Miley’s POV:
The wind was howling loudly as I helplessly thrashed my arms and legs in the air, but it was pointless. Moments later, I crashed into the icy waters. My stomach lurched, and my heart almost stopped due to the shockingly cold temperature of the water. The last thing I saw before the sea pulled me towards its core, was Archie’s wide eyes bursting with shock. Was this really the happiest day of my life… the day I had dreamed of for so long? So how did it turn into a nightmare? ————— Half an hour ago: The deck of the luxury yacht was alive with music and laughter. The guests were milling about as the Italian coastline stretched endlessly beyond the deck, waves crashing against the rocks below. I stood under the twinkling lights, dressed in the gown that was custom-made for me as per Archie's preferences. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up my spine. I glanced at my phone, the unanswered messages glaring back at me. No, I guess I was just allowing my nervousness to mess with my head. Today was going to be perfect! And why wouldn't it be? Archie and I were going to start a new chapter of our lives today. We would officially become partners in front of everyone we knew. "Hey! Whoa, don't you look amazing today…!” Jasmine, a friend from college, was looking at me with smiling eyes, pulling me out of my thoughts. I forced a smile. "Thank you, I'm so glad you could come! I really appreciate it." “Oh come on! How could I miss the engagement of our ideal couple? But Miley, how did you end up hosting the party here? I thought you hated this country." “Well, that was a long time ago, wasn't it?” I let out a chuckle, adding; “My likes and dislikes have changed now, but I'm surprised you still remember it.” At least the last sentence wasn't a lie, but almost everything else I had said was. I still didn't like this place at all, but Archie had insisted on holding our engagement here. And I had agreed, like always. Because as long as I had the man I loved by my side, everything would be okay. I just wasn't feeling very sure of it right now. "And those guests, they don't seem like your usual crowd. How did you end up inviting them?” Jasmine spoke up again, and I followed her gaze towards a group of unfamiliar guests standing near the bar. The group was dressed formally, like the rest of the guests, but there was something off about them… I had no idea why Archie invited them to our private celebration. They didn’t belong here, or maybe it was just me. Maybe I couldn't get my anxiety under control because Archie was busy somewhere, and I was feeling completely out of place in this godforsaken country! Before I could answer Jasmine, my phone buzzed. “Come to room 358, it's urgent.” I quickly read the message, and gave Jasmine my first genuine smile of the day. “Archie is calling for me, I should go. You stay here and enjoy the party, okay?” “Oh, wow! You're gonna leave me here and go to him? Miley, I'm so jealous. You two are so close even after eight years together!” Jasmine added with a laugh, “Just like our college days, Archie can’t bear to be apart from you… or your sister, right?” I ignored the discomfort that jabbed into my chest at her last remark. Lately, my friends’ comments always left me feeling more uneasy than anything else. That's one of the reasons I preferred to spend more time with Archie. But even then, our private moments were always interrupted by Emily… my sister. Well, she wasn't my sister by blood, but she was technically family. Shortly after my mom passed away, Emily had come into our lives like a lost kitten. She was the daughter of my dad’s old friend, who had also passed away unexpectedly. That was all it took to melt my heart. Who else could understand the pain of losing a parent better than me? And from then on, I started treating Emily like my own little sister. She was really timid and frail, so I always included her in our games. I wanted her to feel like she was a part of our family too! But as Emily grew more comfortable and confident, it was only natural that we drifted apart. We didn't have much in common, and as a result, we had completely different circles of friends. Except for Archie. I had seen Archie and Emily playing and laughing together far too many times. Emily needed someone to lean on, and while we could never become as close as real sisters, Archie was the one person she could share everything with. He was just the type of person who got along with everyone, cared for everyone, without caring for his own comfort. Like the one time Emily had taken my phone from my room, and when I chased after her to take it back, she tried to run away and accidentally pushed me down the stairs. I tumbled down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom of the staircase, blood pooling around me. I had broken my leg, and before I could process my own pain, Emily came rushing over and burst into tears. “Oh my God! Daddy! Archie! Someone please help, there is so much blood! Help, is someone here?!” On hearing her screams, Archie came rushing to her side. “Archie, Miley fell down! She's so clumsy… I tried to save her but she just fell down! I'm feeling nauseous… there's blood… I don't feel well…” After shouting at the top of her lungs, she fainted in his arms, too scared of seeing the blood that she herself was responsible for. Archie was so distressed on her behalf that he carried her to the hospital… leaving me lying there, with my leg still bleeding and covered in bruises.Miley's POV:“Oh baby, you feel so good!!”The voices, submerged in ecstacy, leaked into the hallway, and my steps froze. Archie…?! What the hell was going on? Who was he with… and why on earth did he text me to come here?