going to be a problem if I wanted to get to Xander but she was innocent and she was a good woman. I had to stop Tristan no matter what it was going to take. The streets blurred past me as I sped down the road. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears that I drowned out everything else. Tristan couldn't kill Adeline. Not like this. Not over some twisted sense of revenge. I didn't know how I ended up in this mess. It wasn't supposed to be my fight. But here I was driving, driving madly towards the one person who cou
ADELINE'S POV***My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I dialed my grandfather's number. I could barely think straight now as my thoughts were all over the place. It felt like my mind was running a hundred miles per hour but I wasn't going anywhere. What was I going to do now that it was clear Xander was in danger. I didn't even know where I was going to start from. How the hell was I going to find him? And it was clear from the foregoing that Matt had had the one behind this whole thing. He had abducted Xander and his phone was enough proof for that. He had also put on a mask to make me think that was Xander. That son of a bitch really did all this only to die a very disgraceful death. That was exactly what he deserved. But what if he'd killed Xander? The thought brought back the fear that was already building up. I needed to do something, and I hoped my grandfather would be able to step in with his connections. If it didn't work then I had no idea what else would. All I could think ab
FLORAL’S POV***I didn't know Adeline was in the house when I stepped out of my room. The moment I saw her standing there, my heart dropped. I should have been more careful. What was I thinking, walking out like that? But it was too late-- she had already seen me so there was no need to do anything suspicious now. But maybe there was still time, I thought to myself, glancing at her before I tried to duck back into the shadows. However, Xander’s mother, ever the gracious host, was quick to introduce me once she noticed I was behind her. "Adeline, this is my daughter, Floral," she said, gesturing to me with a proud smile. "Floral doesn't come around often." Adeline turned to me, scanning my face for a second and I held my breath. This was very bad because if she ever got to remember who I was, that was if she didn't know already, I was doomed. My palms were starting to sweat as I braced myself for her reaction. Would she recognise me? Would she say something? But instead, she smiled
ADELINE’S POV***I couldn't stop thinking about Xander. He hadn't come back since the day he told me he was going to stay at his mom’s house and I was disturbed because it could be the place where all his problems had started. Him acting weird must have been from there. He had been complaining about his sister before he came back and then everything had changed. He rarely talked to me and now he no longer complained about her. A lot of things were going on that I should be told about. But nobody was saying anything and it worried me so much. I wished someone could just let me know what was happening. But Xander was the only person I could talk to. He was the only one who knew what his problem was. It wasn't like him to just disappear like this, especially now that there was nothing bothering him, well, nothing that I knew of. He should have checked in lately but I'd heard nothing. My heart felt heavy as I paced around the living room. If I hadn't called him yesterday to know if he
FLORAL’S POV***I watched from a distance as Matt got out of his car and entered the pub. My heart raced but I had to keep my composure because this was going to work. It was either this night or never. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I needed to find out who he really was. I had suspected for a while that something was off about him, and now I was going to prove it. I quickly made my way to his car, careful not to draw attention. The street was quiet, and only the occasional sound of passing cars in the distance was the only thing I heard. I approached his car and glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Then, I reached into my bag and pulled out the small hidden camera I had planted earlier. I couldn't risk leaving it there for too long, just in case he checked his car for anything suspicious. My hands shook slightly as I retrieved the camera, but I was careful to keep my movements steady. Once I had it, I slipped it back in my bag and quickly walked away, blend
XANDER’S POV***I tried to move but my body would not cooperate because every inch of me was hurting and it was starting to make me feel very dizzy. I was very worried because I did not want to pass out here because nobody would see me if I needed medical attention so I had to fight off every form of hazy feeling until I was sure that I was ok. My arms, my legs, my ribs- they were all on fire. I could not remember the last time I had eaten because my stomach was already growling and I was too weak to care. But do you think that terrified me the most was the fact that the room was very dark and there was nobody around. I could only help but picture that I had been left alone in some kind of Warehouse to die. My heart pounded very fast when I thought of that and as much as I told myself that his Men could be outside, there was still a possibility that they had left me alone here to die. I didn't even know if it was day or night because time had lost its meaning. I had tried to escape
TRISTAN’S POV***The weight of everything that had happened finally stayed to lift lift from shoulders. Sasha was dead. The hit man had done his job perfectly as there was no trace or evidence of who had done it. I felt so relieved because with her gone, there was no one left to testify against me, no one who could point fingers if things went wrong. That was the hardest mission so I guessed the rest would be very easy from here onwards. Now, I just had to take care of Adeline and Xander, before I could disappear. My time was coming, and I couldn't wait for it. I smiled to myself as I thought of my plan. Once they are gone, I'd be free to leave this place. But in the meantime I had to control everything from the shadows. I was happy that I had the capable hands. Sometimes I wished that this was the last mission, but then I was reminded that it was time to put my head down and do the rest. There was no promise of a better future if the rest were still alive. Thankfully, I had it all
SASHA’S POV***I sat on the cold, hard bed in my cell, staring at the ceiling. It had been a long day, just like every other day in this place. The routine, the noise and the walls closing in on me felt unbearable but that morning, something changed. My mother called. I was surprised when the guard came to inform me that I had a call. I thought they had abandoned me, that she had left me here to rot and die just like my father had abandoned us. And I wouldn't blame her for what happened because she was just as miserable as I was. The guard escorted me out of myself and walked me to the phone stand. My heart was drumming when I picked it up. Has something bad happened? Or was she going to just tell me that the divorce had been finalised? If it was the latter, I didn't want to hear anything about it. Since my father had decided to give up on me, I didn't want anything to do with him again. I listened in on the phone and her voice came through. "Sasha, honey." Her voice was so sweet,