Isabelle’s Point of View:
I wrapped my arms around his body, finally feeling safe and glad he was back. Feeling his body against mine after so long felt so heavenly, and it took me by utmost joy—almost forgetting the things between us.
As moments passed and he didn’t hug me back, I started to feel weird and stepped back. I looked at him.
“Achilles,” I whispered. His eyes were emotionless, as if he really didn’t feel anything at all seeing me after three weeks. He didn’t even flinch, or smile, or… just do anything, really. He stood there like a robot staring back at me.
After ignoring me, he walked past me. I stood with my heart beating in my ears. I couldn’t believe he still hated me. It was hurting like hell to see him ignore my existence like that. I had made greater mistakes, I’ve done worse thi
Isabelle’s Point of View:The next morning, I was determined to find my mother. I had been feeling so pitiful after the way Achilles had been treating me. Not only him, I was feeling a hint of resentment from a lot of people in the Mafia. I didn’t know if it was just my mind playing tricks on me, or if they knew what happened and hated me as much as Achilles and just couldn’t show it out of respect.However, all this failed to affect Lucy. If anything, she helped me go through everything. I felt like she understood the uncertainty that came along with being with a man of the Mafia, and the trust issues we had to harbour for our own mental health.But as she said, I needed my mother if I wanted to remain sane in this suffocating place. And that’s what I planned to do. When no one cares for you, you learn to do things for yourself. A part of me worried where she was anyway—she told me we’d talk about it later and never contacted me again.I stepped down from my room into the main room.
Isabelle’s Point of View:The next week passed by impatiently. I had hoped for Achilles to come back, but instead a few men came in without him. As expected, two of them came to me and asked me to contact them whenever I was ready to go to the location of my mother.I had been waiting for this day for… days, so I immediately agreed to leave, and went to the location that Romero had earlier found. It was another house, just as pretty as our old one.“I will knock on the door first. If a man opens it, then come in. If it’s my mother, wait for my signal,” I instructed the men and they nodded. I took a long breath before walking up to the door and knocking.My heart was beating against my chest as I waited for someone to answer the door. Thankfully, my mother opened the door—her face harbouring the expression of shock as soon as her eyes saw me.“Isabelle?” She asked, her lips curled up in a huge smile. Immediately, she embraced me in her arms, as if she thought she’d never see me again. H
Achilles’ Point of View:After thinking for a few minutes, I walked over to Lucy’s room and knocked on her door. She had been here with Isabelle all this time, so she must know her feelings best. I knew I had to apologise to Isabelle, but the more I knew about how she felt, the better it would be.Lucy opened the door, shocked to see me. We barely ever interacted, and if we did, it was to convey a message to someone.“B-boss?” She asked with a little uncertainty and I exhaled.“I need to talk to you about something. Come in my room,” I said as I walked over to my room. I didn’t want to talk to her there because Isabelle might see us but I didn’t wanna barge in her private space either.As we reached my room, it was obvious she was scared and worried about what I wanted to talk about. “Relax. This is about Isabelle.”She nodded slowly, a load of tension leaving her forehead. “Have a seat,” I offered as I sat down on one of the chairs and gestured toward one from across to me.She sat d
Achilles’ Point of View:“Do you want a divorce, Achilles?” Her voice rang in my ears, making my head spin round—and I scoffed.“No! No. What part of ‘I still love you’ screams ‘I want a divorce’ to you?” I said, my breath running out. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes bearing an unreadable expression.“I just—I thought you were letting me down easy. Saying you still—you still loved me but…”“No,” I said and pulled her closer again, holding on to her and trying to reassure her. “God, Isabelle. I love you. No buts. No conditions. No complications.”I could feel her sob against me
Isabelle’s Point of View:After spending three hours of a very… amazing time with Achilles, he told me that he had to go back to the war. This time, it wasn’t as bad as when I heard the first time he left. Obviously, he bid me goodbye in the best way a person can, after meeting with mom and then paying a visit to the basement. It was as if everything was normal again, even though I just sent my husband in one of the most difficult mafia wars.I still couldn’t completely understand what happened. He was suddenly way more angry at me than he normally would be, and then now he was suddenly sorry?I guess I couldn’t judge a man like him against the parameters of a normal person. At the end of the day, I had to admit that I couldn’t be happier that I practically got him back. All my thoughts were killing me, and now it’s been quiet. A silent
Isabelle’s Point of View:“What’s wrong, Isabelle?” I heard mom say as she came out of the room and caught up with me. I was still in a daze from the conversation with Mr. Roman, cursing his name to the highest degree and replaying the conversation I was supposed to have with Achilles now.“Isabelle?” She called out again, finally getting my attention.“Oh, mom!” I said as my trail of thoughts ended. She looked at me, confused.“Where are you lost? I thought after your talk with Achilles, things would be better, no?” she asked, her voice laced with obvious concern.“Uh…” I exhaled. There was no use telling her what was happenin
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was on the ground, barely able to breathe. I didn’t know that hurting him would hurt me so much, I was out of my mind. My heart was shattering with every passing second thinking of the pain I had caused, my tears falling relentlessly.Mr. Roman wouldn’t have asked me to do this without making sure it could be supported by proof. I was sure he did something for that too. Achilles was going to hate me all over again. This time it was going to be even worse. And I… I wouldn’t be able to tell him how much I actually love him and would die for him, and would have to just stand there to take it.God, I had never felt this low in my entire life.It took him three hours—three hours before he knocke
Isabelle’s Point of View:“She gets one wish before fulfilling her punishment, boss,” One of the men pointed out as the guards were dragging me away from the main room, and I saw that it was Romero.I looked over at Achilles who was staring right at me, his face stone cold. “What do you want?” He asked me across the room and I took a deep breath. I didn’t want anything but one thing—and this was probably the last chance I’d get.“I want to talk to Lucy once. In private.”He was confused at my request, but didn’t think about it much. “Let her. I will give you one hour. Her punishment will continue after that,” he looked at his men mid-conversation and then walked out of the room