DANZEL —The time you have mixed feelings for someone is difficult. But having mixed emotions being surged through your body is f*cking hard. Fiona's words rang in my ears while her eyes looked up at me with hope. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Anger at William for what he had done, betrayal because he was my friend once, despise at me because I couldn't help my sister, and above all, guilt because I failed to protect her, I failed as a brother.Fiona cried while I held her. All her memories came rushing back and her tears kept spilling from her eyes. Even though her words struck me hard and I was lost for words, even though I felt all those emotions, I couldn't be mad at Angelina. Fick, even when Fiona cried pointing at Angelina and shouted at me for not being able to see the truth, I couldn't help but feel the urge to rush toward Angelina. But I didn't. I couldn't leave my sister and comfort Angelina. Even when I saw how much Fiona's words hurt her, I couldn't leave my sist
ANGELINA —The entire morning, Peter, Gabriel, and I had lots of fun. Even though they were mad at Peter for hiding the truth, they were happy that we were fine. I was happy to see Peter here. Since I was brought here, I kept worrying about him. He was a friend to me, no matter what happened in these past few days; I still wanted him to be my friend."So how's life in San Diego?" Gabriel asked both of us."Good," I said, avoiding looking at Peter. "We were grown used to it."Gabriel studied me for a moment, maybe wondering about what made me so uncomfortable. He was about to say something when Philip called him. He immediately stood up and nodded at us and walked out."So," Peter began, breaking off the silence. "How are you?"I considered the question. "Yeah, I guess I am."He nodded and then I asked him about the plaster on his hand."I broke my arm." He said, "It's not a big deal.""Okay.""Jo was asking about you."My eyes widened at his words. "Oh my god, she must be worried about
ANGELINA —I stared blankly at the wall ahead of me. The cold water stung my eyes but I didn't care. All my mind could think of was the words Danzel's father spoke last night. I don't remember anything after that, mainly because I fainted right there and woke up in the morning.This is what you get when you fall in love with your enemy's daughter.What did he mean? A shiver rang through my body as the words kept replaying in my mind. Does— Danzel love me? I closed my eyes and let the overwhelming feeling wash over me. Was it—real? He cannot love me, he never did. Then why did his father say such a thing? Maybe he meant hypothetically or maybe he was trying to freak me out, which kind of worked actually because I fainted in shock, and still I have no idea what the truth is. And I didn't want to know it just yet. Because I was afraid of the truth, afraid of what it might bring me. All these years I lived up with the belief that it was me who loved him, not the other way round. I never ex
ANGELINA —I let him look at me. My eyes were still red from crying and my body shook vulnerably. Danzel didn't move from where he stood. I wanted him to shout at him for running away; I wanted him to do something other than stare at me."Angelina..." he began and I trembled at the tone of his calm voice. It felt like he was done trying to be strong, he was done with me. "Why?"I inhaled audibly and looked down, "I am sorry.""Why did you run, love?" he asked. I kept quiet and kept my gaze steady on the ground. I felt him moving forward until he stood in front of me. Holding my chin between his long fingers, he made me look at him. His blue eyes swept over my face and then he whispered, "Why did you run, Angelina?""I was scared," I answered honestly.Hurt flashed across his blue orbs and he nodded, accepting my answer."Of me?" he asked."I don't know..." I answered in response.Danz took my hand and walked us to the bed. Picking up the glass of water from the nightstand, he made me
ANGELINAI stirred in my sleep and opened my eyes. The darkness outside the window indicated that it was still dark, early morning maybe. My eyes moved over to him. Danzel had his arms curled around me and my head was over his arm. Looking up at his sleeping face, I felt my heart beat against my ribcage. Those long eyelashes hid the blue eyes my heart yearned for; those lips which were always set in a thin line were beautiful. Involuntarily, my fingers slowly touched his face. They lingered over his eyes, imagining the blue orbs dreaming of something. How did I end up here? In his arms again? I gazed my eyes at him, indeed Danzel was a handsome man. Beneath his cold stature, he was the most caring person. I had seen him protect his family, and his loved ones.My heart skipped a beat at his confession earlier.I love you, Angelina.There was no hidden plan in his words. They were pure and vulnerable. I kept playing them in my head, slightly enjoying the beats of my heart. Did I love him
ANGELINA -I stared at his retreating back wondering how unknowingly familiar my life seemed to me. Here I was, back in his house after all these months I am finally where I belong. As he reached at the door, Danzel turned around and smiled, his eyes shone with the love he had for me. My heart fluttered at the sight and I waved him back.Smiling pleasantly at myself, I turned around and made my way to my room. My feet faltered at the entrance of Fiona's room and I knocked on her door. I heard shuffling from the other side and then Fiona opened the door."Hey," she smiled at me, "please come in,""Hi," I said and stepped in, immediately realizing that this was the first time I have ever stepped into her room. "We never got to talk since I came.""Oh yeah," she said and looked around, "Things have been busy lately.""Yeah," I nodded in agreement and then looked at her. Fiona was dressed in a floral pink dress and her eyes were red at the corners, "Fiona, have you been crying?""What?" h
Angelina - My mind was still occupied with what Fiona said a few days ago. I kept replaying her words, straining my mind on how complicated her relationship with Ethan was. He was my stepbrother, a man who sold me to my biggest nightmare for money. I didn't know him. I didn't even know he existed. But what I had heard from everyone, was Ethan was a messed up guy. All these days, he was the man who destroyed Danzel's family, who killed the entire future of Danzel.But for Fiona, I couldn't understand. She spoke of someone unknown to me. I saw it in her eyes, she loved him. He hurt her and enjoyed it. The more I thought about it, the more twisted things got. I assumed that I could relate to her situation. She was kidnapped, and I was too. She was beaten, and...I was too. She fell for her own abductor, I did too. But Danzel was good, in his own way, he took care of me. Not once did he try to force himself on me. He was cocky and arrogant, and more of a bastard in the initial days. I reme
Angelina -For a moment, I didn't move, nor did he. We stood frozen, enjoying the feel of each other's lips. All the courage and adrenaline I had felt building up inside my blood, drained away with the touch of his lips. Danzel stood stiff and then slowly, I felt him responding. Familiar warmth spread inside my body at his lips moving against mine. My knees buckled and he held me by my waist, pulling me closer. I surrendered in his arms and he kissed me slowly as if we were teenagers sharing our first kiss. Hesitant at first and then the raging control slipped through his hands and he buried them in my hair. When I broke apart, Danzel rested his forehead against mine and breathed,"I fucking missed you!" and my heart fluttered, "I missed you so much!"I nodded and he kissed me again, "I am sorry.""I am sorry too," I breathed against his mouth, "—for leaving you."Not able to hold back, he kissed me again. "You had every right to leave me, I didn't treat you right."Maybe it was all th