ACEIA'S POVMy head was hammering when I woke up, like a relentless hammer, causing unbearable pain. The agony in my brain was getting closer to breaking, so I tried to get up and looked around as it did.Alison and I ended up sitting on the ground, tied, and surrounded by rusting, run-down cars in an abandoned car factory.I had no idea where we were.I had flashbacks to Alison, and I went for ice cream, but they were cut short as Marthina barged in holding a gun.After being made to sign a document and given a numbing agent, our bodies passed out. As we awoke, the terrible truth of our imprisonment became apparent.There was one thing we knew for sure: Marthina had planned our kidnapping. Her intentions were still unclear, but she acted with malice in her eyes.Turning to the sound of Alison’s soft sobs, I took a deep breath to compose myself, resisting the urge to succumb to fear.The uncertainty of impending help gnawed at me. All I could hope for was that Hudson was actively searc
ACEIA'S POVWhen the man finally tore my top off, I forced myself to get away from him, even though it was difficult to do. I scooted away, trying to get away, but my legs were yanked back with force.Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I looked at Alison, who was still crying. "No, please. Don't do this," I begged.Marthina spoke, casually playing with the gun in her hand while still sitting in front of me, interrupting the terrifying image. "You know, when I was young..."Captivated by her words, I turned to face her. She related the heartbreaking story of how my father abandoned them when she was a young girl, leaving her mother hopeless. She stated, "I never had a happy childhood because your father took that away from me. When he left, my mother fell into madness, unable to care for me. I had to work to survive," before suddenly pressing the trigger, deafening Alison with her cry.I tried again, desperate to get out of the man's grasp, but I was quite conscious that all that was
ACEIA'S POVHudson and I ran across the sterile hallway, our footsteps hitting the chilly hospital walls like cries for help. The fluorescent lights pulsed harshly overhead, creating eerie shadows that reflected the turmoil in our hearts. Seated on the emergency bed, our daughter was a delicate figure among the difficult chaos of life-threatening medical situations.My vision became blurry as we approached the surgical room. Hudson, who was equally upset, desperately tried to hold onto our hand to help steady ourselves in the emotional storm. The sobs of a pained mother resonated with the far-off wails of sirens outside.The door to the operating room flew open, showing a surgeon whose face reflected the seriousness of the situation. As I talked, my voice quivered, and the words came out of my mouth like thin whispers in the storm.My eyes gleamed with worry as I asked, "Is she... is she going to be okay?" but the surgeon's grave expression offered no instant comfort.The surgeon gave
ACEIA'S POVWith all that had happened, I felt like I needed to find closure because of the overwhelming weight that was on my shoulders. I understood that knowing the truth was essential if I was going to embrace a happy future.After receiving confirmation that my daughter was safe, I set off to visit my parents. There were secrets hanging in the air, and it was time to face the ghosts of the past. As I walked up to the door, the air crackled with expectation, and I felt a mixture of resolution and nervousness in my veins.As I sat across from my father, a guy with many life experiences and unspoken stories, I forced myself to go deeper into our family's past. It was as though the walls were listening closely to everything I said, and the weight of unspoken truths echoed throughout the room.For an instant, my father wavered, a trace of regret visible in his eyes. Subsequently, he started to reveal a story of love and sorrow in a voice that carried the weight of decades. He added, "M
HUDSON'S POVIt began when my parents decided I should attend a math camp, assuring me it would be a joyful experience while they were away. Little did they know that it would become the catalyst for a traumatic event, pushing my life to the edge of death.As Sunday afternoon descended, we meticulously packed our belongings, getting ready to head home. The facilitator signaled the end, prompting us to board the bus. The journey commenced serenely, and I immersed myself in a book, oblivious to the impending disruption.Suddenly, the bus screeched to a halt, shattering the tranquility. My eyes darted outside, revealing an eerie silence only disturbed by the entrance of an armed stranger.Chaos erupted as the man discharged his weapon, sending children into fits of panic. Fear gripped me too, yet I chose to remain silent.Soon, we found ourselves at the mercy of these assailants. Tears flowed from frightened children yearning to return home. Amid the gunfire, a rescue mission unfolded, c
ACEIA'S POVI got home last night, so fucking wasted, so basically I'm still in bed feeling like I'm going to die because of a fucking headache. My parents don't want me to go clubbing, so last night I didn't let them know that I sneaked out to party, and I knew if my father found out, I'm sure I had my punishment for that, but I didn't think of it anymore. I needed to go to that party because my friends were there.Going to every party makes me feel free. I get to socialize with people, and it's giving me popularity by just hanging out with them. My parents don't want what I have been doing since they always said that I should act like a Christenson who is working and making money rather than spending it.They always told me that I should change and be a good woman so that I could take over the company. That idea made me sick. Working is not for me; I was born to be a princess.I felt so annoyed when I heard the noise of the alarm clock beside my bed. I was still sleepy while reachin
HUDSON'S POV Hudson closed his eyes while talking to his mother on the phone. Elanor was speaking so fast that the only word I could understand was "marriage". Even though that was the only word I heard in my mother's very long speech, I already knew what she was saying.My family wanted me to marry the heiress of Calleumston Airlines and Aceise Chains of malls. I knew for a long time that my father wanted me to enter Christenson's business in order for my family to gain more power and connections. Christenson's household wants to enter the business world in Spain and expand more, so they've decided to marry off their daughter to the Vasco's firstborn due to the fact that they couldn't do that without connection to the Vasco's household. And what every family wants will only happen when the only heiress of Christenson and the firstborn of Vasco get married.Marrying someone is not my thing; all I care about is running the company and enjoying my bachelor days. But if marrying someone
ACEIA'S POVI disliked riding a public airplane; my dad didn't let me use my private jet, and I don't know why, so I don't have a choice but to book a flight on our airline. My dad wants me to be in New York in no time since my soon-to-be husband is coming.After the talk between me and my parents about my arranged marriage, I asked my parents to let me have my freedom for just a month, and then I'd do what they wanted.I heard from my mom that they have already set the date for the wedding and that it will happen a week from now. They also discussed where they wanted to hold the wedding and who would be invited.I called my mother last night to ask if I could choose my wedding dress since I am the one to get married. It slips into my mind that this kind of occasion just happens once, so I wouldn't just wear any kind of cheap wedding gown. It's not that I want this wedding, but I should look extravagantly beautiful, even though this marriage is for convenience and also to clean my nam