Isabella’s Point of View:We were just sitting in silence when Achilles looked over at me. “What?” I asked with a playful tone.“What’s up with Carlos?” He asked, his expressions curious.“What do you mean?” I pretended to be oblivious as I stole my gaze away from him. I didn’t think it was the best idea for him to know about everything that we talked about.“I don’t know. You two didn’t speak at all and he seemed kinda off about you.”“Nah, just…” I looked at him and exhaled. “Just the stress, I think.”He nodded, almost buying it. “Okay.”I heard Carlos come in just after that conversation and I looked up at him. He walked over to check on him and then looked at me.I needed to talk to him because he made any more sly remarks and Achilles finally caught up and joined the dots together.“Carlos, can I talk to you outside?” I mustered up the courage and looked at him.He gave me a look filled with contempt but nodded.After sharing a small smile with Achilles, I walked outside with him
Isabella’s Point of View:After the conversation with Carlos, I returned to Achilles’ ward with him. He looked at the two of us. “What did you two talk about?” He asked, playfully.“Uh…” I stuttered, “Just normal stuff.”“Okay,” He seemed convinced as he replied, and exhaled. “Carlos, have you checked in with my assistant in two days?”“Um, no–uh, sorry, I forgot.”“Oh that’s alright. Just call her once if you get time. I just wanna know if everything is in order at the company.”He nodded.“Well, Bella,” Ace said as he looked at me, a smile appearing on his perfect lips. “How’s uh, how’s everything with you? You know, with—kind of coming back after a month.”“I’ve been trying to catch up,” I smiled back. “But yeah, I’m fine.”He nodded slowly. “You didn’t miss much, that’s for sure.”“Yeah?” I asked with confusion.“Yeah.” He replied. “Why? What’s wrong?”“My mom… she, uh, she came by, right?” I whispered, not sure if that was true or not.Achilles looked at Carlos and then back at m
Achilles’ Point of View:I was sitting up, wondering what was going on when Isabelle came in, almost in a rush. She looked stressed and almost scared.“Everything okay?” I asked and she shook her head in a no. Before saying anything else, I looked over at Carlos who followed inside and stood at a distance, his face curled up in a distaste.“No,” She whispered and my attention shifted to her again. “Achilles, I need to tell you something.”“Why should you be the one to tell him?” Carlos jumped in before I could say anything. “So you can twist the story the way you want it?” His words were unfamiliarly cold and the way he said it made him sound dark.She scoffed. “No, go ahead. I’ve done nothing wrong to you.”“I didn’t say that you did,” He replied and looked at me. “But I’m sure everyone is aware of all the ones you did do wrong to.”“And he—”“Stop it, both of you!” I interrupted Isabella who was about to say something because Carlos was also about to cut her off and improvise. “What
Achilles’ Point of View:“So what was so fucking wrong in your life that you go around trying to kill my girlfriend?” As the words left my mouth, I heard Carlos chuckle.“It’s crazy, you know…” He took a step toward me. “Suddenly I’m the villain, even when she didn’t want to make me one. Crazy coincidence wouldn’t you say?”“You can’t be the villain if you don’t do the wrong things, Carlos,” I said with the same dominance in his voice, and took a step toward him too. “Now answer the question.”The fact that he had the guts to bring a gun to a hospital and probably threatened her, was beyond the capabilities I had associated with him. That was definitely enough to raise concerns for him. That also earned several points for Isabelle in my mind. The way she had been so careful to present her points to make sure she doesn’t say anything wrong.“So what? I’m supposed to watch her ruin your life as if she hadn’t done that already? How can you even let her back in your life?” He seemed conce
Achilles’ Point of View:“What?” I mouthed to Carlos, but made sure to not say anything. He was already back? I literally just finished dealing with one issues, and I was already burdened by another.He exhaled and replied: “Okay, I’ll let him know.”“Thank you. Have a nice day, Mr. Diaz.” She responded.He hung up the phone and looked at me. “God, he managed it sooner than I had expected.”Carlos knew my father enough, but not too well. My father had a lot of secrets, so even if someone thought they had him figured out, they were just looking at the tip of the iceberg. There was a whole lot left to know about him, and I was confident there were truths about him I didn’t know—nonetheless, now he was my enemy and it was official.“No, well, for me, he stayed there way more than he should have,” I admitted after thinking about it for a small moment and let a heavy breath leave my mouth. “It’s no secret he has endless power and money, so I’m surprised it took him this long in the first p
Achilles’ Point of View:After the conversation with my father, I left the place in a hurry and sat inside another cab. I decided to go to Carlos since I really didn’t have a place to stay at the moment—and I could’ve burdened Isabella, but I realised it was too quick for me to ask her to let me stay at her place. Obviously, I figured that she’d be happy if I asked, but it would probably affect our relationship in a negative sense.On the other hand, I knew Carlos would be more than happy to let me stay if he could—and that it’d probably be better after the little outburst at the hospital.I paid the cab fare from my cash and then rang the doorbell to Carlos’ place. To my surprise, a woman opened the door, as confused as me as she checked me out.“Uh… Carlos here?” I asked her, interrupting her.“You are Achilles, right? I’ve seen you a couple of times on the news!” She said with a smile.I nodded. “You’re…?”“Josephine!” She put up a pleasant expression. “Carlos might’ve mentioned me
Achilles’ Point of View:Sitting alone in Carlos and Josephine's living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. The documents in my hand revealed a truth that hit me like a ton of bricks. My emotions were all over the place—shock, anger, and hurt mingled together in a confusing mix. Carlos, my closest friend, had been diagnosed with cancer months ago, and he hadn't shared a single word about it with any of us.I clenched my fists, struggling to wrap my head around it. How could he keep something so significant hidden from me? Carlos and I had always been there for each other, sharing our highs and lows. And now I found out that he had been carrying this heavy burden in silence.My heart raced as a surge of anger mixed with hurt washed over me. The memories of our time together replayed in my mind—the laughter, the camaraderie. It felt like a betrayal that he had chosen not to confide in me about something this important.I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. I couldn’t
Achilles’ Point of View:I rushed to Carlos's side as he collapsed to the ground, his screams of pain echoing in the room. Panic surged through me as I knelt beside him, unsure of what to do. My mind raced, trying to process the sudden turn of events. What was happening to him? I had never seen him in so much pain before. It felt like his life was getting sucked out of him as he couldn’t even keep his eyes open or respond."Carlos, what's wrong?" I asked urgently, my voice laced with worry.He clutched his head, trying to push the pain out of it. "It's… it's the pain," he managed to gasp between labored breaths."Should I call an ambulance?" I asked, my heart pounding. I needed to get him help, and fast."No," he choked out. "It's... it's the cancer. Sometimes the pain... it's unbearable."My heart sank as I heard his words. His words meant that he had felt that kind of pain before, all alone and never told anyone. As much as it hurt me, I needed to focus on him right now. I felt helpl
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