Isabelle’s Point of View:I was standing in front of my old house. Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the door and to my shock: it was indeed locked from inside. More so, I saw mom’s car in the backyard. She was definitely here, but why?Also, why wasn’t she picking up my calls? Why did she change her number? I was pretty sure she knew that I would know about her divorce no matter where I was. She didn’t even left me any messages before changing it.Well, I would probably know everything if I would just open the door and ask her. No matter what happened, I was pretty sure that she still loved me the same. I didn’t ever know what she thought of me and my behaviour in the last years while she was married to Mr Roman due to the same reasons — she became very quiet — but there was nothing I did that would make her not love me. I was her only daughter and she had loved me, in her own way. Even if she didn’t show it very often.I exhaled. Holding my breath, I rang the doorbell. As I rang
Achilles’ Point of View:I took a deep breath when I saw her. Even though I wanted to hug her, I held myself back. There were not enough words to express how relieved I was to see that she was okay. Maybe it was at this moment I realised how much she actually mattered to me.“Uh, you—um, you ok?” I asked instinctively, knowing it probably sounded stupid.“Is this a prank?” She asked, her face expressionless. “Cause I am not in the mood.”“No, it’s uh, can I come in?”“Well you’re already here, so…” she stepped aside and let me inside. I walked in and she closed the door, carefully not locking it.“You can lock it, you know. It’s a hotel, so your room—”“I know a thing or two about privacy,” She replied. “What do you want, Achilles?”“I know you wouldn’t believe me but, there’s uh…” I took a deep breath, “there’s a danger to your life. And this isn’t an excu—”“I believe you.”“Huh?” I involuntarily said.She exhaled and locked the door. After she came back toward me, she took out her
Isabelle’s Point of View:We had been driving for quite some time when I received a message. Hurriedly, I checked it out and it was indeed from him.“Shoot. You ran off? With that jackass?”Without any reaction from my side, I showed it to Achilles. As scary as it was that this person knew our every move, most of it was probably fabricated guess or just circumstantial opinion. And the last thing I needed to do right now was worry.“So you wanna go back?” Ace asked me.“Huh?” I asked before turning the screen toward me and saw he had messaged again.“Okay, fine. I give up. I’ll catch you later. Don’t run away now.”I exhaled. After thinking for a moment, I gave him my thoughts. “Uh, I don’t know. This is probably a trap.”“I suppose,” He replied. “But I don’t know, I mean, why would he warn us first if he wanted the surprise element? And if he doesn't, then it means that he genuinely wants us to go back to our lives, right?”“That makes no sense,” I said without thinking.“It actually
Achilles’ Point of View:This was crazy.I was going crazy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Apparently, the message was now gone, and for some reason my father praised me—and this all happened while we had this crazy stalker on our backs who mysteriously decided to let us go?Amidst all this, another crazy thought hit me: what if my father was the one behind the threat and manipulation? Maybe he wanted to see if I could come back home to save Isabelle even if he was mad at me.Ah, that was probably a stretch.I par
Achilles’ Point of View:I did. I did see the ruins the next day, waking up to sixty five messages from Isabelle—all of them vividly disturbing to read.I scrolled through all of them, and some of them were good enough for me to pick on:“You crazy bellend!!”“Pick the fucking phone up, you wanker!!”“You’ve got to be shitting me, pick the phone dickhead!!”“Asshole!”I scrolled down to the last message wh
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was fucked up.My eyes were still fixated at his perfectly greyish light black–shady eyes. Shady, in both senses.I had come here with the certainty that I would get him to admit that he speaks bullshit when he’s drunk, or maybe to end up with a huge amount of money for my college payment. Originally, the thought of him paying for me sounded so ridiculous, I didn’t even wanna present it. I mean I say that it’d be embarrassing for him if he couldn’t pay — but wouldn’t it be more embarrassing for me?I didn’t want to give that perspective to him. Obviously, when I looked at him once again through the eyes of someone who heard that he could potentially want to sleep with me again — it was weird. I thought I hated him to the core, but apparently, I just needed a little push and here I was—half naked in front of him, being paid over 50 millions to spend a night with the person I hated and loved for the longest time.But there was no time for thoughts. Not anymor
Isabella’s Point of View:My chest moved up and down as his fingers left my private part. He looked into my eyes as he kissed my lips before getting up and unbuckling his jeans. They fell down to the ground and I couldn’t help but fix my eyes at his erection from the boxers.Instinctively, I stood up too and went toward him, now staring directly into his eyes. It seemed like his eyes were controlling me directly, and I followed wherever his eyes went.As I stood in front of him, I reached out my hand to touch his chest but before my fingers could come in contact with his body, his voice startled me: “Hands off.”I looked at him as a response and brought my hand down. He leaned in near my earlobe and whispered: “You like when I control you?”I couldn’t answer. It was a new experience for me and I wasn’t aware if it was normal to feel like this. It was true that it felt nice when he ordered me around, but if I admitted it—he might think I was a weirdo.“I…”“Tell me, baby. It’s okay.”“
Achilles’ Point of View:It was 4 AM when I decided to get up and finish up some work I had left. We had been on the bed for almost 12 hours, but I didn’t sleep for most of it. Turns out if the girl cries during sex and it’s not because of the reason you think, it fucks you up wondering what the hell went wrong.As I stood up, I turned on the lights and looked over at her. She looked most at peace when she was asleep. Innocent. That’s what she seemed to be when her eyes were closed and she was drifting to her own magical world. I turned them off to make sure she didn’t wake up.Even though I usually worked in the living room, I didn’t want to leave her alone. So after bringing my laptop from the main