[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]Giovanni simply did not know when to stop, and when I anticipated him to leave me alone, he did the opposite, possibly to annoy me, by walking into my room the next morning, grabbing me by the wrist, and hauling me out of my bedroom.I went with him ungrudgingly, feeling too drained from last night's barney to start a new one. I said nothing as we entered the dining area.He finally released his grip on my wrist and motioned for a chair while giving me a look that implied I must sit down. I sighed, took a seat, and maintained an expression of indifference toward the table. He went to the chair across from me and clapped his hands twice, and two maids rushed over with two trays of food, placing them on the table in front of me. I gave the food a chary look before lifting my head and raising an eyebrow at Giovanni. “What is the meaning of this?” In a snide tone, I inquired. “You reportedly skipped breakfast this morning and last night's dinner, according to th
(ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW)Antipsychotic drugs—I remember the first time I started taking them. It was a year after I was aborted by Sandrino when he realized perhaps the blood he smelled on me wasn't as normal as he thought. I started taking these pills at 16.They kept the voice at bay; they suppressed the unyielding desire for chaos; they were the only thing that made me human and not want the entire world to bleed, but what if I threw them out?I stepped into the bathroom, heading to the toilet with a bottle of newly supplied pills. My eyes flitted back and forth between the pills and the toilet as I stood in front of it.Human? What was the point of trying to feel human when I wasn't? Perhaps I was supposed to be insane, to be mentally ill. Maybe if I had not been trying so hard to be something I wasn't, I could have avoided the emotions, but regret was one thing I did not do. I never look back on my decisions. But what if I did not need these pills to function as a human being?I re
[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]I noticed the restaurant I was in was getting less and less crowded as I looked around. When I turned on my phone, I discovered that the person I was expecting was 10 minutes late. I tsked and grabbed my soda off the table before sipping it. However, I noticed the door opening, and there stood the person I had been waiting for.She looked different.She wore a white dress shirt under a denim vest, black tights, brown ankle-length boots, and glasses. She smiled and waved as she walked up to me, her brown hair bouncing on her shoulders and her hips confidently moving from side to side. She didn't have or show that when she was in the mansion, or it was as she claimed, I never knew her.She came over to the table I was sitting at and took the empty chair in front of me. "I am sorry for keeping you waiting; I got caught up in something." She removed her glasses, revealing dark bags beneath her eyes. "Wow, Anastasia, you looked tired," I observed, and she nodded.
(KHIONE'S POINT OF VIEW)I sighed as the driver pulled up in front of Mezzesalmas' mansion. I locked my gaze on the driver through the glass. "Giovanni can never know I never went to the hospital; do you understand?"Once he nodded, I stepped out of the car and went in through the front door. I noticed the house was empty of the Mezzelsalmas as I stepped into the elevator, which took me to Giovanni's floor since that was where my new room was.Once the elevator opened with a beep, I stepped out and waltzed towards my door without glancing at Giovanni's room; however, I retreated and stood at the front of his door instead. Was he inside? I needed to make certain that he had no idea I had not gone to the hospital as I had told him this morning. With a nod to myself, I grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open. "Giova-"I paused at the call of his name at the scene I walked into. I froze at the door as Giovanni and whoever was under him swerved towards me."What the fuck, Khione!"
[ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW] "I hope one day you do not come to regret your words today and realize he is the only one you can ever trust and run back to, and by the time you realize that, it’s already too late." Each time I heard the words in my head, they became resounding and more belligerent, and I began to feel my head pound. I stepped into the house I’d been living in for the past few weeks. I called it a house because it had never felt like a home since the moment I tread in; it had never felt right to call it a home despite the fact that everyone treated me pleasantly and I was revered as the Boss's daughter. Maybe I was not used to it yet, or maybe my heart had already found a home that I had destroyed, so no place felt like home anymore. Heck, I didn't even find space at night. I shook my head to clear my mind. It was not worth thinking about. I’d gotten what I always wanted; the past just had to be forgotten and focus on the present, which was here, in Grayson’s mansion,
(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)Standing out on the pavement of the street was sharp as the evening puff was wintry against my skin. I tried not to grind my hands together as I waited and eventually, the man I waited for came to view, heading towards me and I couldn't help but sigh in relief since I was going to leave the cold."Good evening, Miss Anastasia." He greeted."Do you have it?" I explored right away and he nodded, opening his coat and taking out a file. I reached out to grab it but he held it out of my reach. I glowered at him."Calm there baby tiger. Payment first, that's what we agreed on."Rolling my eyes, I snatched the file from him and instantly loot my eyes through it. I disregarded the bold DNA heading at the top of the paper and resumed my search till I found it.Negative; nothing matched and the chances were zero to none.My hand clutched tightly around the file and I hoisted my head up back at the man. "Are you sure these tests are correct?"He rolled his eyes. "Of c
[ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW]I sat there tied to a chair as George walked around a table piled high with various-sized blades. He flashed me a grin and reached for a large knife from the table, tracing his finger along the edge while keeping his eyes fixed on mine. I gave him the same vaporous look in return.While he moved around his table, looking for the perfect blade to pile off my flesh and trying to look like the devil when he wasn't close enough, my mind worked on different ways to get out of my bounds and possibly have my fingers around his neck and strangle him to an early demise.He set that blade down and picked up a smaller one before walking over to me and leaning his face closer to mine. I resisted the urge to spit on it.His grin grew as he delicately ran the knife's pointed edge down my cheek, delicately to not create a cut yet. "You have such a beautiful face right here; it would be a shame to see it destroyed." At his words, I felt a sharp cut on my jaw. I restrained
[ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW]Two hours flew by as I counted every minute that dragged by so sluggishly.It was agonizing, but it was worth it, and as the clock struck zero, I was cutting the binds around my wrist, and once my hands were free, I slid the blade through the ropes on my legs and hopped to my feet.I went to the table, dropped the small blade, and carried a larger one, smirking as I moved towards the door.As I walked down the hall, there were no guards in sight—not even a single soul. Sorry to burst Max's bubble, but despite how well he cleared my path and organized my escape, I could have gotten out of there without his assistance. I was not the type to go down without a fight. I would rather die fighting than die peacefully. I went further and further until I was climbing the stairs that led to George's room. When I arrived, I did not hesitate to push the door open and trudge into a room with very little lighting. My gaze was drawn to the bed where Geroge lay, his arms