“Oooh… Archie…!”A soft moan reached my ears, answering all the questions at once. Emily! She was behind all this. “Ah, ah… I love you, baby!”If you asked me, I would've imagined that my heart would stop beating if Archie ever betrayed me. But still, this traitor heart was beating loudly inside my chest. With trembling hands, I clutched my phone and pressed play on the recorder, crushing my own heart as I pressed against the door. "Archie…?”“Mmm?”“What will you do if my sister finds out?" “As if she will! Didn't I tell you that she is too stupid to ever suspect anything? In a few hours, I’ll be sliding that ring on her finger, and she’ll be smiling like the fool she is.”“Then make sure you put on a good show out there. I want to see her eyes shine with he
Miley's POV:“Just put the gun down, Emily, you can't shoot me on a yacht filled with people—”“Do you really believe that? Because the deck we're standing on is pretty empty. And if you're planning to shout for help, I don't think anyone is going to hear your screams over the loud music. Even if someone hears the gunshot, it will be too late to save you by then!”The gun’s dark barrel was pointed straight at me, and fear coiled itself around my heart like a snake.Emily wouldn't hesitate to ruin her own life to kill me… I had no doubt about that anymore.So, I slowly took a step back, then another, just like she wanted… keeping my hands slightly raised and my voice calm. “Why, Emily? Why did you have to take away the only happiness of my life?”“Oh, please, don’t act like a victim now. Why should I be satisfied with whatever scraps you think I deserve, when I can get the whole world in my palm? And since you brought up the question of deserving, do you think you really deserve every
Miley's POV:Two pairs of footsteps, then one stopped at the doorway. “Daddy, why don't you come in?”Emily's voice felt like needles stabbing my ears… for the last eight years, she had always called him Mr. Godfrey in front of the whole world, pretending to be reserved and shy. But now that the mask was off, she was calling him daddy like she had always been his beloved daughter.“I really don't want to come inside this room, and honestly, you shouldn't either. Let's go, I don't want to stay here any longer– I can't stand the sight of her. That face… it resembles her mother so much that I'm disgusted by it!”My heart was going to burst with pain. How can one person take all this betrayal within one day? He was the last person I had left, my own father… no! He wasn’t my father anymore, like I wasn't his daughter. My dad was dead too, and this cold, indifferent voice belonged to my mother's executioner!"Emily, just listen to me honey. She isn't going anywhere in this condition, an
Archie's POV:“I’m sorry to say this, Archie! I don't want Miley’s ghost haunting our lives. If you can't let it go, how will you love me with all your heart? Just forget her, okay?”Emily’s soft voice reached my ears, carrying a hidden warning right before she hung up."Forget her?" I scoffed under my breath. "How can I do that?”I leaned back against the couch and I reached for my whiskey glass again. The room suddenly felt too suffocating, but I didn't want to leave. I hadn’t stepped outside since last night, since Miley…I shut my eyes.And suddenly, the clicking of ice in my glass faded into the sound of distant laughter from my childhood nightmare.I felt like I was seven again, lying on the ground with my knees and palms scraped and stinging. "Why don't you get up and show us!?”I could hear their cruel laughter, but I forced myself to stay down. If I didn't move, maybe they would get bored and leave."Coward! Look, what a spineless wimp this rich kid is!”I wasn’t rich. We
Miley's POV: ‘Run… I need to run… as far as I can, before these bastards end my life.’ This was the only thought screaming inside my chest, louder than my heartbeat. But I held my breath, not even daring to breathe too hard, fearing I might get caught. I listened carefully… Emily’s footsteps were fading… getting softer with every second. I waited– one minute, two, then five more... Just in case she came back. Only when I was sure- absolutely sure, that she wasn't coming back anytime sooner, I allowed myself to open my eyes. Tears spilled instantly. Her words echoed, like shards of broken glass embedding into my mind. “From now on, you will be humiliated and abused, and you'll have no choice but to endure it.” “I thought about killing you first, getting rid of you once and for all. But… I think, what's the fun in that? And I have changed my mind now.” “Death is too good for you.” “This is just the beginning of your suffering.” Why? Why was she doing this to me? My
Miley's POV:I inched toward the frosted pane window, leaning forward and peering through the narrow strip of clear glass– holding my breath. Two men stood outside. One of them lowered his cigarette, the red glow dimming as he flicked away the ash, then puffed out a stream of smoke. “It looks like this is your first time on a job like this,” he said casually in a rough voice. The other man shifted uncomfortably. “Kinda. I've done other ones, but not… like this.”The cigarette guy gave a lazy shrug. “Look, man. The ones who hire us, these are rich folks! They all do dirty things, and we don’t care. We’re not here to judge them. It’s just work. We get rid of whoever they want, get paid, move on. Try not to understand their feelings or the stories behind it… because if you start worrying about their family drama, you’ll drive yourself crazy.”I felt bile rise in my throat. Get rid of whoever they want?“Yeah, I get it… but you’re not understanding me right. I heard this young lady…
