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Achilles’ Point of View:“Mr. Roman, Ms. Isabelle’s mother is here. Because of your previous mention, I thought to inform you before she can meet her.”I exhaled. What the fuck? Why was she here? And why would she come here after all this time?After processing my reply, I spoke. “Uh, I’ll be there and have a conversation with her first. Thank you for informing me.”“That’s alright. Thank you.” The call ended and I looked at Carlos, who just looked back at me equally confused.“Well, I think we should go,” I said, “You coming?”“Uh, sure,” He grinned and I smiled, hurrying to the car and then driving back to the hospital.We reached inside and found mom standing in the reception hall. She looked at me confused before coming toward me with a smile.“Oh, Achilles, how have you been?” Her voice was filled with care—I didn’t know if it was fake or not.“What are you doing here, mom?” My face was serious as I ignored her question.“What do you mean? Isabella’s in there!” She exclaimed as i
Achilles’ Point of View:The last sentence of the diary left my heart beating like a drum. I breathed heavily as my eyes stared at the words.“I don’t know if it’s even possible, or if you’re even available… but I think I like you, and there’s nothing more I want than to be with you.”I let out a shuddered breath. This might just have been the longest I was speechless. There were no words, no thoughts in my head—a dead silence that went round and round as I processed it, but my mind was completely blank. I had planned for everything in my life, but there wasn’t a single second I thought this could happen.“Uh, Achilles?” I heard her voice after what felt like at least seven minutes. I looked up at
Carlos’ Point of View:I was working full time in Scarlet Industries. It was a developing company that rose to fame in the last three years and was looking to expand. Even though I had originally wanted to start my own, I knew it wasn’t easy, I didn’t have enough time and I loved working more than I loved bossing people around.My boss was a nice fellow. He had been kind enough to let me visit Isabelle on Fridays for hours—even though his work ethic was strong and he’d make all of us work six days a week. In return for his nice efforts, I worked my ass off on work days and made sure he was satisfied with my work.Everything was in order. Fridays were usually my favourites—I had to work less, I
Josephine’s Point of View:I kissed his lips and waited for him to reciprocate until he pulled me closer and dominated my mouth. He turned me around and pushed me against the wall, his hands tracing my body as his tongue tasted every part of my mouth.After kissing me for a while, he pulled back and then looked at me. “Are you sure?”“Yes.”As soon as I said that, he turned me around, opened my dress and let it fall to the ground. I turned back to face him and he pressed his mouth against mine, his hands touching my back and my waist simultaneously in passion.“Ah…” I moaned as he continued to trace my body with his hands. His lips left mine and he started leaving wet kisses from my mouth to my neck as I moaned. I arched my back as his lips made contact with my naked skin.“Shh,” He bit my earlobe, “It’s an office.”“I know…” I breathed out as he continued to kiss me all the way down to my cleavage and then remove my bra.I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes. He sucked on my nippl
Achilles’ Point of View:I walked inside Isabelle’s ward after I got a text that Carlos wouldn’t be able to make it. She was still awake—she had stopped falling asleep so much and has been generally better. Although that did mean that the chances of her memory returning were dimming every second. I didn't know if it was good or bad, to be honest. I obviously was happy that she was getting better because that meant she was genuinely happier and doesn't hate me at all, but that also kept me in this dull ocean of guilt that I was getting away with hurting her without a proper punishment or even any consequences at all.I put up a smile and walked inside. Her eyes shifted toward me as she sat up. “Hey.”“Hey.”She looked at me—from my eyes down to my body and her eyes stopped at my chest. I felt anxious as if she could see through it, so I looked down and my eyes widened at the small burnt part of my shirt. It might have happened because I put it down immediately after taking the flames a
