Rayne's POV“Ma'am,” A voice called me. “Rayne, wake up. Get up.” I heard Nathan's voice faintly call to me. My eyes twitched as I slowly opened them. I groaned as the pain shot through my head. “Ugh, Good lord!” I groaned. There was no one. I had imagined Nathan was there. My vision was blurry, and it adjusted after a few seconds. I could see more clearly now as I realized I was stuck in the seat. I groaned as I slowly lifted my hand to unbuckle the seatbelt. I slowly crawled from the car as I lay on the side of the road. My head spun, and my body ached. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my body, making me gasp. My sides felt like they were hit with a log of wood. I slowly crawled, and a little strength crept into me as I tried to sit up again. I searched around with my eyes. The car had smoke coming from it. It was in ruins. My heart pounded fast as I couldn't find Elvis. When I was about to lose hope, my eyes caught his figure lying a few feet away. His body wa
Rayne's POVThe tears welled up in my eyes as I continued running. I heard them struggle, and a blast stopped me in my tracks. “Oh no,” I murmured as I turned to look from a distance. Elvis was on his knees, and the leader was pointing a gun at him.I couldn't run as I knew Elvis' life was on the line. I didn't care what promise he made to my father, but I wasn't going to watch him die. “Kill him,” I heard the leader say, and my whole body grew tense. “Wait!” I shouted as I began to run back towards Elvis. Elvis turned around, his eyes rested in defeat. He thought I would take the chance to escape. “No, ma’am. Why did you come back?!” His voice reeked of pain. “Let him go. It's me you want,” I commanded, but the men laughed. “Well, if it's not the little princess. You should have listened to him and not play the hero.” The man said as his face contoured into an evil smile. “The orders were to bring her. Finish him. He's of no use to us.”“No,” I begged as I covered Elvis with m
Rayne's POV“Lady, this isn't a hospital. It's an animal clinic. You can't bring him in here,” he said as he rushed over and knelt beside Elvis, quickly checking his wound. “We don't know where we are or how to get there,” I answered, hoping he wouldn't chase us out. “We need to get him to a hospital. I need…” he began, but I held his hand, and my eyes begged him to listen to me. “Please, doctor. He might not make it. Whoever after us would get to us before we got to the hospital. Please help me save him. Please.” I begged. The doctor looked at me, and back at Elvis, and back at my teary face. “Okay, lock the door. Turn off the front lights. We can't have anyone coming in,” he said, and I nodded. I did everything he asked me to. I turned the front lights off, locked the door, and shut the windows. I pulled the curtain, making sure I didn't make room for any mistakes. I helped the doctor lift Elvis on a stretcher and then to the bed. Elvis' skin looked pale as I stood frozen in th
Rayne's POV“Geez, I haven't called Nathan. He must be worried sick and be looking for me. Dad must be having a hard time. I can’t believe I forgot about my family and my baby.” I thought.“Uhm, Alex. Do you mind if I ask for one more favor?” I asked, pleading with my eyes. “Sure, do you need to make a phone call?” He asked as soon as he nodded. “How did you know?” I asked, surprised. “Just a sixth sense. Here, Go ahead,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Yeah, thank you,” I replied, taking the phone. I dialed Nathan’s number, and my anxiety grew as his line rang. I rang for a few more seconds, and Nathan picked up. I felt so much relief. “Nathan, baby. It's me, Rayne,” I said, my voice shaking slightly with excitement. “Rayne, sweetie. Thank God you're okay. We found your phone. I hope you're safe. Where are you?” Nathan asked, his voice loud over the phone.“Uhm, I am safe. We were ambushed. Elvis saved me. He was shot. The bullet’s out, but he's unconscious now. I am at a ve
Rayne's POVDad led me to the three-seat sofa in the parlor, and Nathan followed behind, stopping a few steps from the door.Dad looked at me with concern, and I could see he had stressed himself with worry. I felt guilty for putting him through all this.“Rayne, darling. Please, don't scare me like that again,” Dad spoke with a cracky voice.I hugged him back, feeling his warmth of love. He let me go to stare at me again. “I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to scare you. I wasn't careful, and I almost didn't listen to Elvis when he stopped me from going to the coffee shop alone.” I said.“Oh no, darling. It was never your fault.
Rayne's POV“Sweet Lord, what is that pounding sound?” I murmured as I placed my hand on my forehead. My head hurts. It felt like I was spinning in a circle. I rubbed my eyes and woke up in a daze.“What the hell…” I said, looking confused as I found myself in an office. It was pretty different from mine. The office was large and decorated with exquisite mini statues and classic curtains. Everything was in gray and black, giving it a mature color yet eerie vibe.The room was silent, and the only sound I could hear was my ragged breathing. “What was happening to me? I was in Nathan's arms a few seconds ago. Was I dreaming? But it didn't seem like one. It felt real.” My thoughts raced in my head.