Miley's POV: My legs were trembling, warning me as I lowered my hand and lifted my face, trying to focus all my energy on the person who had spoken. The bright headlights were blinding me so badly that I couldn’t see past the glare. Slowly, my eyes adjusted and the shadows in front of me slowly took form. A young boy was leaning out of the passenger window, his small face filled with something like curiosity while his icy blue eyes stared down at me.It was him! The same boy from the hotel and the cruise—“Well?” He asked again, his voice was sharp and full of impatience. “Aren’t you even gonna thank him?”The child pointed at the man hidden mostly in the darkness, sitting behind the steering wheel. As my vision cleared, my eyes fixed on the most devastatingly beautiful man I had ever seen. He was inhumanly handsome, his aristocratic features being sharpened by the moonlight: broad forehead, chiseled jawline, and heavy eyelids. His beauty wasn't human. He was like a wrathful
Nico’s POV: I felt strange. It had been years since memories of my youth surfaced so clearly. I couldn't say exactly when it happened, but over the years, the memories I used to hold so vividly had become blurry, like smudged ink on an old page. Maybe it was all the assassination attempts, the countless men I had taken down in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of the injuries I entered when I was imprisoned in the underground execution ground... those days, when the only thing that kept me going was an instinct to survive. I didn't want to think about the past for a long time. It had become easier to push those memories aside, bury them deep where they couldn’t reach me.But the moment I saw her, those forgotten memories came rushing back. It was like a necklace of pearls, dancing around the dove’s pure white neck. But the moment I saw her, the forgotten memories snapped into focus like pearls strung around that delicate white neck. The face of a young girl flashed in my me
Miley's POV: Sunlight dripped like honey across the duvet when I woke. For three blissful seconds, I forgot everything: the betrayal, the chase, the cold seawater filling my lungs. The mattress was comfortable– it cradled me like a cloud, and the silk sheets that were cool against my bare legs provided a cool, calming sensation to my nerves. My fingers curled around something plastic—a sling bottle of water placed carefully in my grasp. And then, reality crashed down. I bolted upright, the movement sending a stab of pain through my bruised ribs. This isn't my room. This isn't my country. The grandeur of the space alone was overwhelming-- towering ceilings with intricate moldings, gray silk drapes pooling on marble floors, a chandelier that looked like frozen starlight. It was a guest room, judging by the fact that it was impeccably elegant, yet there were no personal touches anywhere. I started to breathe heavily , trying to suck as much air as I could, sending myself
Miley’s POV: The silver Porsche glided on the roads, but only passing flashes of the city lights registered through my closed lids. I didn’t know when I had been lifted into the car, only that the cold rain was gone and the soft purring of the engine replaced the chaos in my ears. My eyes fluttered open after a few minutes. I was curled up in the back seat, a soft blanket draped over my shivering body. The smell of leather filled my nose– I blinked, and looked to my side. “Welcome back to life! I'm Tulio!” The little boy, no older than five, sat across from me in the other corner of the backseat. He must have moved to the back seat from the front, and his bright eyes were fixed on me. He wasn’t like other kids… there was something different about him, like a mini adult trapped in a child’s body. “I'm Miley.” There was an awkward silence in the car, and I shifted slightly, trying to calm my heart and shake myself out of the trauma. My hands were still trembling, bu
Fate had a sick sense of humor. Because the second time I saw her wasn't in some rainy English cemetery. No… this time, she had come to my country on the arm of the most annoying bastard I could remember from the past. The very same boy who had carried her away all those years ago. “Archie Watson…" I muttered, swirling my whiskey as I read the name written on a festive banner, hung up on the upper deck. “The Godfreys welcome you to the engagement of Archie Watson and Miley Godfrey!” The guests were enjoying themselves at the party going on on the lower deck, while my ears were getting tortured by some god-awful string quartet murdering Vivaldi’s work. One of my crew members had formed some bullshit alliance with Watson's shipping company… and hence the invitation. Hence this torture. I drained my glass, because not showing here wouldn't be a good look. Reputation demanded I make an appearance… looking indifferent and untouchable, representing the Mafia. But the m