Achilles’ Point of View:“You hurt yourself?” Her voice quivered as she uttered the words looking in my eyes.Those words from her made me shiver back in response and my heart rate elevated. No, she can not know, right? I can’t let her know about this. She had no proof anyway.“What?” I asked back and chuckled. “You hit your head?”“I might be bad at remembering stuff but I’m not stupid, Achilles,” She took a step toward me.“So just because I have a lighter laying around at my place, I hurt myself?” I laughed again. “That’s the circumstantial evidence that even a local court won’t accept.”“Then I might be lucky it’s not a court,” She came over to me. “Tell me the truth, please.”“I already did,” I exhaled. “That’s bullshit.”“Really? So let me state the very obvious reasons I am reaching this conclusion and if you can contradict them then I’ll believe you.”“Okay.”Obviously, it was gonna be easy. Even though I don’t particularly enjoy her being ill, she wouldn’t be able to put toge
Achilles’ Point of View:“I hope you count me as a good enough friend to share. I’m here, for you, Achilles. And I know you said no, but… I love you.” Isabelle said with sincere eyes as she looked at me.I looked back at her, taken aback by her sudden confession. It took a long moment for me to muster up a reply that wouldn’t complicate things further.“Isabe—”“No, shh,” She stopped me from saying anything as she picked up the cream and started applying it slowly and delicately. “Don’t say it.”“Uh…” I exhaled.“I know you do
Carlos’ Point of View:“Mr. Diaz? The boss is here.” My assistant said from the other side of the locked door.I gasped and looked over at Jo, as she pulled back, her eyes widened. She hurriedly rushed to pick up her dress as I put on my clothes too—all within a few seconds, returning some of the stuff that fell earlier, back to the table and taking our positions. We both shared a glance, took a breath and I nodded.“C-come in,” I said and coughed as Jenny walked in.“Hello, Mr. Diaz. The boss wants to see you in his office.” She looked at me with a small smile.I nodded. She looked over at Jo, who had a troubled expression on her face. “I see you’ve already met Ms. Josephine.”“Ah, yes,” I replied with a smile. “Quite a pleasur
Achilles’ Point of View:I went back to my apartment as I made an anonymous tip to the police that somehow the rich billionaire had died. It was already over two hours, and Isabelle was probably waiting for me, so I didn’t want to waste any more time trying to clear up the mess at the mansion. My people had already managed the security tapes and the fingerprints.As soon as I reached my place and went inside, Isabelle ran up to me and hugged me. “Achilles.”“Hey,” I smiled at her. “Everything’s gonna be fine now.”She was confused at my words. I didn’t really know how she would react to this. I mean, she knew I was no saint and I had killed hundreds while working as a mafia leader, but right now I had murdered my own father and without any Mafia influence.But I couldn’t hide it. No more secrets. I had to tell her if I wanted her to trust me.“I killed my father.” Those words rolled out of my tongue, leaving her stunned.Her eyes widened. “What?”“Yes.”She took a few minutes as she st
Achilles’ Point of View:“She didn’t cheat on you, Achilles!” Lucy shouted and my eyes snapped in her direction.“What are you saying?” I asked, my mind fogged by the words she was speaking. I didn’t want to talk about her, or the topic she was speaking on—let alone made me question the reality.“She told me. She told me that Mr. Roman had forced her to say that to you. And I know that I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but I couldn’t bear to know the truth and still go home to my husband while you didn’t get to go home to your wife. She told me that she had to do it because your father said that if she didn’t, he’d kill you.” She said in one breath as she looked at me.
Isabelle’s Point of View:I looked up and found Lucy standing. She gave me a hand, and helped me stand up. I slowly managed to stand on my feet, still lunging forward like a junkie.“Who—who was the highest bidder? Do you know?” I asked as I was dying to know who I was supposed to be a slave for.She smiled. “No one told me who it was, but whoever it was gave the highest money to the main mafia bank and set you free.”“What?” I thought she was kidding.“Yes,” She smiled again, this time wider. “There was an anonymous message on the table just after the bidding. It was to me, and it said that I should let you know that the highest bidder had
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
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:“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: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
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
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