ARIA’S POVWe spot three motorboats speeding towards us, slicing through the water with alarming urgency. Something about them feels wrong, and my heart drops. I know neither my brothers nor the rescue team would arrive in such boats. The vessels are small, rugged, not the kind of craft used for rescue missions. My eyes dart to Adam, and I see the same realization flash across his face. His frown deepens, and in an instant, I feel his hand clasp around mine, firm and protective. The tension in the air thickens, and I can feel the first stirrings of fear clawing at my chest.As the boats pull up to the shore, my breath catches in my throat. The men who step out are not rescuers. They’re rough-looking, with sun-weathered faces and eyes that gleam with a cold, predatory sharpness. Their clothes are worn, a mishmash of utility and intimidation.Some wear tattered jeans and boots, others cargo pants tucked into heavy-duty combat boots. Bandanas and headscarves cover their heads, some sport
ARIA’S POVThe tension on the ship is evident as the pirates surround us, their presence oppressive and menacing. Adam's grip on my hand tightens momentarily before the leader demands he let go. I feel a surge of fear as the leader’s cold eyes lock onto mine, his command ringing out to his men, his voice dripping with authority and disdain."Take her to the motorboat!"Adam, ever protective, immediately protests, he insists, his voice steady but laced with barely restrained anger."It’s not necessary. She can stay here, on my ship."The leader’s smirk returns, his gaze narrowing as he sizes up Adam, his tone mocking, while he glances at me."You must be used to getting what you want, aren’t you? Always needing that princess treatment."Adam’s response is swift and fir, saying that indeed because I deserve the best treatment. As he retorts, the weight of his words heavy with the implication that he will do whatever it takes to keep me safe. For a brief moment, I see a flicker of surpri
ARIA’S POVThe realization that I’m stuck with pirates feels like a cruel twist of fate, an absurdity too great to fully comprehend. All I wanted was to be safe, to find the others, and to go back to some semblance of normalcy. But now, not only am I caught in this nightmare, but so is Adam.Soon, if this continues, my brothers and Dad will be dragged into this mess as well. My heart clenches at the thought of them arriving, only to find themselves ensnared in the same trap. The absurdity of the situation is almost too much to bear. My father’s well-meaning but ill-timed announcement has made me a prize, a target. Now, it’s not just about survival; it’s about escaping this chaos before more lives are endangered.But I can’t blame my father. He’s doing everything he can, throwing everything he has into finding me. This is a consequence no one could have foreseen.Adam is beside me, his jaw clenched in silent fury. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curl into fist
ADAM’S POVSeeing Aria collapse, blood streaming from the wound on her head, I feel a surge of panic so intense that it nearly paralyzes me. For a split second, everything around me blurs—the chaos, the soldiers storming in, the sound of gunfire.All I can focus on is Aria, lying motionless on the ground, her face pale, her breathing shallow. I rush to her side, my hands trembling as I try to assess the severity of her injury. The sight of blood soaking through her hair, pooling around her, sends a wave of dread crashing over me."Aria! Stay with me, please…"I plead, my voice breaking as I gently cradle her head, trying to stop the bleeding with my handkerchief. But there’s so much blood. My heart races, fear clawing at my throat. I can’t lose her, not now, not like this.Suddenly, the soldiers burst into the room, taking down the remaining pirates with swift precision. But my focus remains on Aria. I barely register the chaos around us as the soldiers secure the area and shout comma
ADAM’S POVWhen we finally touch down at the hospital, a team of doctors and nurses is waiting, ready to take over. They move quickly, transferring Aria from the helicopter to a gurney and rushing her inside. I try to follow, but one of the doctors gently but firmly holds me back, telling me they need space to work. I watch as they wheel her away, her hand slipping out of mine, and I’m left standing there, feeling more helpless than ever.But as the hospital doors close behind her, I can’t shake the feeling that this is far from over.The waiting room feels like a suffocating void, filled with an oppressive silence that weighs heavily on all of us. The usual hum of the hospital, the distant beeping of machines, and the soft murmurs of medical staff moving about seem distant, muted by the overwhelming anxiety that has taken hold. Time feels suspended, each minute dragging on for what feels like an eternity.Neal paces back and forth across the room, his footsteps echoing sharply agains
ADAM’S POVI approach Aria's room with a mixture of relief and dread. The doctor's words echo in my mind—her situation is under control, but she hasn't regained consciousness yet. The fear of what I might see grips me, but the need to be near her is stronger.As I step into the room, the first thing I notice is the quiet, almost reverent atmosphere. The soft beeping of the machines and the gentle hum of the air conditioning are the only sounds, creating a strange, serene environment.Aria lies on the hospital bed, her head heavily bandaged, a stark contrast to the softness of her features. The bandage wraps around her head, hiding the wound that caused so much fear and pain, but even beneath the layers of gauze, she looks peaceful. Her skin is pale, but there’s a certain calmness in her expression, as if she’s merely sleeping, far removed from the chaos that brought her here.Despite the situation, she still looks beautiful, a beauty that seems untouched by the ordeal she’s been throu
NEAL’S POVThe anxiety gnaws at me, growing sharper with each passing hour. Aria still hasn’t woken up. Every time I glance at the clock, I’m reminded that it’s been fifteen hours since the doctor told us she would regain consciousness in three or four. But there she lies, still and silent, her head wrapped in those white bandages. It’s unbearable.I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Adam for everything he has done. If it weren’t for him, I shudder to think what might have happened. But then there’s the frustration, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Dad’s decision to announce that reward—it feels like a reckless, thoughtless move now. Sure, he was desperate, but it brought more danger down on us than we could handle. Those pirates wouldn’t have come after us if not for that reward, and now, Aria’s paying the price.“My Aria…”I hear my Dad sobbing in the corner. He must be blaming himself for his move.“She’s still not up… Oh, Lord.”Nathan is s
ADAM’S POVAria slowly opens her eyes, blinking as if trying to clear a fog from her mind. Relief washes over me, but it's tinged with a deep anxiety. Her gaze finds me, and something in her expression softens, almost like a flicker of recognition. But instead of calling out for her brothers or dad, she beckons me closer. This is unusual—she's always been closer to them, especially in moments of vulnerability. But now, it’s me she’s reaching for, her eyes searching mine for comfort.I step closer, feeling a mix of hope and dread. She doesn’t look angry or upset, but there’s a strangeness in her demeanor, something that doesn’t quite fit.“A-dam…”Her voice is soft, almost tender, as she whispers my name, and for a moment, I dare to believe that everything will be okay. I reach out and she manages to form some words.“When are you taking me home?”“Soon, love.”“I want to go home.”While I am glad that she’s responding, I am puzzled at her insisting to go home with me, instead of with