Nathan's POVThe fast sound of the opened door stirred me in my sleep as I slowly opened my eyes. I almost screamed when a pair of bright green eyes greeted me. “Dad! Dad! Wake up!” Leo said with so much energy. “What was he? Five?” I thought. Leo was filled with energy. His messy brown hair stuck out in every direction. I groaned and rubbed my sleepy eyes. If I was sleepy a few seconds ago, it was gone as Leo kept pulling the sheets off my body. “Rayne, talk to your son. He's a problem,” I spoke with a deep morning voice. Rayne giggled and held Leo still in a warm hug.“Leo, buddy, what's the big idea?” I tried to sound tough, but I failed miserably. Leo glanced at me and smiled, then back at Rayne. The boy had the nerve. He was lucky he had his mother backing him every time.“I wanted to show you something! Mom, look at this,” Leo exclaimed, shaking like an excited five-year-old who received his favorite candy. The sound of flapping paper and light reflection on it pulled my a
Nathan's POVThe dining room was empty except for me. I had some work to do, and going to the office was not one of them. I made sure to convince Rayne and Leo to stay at home. My mind was ticking with different thoughts until Rayne walked in. “Is anything on your mind?” Rayne asked calmly. “I'll be honest. I have quite a lot,” I answered. “Is it because of Christina?” She asked again. “I know you're wary of her, but I can assure you, she's clean. I do trust your judgment, love.”“How long do you want to stay in my head?” I asked, chuckling. She laughed, “I don't need to. You're not so hard to read anymore.”“Really?” I asked, my head creating more scenarios and ideas. Then, I remembered Rayne's phone. I could use that to my advantage. I was paranoid, and my instincts told me I was ignoring something. Jack walked in at that moment, handing some files to me. “Here are the details of Ruffalo's project. The other documents have been sent to your email, sir.”“Good,” I said, browsing
Nathan's POVMy heart raced wildly as I ran up the stairs with Jack and Alex behind me. We reached the rooftop, and my heart sank as my worst fears were confirmed. A lady lay unconscious on the floor and I walked slowly to the body scared it was Rayne but it was Pamela. I felt bad but hoped she was still alive. I looked up to see a masked figure dressed in a black suit pointing a gun at someone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Rayne shivering with fear at the gun pointed at her. “Hey, let her go!” I shouted, finally getting the attention of the masked person. The figure looked at me and back at Rayne and slowly removed its mask revealing a long hair flying with the wind. It was Zia. She had a wicked grin and spoke with a sinister tone. “Oh, my darling. You're just in time to witness the end of…this bitch.”I walked cautiously to her so as not to make her shoot. “How did you get in here?” I asked.Zia chuckled and answered calmly. “You're not the only one with spies, Nathan. I've
Rayne's POVI pulled up to Rayne's house, my second home. Nathan and I were getting off on the good side. He was never that bad if I was being honest. I was just jealous. It was now a habit to spend the weekend with my biological family. Many times Dad had asked me to come stay with them but I couldn't abandon my adoptive parents and he understood.I planned on taking Rayne on a sibling date. I was going to live up to my big brother's expectations since we both missed growing up in each other's lives. Her kids were my kids and I couldn't have enough of them. I had a little chat with our father while Rayne dressed upstairs in her room. When she came down dressed in a lovely casual top and jeans with a baseball cap, I cheered because we had unknowingly worn the same thing.Janet crawled up to me, and she lifted her body making an attempt to stand but her feet wobbled and she fell but I caught her in time. She giggled and raised her hands up for me to carry her. Nathan came by and after
Zia’s POVI didn't say much and let Lucinda do her stuff. She presented the paperwork from the court to the head officer and I was free to go. Nothing felt better than leaving the mental hospital. It was a breath of fresh air. I had all sorts of emotions come to me. It was a mix of relief, anxiety, and uncertainty. Lucinda let me into her car and flashed me a sly smile. “Get in,” she said with an up tone. “We can catch on what we have missed on the way. I want to know everything.” I scoffed and entered the vehicle. “You wish, old witch as if I would ever tell her anything. Like I would ever tell you anything. You deserve nothing but total hatred from me,” I thought, faking a smile at her. She drove as I sat in the car and the image of the mental hospital gates getting distant made me want to fly to the moon. I didn't trust her so I let the questions fly around to be sure. “How did you know I was locked up in an asylum?” I asked, my eyes fixed on her body movements to detect if sh