Nico’s POV: I felt strange. It had been years since memories of my youth surfaced so clearly. I couldn't say exactly when it happened, but over the years, the memories I used to hold so vividly had become blurry, like smudged ink on an old page. Maybe it was all the assassination attempts, the countless men I had taken down in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of the injuries I entered when I was imprisoned in the underground execution ground... those days, when the only thing that kept me going was an instinct to survive. I didn't want to think about the past for a long time. It had become easier to push those memories aside, bury them deep where they couldn’t reach me.But the moment I saw her, those forgotten memories came rushing back. It was like a necklace of pearls, dancing around the dove’s pure white neck. But the moment I saw her, the forgotten memories snapped into focus like pearls strung around that delicate white neck. The face of a young girl flashed in my me
Miley's POV: My legs were trembling, warning me as I lowered my hand and lifted my face, trying to focus all my energy on the person who had spoken. The bright headlights were blinding me so badly that I couldn’t see past the glare. Slowly, my eyes adjusted and the shadows in front of me slowly took form. A young boy was leaning out of the passenger window, his small face filled with something like curiosity while his icy blue eyes stared down at me.It was him! The same boy from the hotel and the cruise—“Well?” He asked again, his voice was sharp and full of impatience. “Aren’t you even gonna thank him?”The child pointed at the man hidden mostly in the darkness, sitting behind the steering wheel. As my vision cleared, my eyes fixed on the most devastatingly beautiful man I had ever seen. He was inhumanly handsome, his aristocratic features being sharpened by the moonlight: broad forehead, chiseled jawline, and heavy eyelids. His beauty wasn't human. He was like a wrathful
Miley's POV:I inched toward the frosted pane window, leaning forward and peering through the narrow strip of clear glass– holding my breath. Two men stood outside. One of them lowered his cigarette, the red glow dimming as he flicked away the ash, then puffed out a stream of smoke. “It looks like this is your first time on a job like this,” he said casually in a rough voice. The other man shifted uncomfortably. “Kinda. I've done other ones, but not… like this.”The cigarette guy gave a lazy shrug. “Look, man. The ones who hire us, these are rich folks! They all do dirty things, and we don’t care. We’re not here to judge them. It’s just work. We get rid of whoever they want, get paid, move on. Try not to understand their feelings or the stories behind it… because if you start worrying about their family drama, you’ll drive yourself crazy.”I felt bile rise in my throat. Get rid of whoever they want?“Yeah, I get it… but you’re not understanding me right. I heard this young lady…
Miley's POV: ‘Run… I need to run… as far as I can, before these bastards end my life.’ This was the only thought screaming inside my chest, louder than my heartbeat. But I held my breath, not even daring to breathe too hard, fearing I might get caught. I listened carefully… Emily’s footsteps were fading… getting softer with every second. I waited– one minute, two, then five more... Just in case she came back. Only when I was sure- absolutely sure, that she wasn't coming back anytime sooner, I allowed myself to open my eyes. Tears spilled instantly. Her words echoed, like shards of broken glass embedding into my mind. “From now on, you will be humiliated and abused, and you'll have no choice but to endure it.” “I thought about killing you first, getting rid of you once and for all. But… I think, what's the fun in that? And I have changed my mind now.” “Death is too good for you.” “This is just the beginning of your suffering.” Why? Why was she doing this to me? My
Archie's POV:“I’m sorry to say this, Archie! I don't want Miley’s ghost haunting our lives. If you can't let it go, how will you love me with all your heart? Just forget her, okay?”Emily’s soft voice reached my ears, carrying a hidden warning right before she hung up."Forget her?" I scoffed under my breath. "How can I do that?”I leaned back against the couch and I reached for my whiskey glass again. The room suddenly felt too suffocating, but I didn't want to leave. I hadn’t stepped outside since last night, since Miley…I shut my eyes.And suddenly, the clicking of ice in my glass faded into the sound of distant laughter from my childhood nightmare.I felt like I was seven again, lying on the ground with my knees and palms scraped and stinging. "Why don't you get up and show us!?”I could hear their cruel laughter, but I forced myself to stay down. If I didn't move, maybe they would get bored and leave."Coward! Look, what a spineless wimp this rich kid is!”I wasn’t rich. We
Miley's POV:Two pairs of footsteps, then one stopped at the doorway. “Daddy, why don't you come in?”Emily's voice felt like needles stabbing my ears… for the last eight years, she had always called him Mr. Godfrey in front of the whole world, pretending to be reserved and shy. But now that the mask was off, she was calling him daddy like she had always been his beloved daughter.“I really don't want to come inside this room, and honestly, you shouldn't either. Let's go, I don't want to stay here any longer– I can't stand the sight of her. That face… it resembles her mother so much that I'm disgusted by it!”My heart was going to burst with pain. How can one person take all this betrayal within one day? He was the last person I had left, my own father… no! He wasn’t my father anymore, like I wasn't his daughter. My dad was dead too, and this cold, indifferent voice belonged to my mother's executioner!"Emily, just listen to me honey. She isn't going anywhere in this condition, an