Anna's povI was stiff and sore from having my hands tied for most of the day; the skin on my wrists was rubbed sore from the ropes. Owen rolled across my lap, curled up and asleep; his body twitched in the darkness.He had stopped crying hours ago—maybe days ago, I wasn’t sure anymore. The clocks ceased to exist and all that separated them from one another was the dim light that came in through the little crack in the door separating night from day.My eyes opened, they were sticky and droopy, they had not been shut for long, given the terror that I was going through. My body started getting dizzy and I couldn’t understand where I was, my tongue felt fleshy and swollen. And how long had we had been in here? Weeks? I was worried when Owen became silent, but his whimpering was unbearably pitiful and pained. I pulled with all my strength on the ropes in an attempt to loosen them but my arms felt so weak and with each movement, I felt the bolts of pain in my aching muscles. It was no u
Anna’s POVSuddenly, as the door shut behind them, I got a sickening recollection of the next few minutes that was almost physically hard to bear.My hands were tied firmly behind my back, my hands and arms began to feel a pins-and-needles sensation, and the rope left red marks on the surface of my skin as I tried to move.Except for a small lamp that was shedding its pallid light on the room, the rest of the world was dark and even the shadow of a doubt was suffocating in my heart. Owen’s small body lay limp on my lap, his breaths shallow but steady. That was my only comfort now—he was still alive.But for how long?Hannah had left with that vile smirk on her face, and Gerald... Gerald had been the final blow. It wasn’t just the betrayal of Landen, the man I had once trusted with my life, but the way they both took pleasure in revealing the truth to me, piece by piece as if they were savoring my anguish.I rested my forehead against the cold stone wall, trying to hold on to any rema
The moment he stepped through the door, there seemed to be a tension charge in the air. He appeared to have all the time in the world as he walked slowly and diligently. I pressed my lips tightly and turned away not to yield to agony which I knew he was enjoying watching. “Still holding up, are we?” He said it more like a statement and to me there was something sinister in his jovial tone that made the bristles of my hair stand on end at the back of my neck. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let him have the pleasure of seeing my voice shaking. Frowning, Gerald huffed and pretended as if I had let him down by not responding to his joke. “I suppose you are angry with me now,” he said in a sarcastic and harsh manner.“But you shouldn’t be. After all, everything I have done has been for the greater good. ” My brows drew together, and at long last I opened my mouth to speak, my voice hoarse and ragged. “Greater good?” I spat. “You are being very selfish, Gerald. Very selfish.
Hannah, that bitch, had been my friend for so long. I knew she was manipulative, but this was the height of it.The thought churned in my mind as I sat in the dim room, Owen lying weakly across my lap.How on earth could I have missed this? How could I have been so blind to the poisonous viper that had been so close to me all these years? Her every laugh, shared secret and moment I had lean on me were all lies.I bit my teeth so hard, that feelings of betrayal weighed down my chest.My child—our firstborn—was taken from me. I never knew why or how only that the miscarriage was abrupt and agonizing. The dreadful truth escaped and the nauseating reality dawned on me.It was Hannah. She had orchestrated everything. She had murdered my child.“You thought you could be Luna and give Landen an heir, didn’t you?” Hannah’s voice had been full of venom as she admitted what she had done.“But I couldn’t let that happen, Anna. I couldn’t let you have what I deserved.” Her eyes were emotionless a
I was trying to grasp how far their lying could go, and my head was spinning. For years, they had been preparing for this, operating covertly and controlling everyone in their surroundings. And now, they were so close to achieving their goal.But it wasn’t just about power. It was personal. For Gerald, it had always been personal. And now, I was the last obstacle standing in their way.“My son...” I croaked softly and closed my eyes, tears falling on the boy in my arms, the small, frail body of Owen. “You want to kill my son, don’t you?”Hannah let out a meet and satisfied smirking, her eyes were looking quite evil now.“Owen is a threat, Anna. In a way, he is a threat to anything I have strived to build in my life. If one day Landen discovers that he has a biological son, my elder son will be displaced. I can’t let that happen. Owen has to go.”Those words cut through me like a knife and I personally felt the stab in my chest. My baby. My sweet, innocent Owen. She wanted him dead. On
And then there is Hannah. She had always been cunning, yes…but never had guessed she would be this much cunning. How she laughed so coldly and without mercy while disclosing such a deep lie still echoes in my ears.Hannah had not just betrayed me—she had destroyed the very foundation of trust that Landen had built with her. And she had done it all for the sake of her own twisted desires.“She’ll never love you the way you love her,” Gerald had told me with a smirk, referring to Hannah. “Her loyalty was never to you, Anna. It was always to herself. Everything she’s done, everything we’ve done, was for one purpose: to take what should have been ours.”I had thought Hannah wanted Landen, wanted to be his Luna, but now I see the truth. She didn’t want Landen at all. She wanted his title, his power, and most importantly, she wanted her son to be the heir. Owen was just collateral damage, an obstacle that needed to be removed.But it hadn’t ended there. The true depths of their deception
“You were never supposed to have a child, Anna,” she had said, her voice full of malice. “Not then, not ever. I made sure of that. And it worked, didn’t it? You lost that baby, and now Owen is the only thing standing in my way. But don’t worry. That won’t last long.”The cruelty in her voice had been like a slap to the face, and I had cursed her then, letting all of the anger and pain I had been holding back spill out.“You killed my child!” I had screamed, tears streaming down my face. “You made me believe it was my fault!”And then she had slapped me. Hard. The stinging sensation felt on my skin reminds me of how far she was ready to go to get what she wanted. It was the first time I swear that I saw such hatred in a person and not even in Hannah’s eyes.She was ruthless, and all the time seemed to have transformed into someone quite different from the woman she used to be.But the most awful thing—indeed the part I think about at night and which replays like a video in my mind—I do
The room feels colder to me now, but maybe that's because I feel colder than the walls around me due to treachery. The sensation is like to a stone pressing against my chest, making breathing nearly impossible.In spite of my efforts, I can draw no further away than feel the sensation, the reverberation of their betrayal, and the years it spanned. For all that time, Gerald and Hannah had schemed, spun the web of deceit, and what had I been but the incapable fool to realize it?How could I not have seen it? I think through the incidents repeatedly in my mind and try to find out what aspects of the drama I missed. Gerald had been like a brother to Landen his Beta his right-hand man.And Hannah… she had been my friend, or rather I thought she was a friend. Now, looking back, I am able to identify what were obvious signs of them liking each other behind the scenes – the holes in their masks, the quick diagonal looks they exchanged when they thought no one was looking, the signs that shou