Zia’s POVMy body grew numb as I lay in the cold room. My mind became foggy as I Lost my sense of time. I hoped Sarah was able to make it far away. She could always find a way to help me but how she would go about it bothered me. My teeth chattered uncontrollably and I couldn't feel my fingers or toes. White smokey gas came out of my nose and mouth anytime I breathed out in my vain effort to warm myself. I clutched down to the side of the room, with my hands folded across my knee.I was about to give up and pray for death so I could end it all, but the door creaked open and a worker stepped in. I raised my head and he looked at me with disgust. There was no hint of flinch of pity in his eyes. “Well, well, well. Look at what we have here,” he said, mocking my situation. “If it isn't the little troublemaker? How do you feel? Do you want to escape or perhaps you want to create another show?”I shivered and tried to maintain eye contact. Every time I tried to speak, my mouth felt dry and
Zia’s POVSarah and I exchanged looks and began laughing. When we were tired of laughing, we started working. I began brushing the dust and dirt away while Sarah mopped the room. We worked for nearly two hours and the room was almost completely clean. I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. We rested a bit as we finished the work. Sarah lay beside me panting. I whispered to her. “What do you say about getting the hell out of here?”“You don't mean..?” Sarah whispered back, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “Yeah, leave her for good,” I answered. “How are we supposed to do that? The hospital thinks we are crazy and it would take a long time to convince them that we are sane enough to be discharged, we came here because of a crime,” Sarah replied. “I wasn't talking about convincing anymore. And for all I know, I am pretty sure they can tell we aren't crazy. We have to escape,” I said confidently.Sarah shivered and sat up immediately to think. “That would be
Zia’s POVI stood from my seat and approached her slowly with caution. The ranting and noisy chatter from the other patients didn't stop me. I got to her table and carefully sat on the opposite seat so as not to aggravate her in case I was wrong. “Hi,” I said, smiling. I looked around to make sure none of the nurses, doctors or any officials were watching. “I'm Zia,” I said, giving her my hand for a polite handshake. She looked at me with a hint of curiosity then at my free hand and she slowly let out her hand and shook mine. “Hey, I'm Sarah and I am not crazy.” She said calmly but in a happy voice. “Glad to see someone else has their head right. I was worried you would…” I said, but was unable to finish the words, afraid it would come off as offensive to her. “Koo Koo. Nuts missing and screws flying. Nah, I'm fine. I just act along sometimes so I get to be left alone and not poked with annoying needles all the time,” she explained. She was a chatty one and I liked that. I needed
Zia’s POVThe prison room was cold as I was alone in my room. I glanced at the toilet from my small bed. The bed was only large enough to carry only me. I felt devastated, angry at Rayne but pity for myself. How did I move from the queen of the business world to this? And Elliot? That bastard had betrayed me. I had betrayed him first but it still didn't give him the right to leave me like this.I had spent a month in this disgusting cell, the prison room was neat and I was lucky for someone to pay for me to stay alone after a week of torture and bruising from the other prison mates. I had begged the warden for a phone call to call my Dad, Rayne's father but he didn't respond to any of my calls. Maybe, it was Dad but I was moved to the upper-class prison cells where I could stay alone and not have to worry about fighting for where to sleep with five roommates for the night or being woken up with kicks. The inmates were cruel and I was subjected to slavery. I began to feel how my maid
Make UpRayne's POV“Hello, sister,” Alex spoke softly as our eyes locked onto each other. “Excuse me? What did you just call me?” I asked puzzled. Did he just call me his sister? What was going on here? At that moment, the world stood still. Alex's words hung in the air as I stood frozen.“Sister. You're my sister.” Alex spoke softly. I stepped backward looking him up and down as if he was drunk. “Alex, I think you have the wrong person. Did you hear your head?” I asked with worry etched on my face. Alex walked forward, his hands outstretched to me trying to pacify me. “Rayne, I know this might come off somewhat crazy but I'm your brother. Your twin brother.”“Yo…your twin? What the heck? How's this even possible? I…I should have known. Dad should have known,” I stuttered.Alex hesitated then moved slowly to me unsure of how to proceed. “I…I just found out. It's been a few days. Nathan told me. He brought the test and..”“Nathan told you. Test results?” I asked startled. I eyed h
Rayne's POV“Nathan, Zia's out of prison. She got an appeal and somehow proved her insanity," I complained.“I know. I found out this morning. But that doesn't seem to be the only thing on your mind. What is it?” Nathan said, pulling back as his eyes locked onto mine. I took a deep breath and let it out. “I got a text just after I saw the news. It said the first strike. It was an unknown number and it called me but I was too frightened to pick up. First, Zia gets out and I know she's not smart to do this plus she is at the hospital.” “You think it's Lucinda?” Nathan asked calmly. “I don't know who to blame right now. Have you checked the CCTV footage?” I asked, hoping to find some answers. Nathan answered just immediately as if he was expecting me to ask the questions. “My men are working on it now.” Jack walked in at that moment. “We could find any suspicious activity or persons on the camera. The main circuit seemed to have been tampered with. I am guessing the footage was dele