Tristan Time skipped to a Week laterI can't stay, I can't break any of them but she won't let me go."I can't stay." I muttered to her, I doubt she could barely understand me, her sleepy eyes were half closed and her grip on me tightened."Please stay." She pouted I could not say no, I'm the reason she was locked in the basement."Only for some time, when you are asleep I'm gone." She nods in agreement as I got on her bed. Gently, she let's go of my hand her eyes became heavy and tired."Goodnight," she yawned, her eyes dimmed shut. I waited for some time until she was in a deep sleep, placing pillows as a barrier between both of us.Willow is a restless sleeper, continuously turning and twisting until she broke down the barricade of pillows between us. I scooted a little away from her, but she found her way back to me, her leg brushing against mine. Quietly, I got up, successfully lifted her leg, and moved it away from mine.I yawned, feeling tired. It's almost 11, and I've been try
WILLOWMy head was buried in my pillow, drooling, when I sniffed a familiar scent. My eyes sluggishly opened, and I tried to make out where I was. I had one of those Tristan dreams, but this time, he carried me in bridal style from that dark room to my room. I childishly pouted for him to stay, and I chuckled quietly to myself, realizing it was all just a dream.That was never going to happen.I redrew my head from my pillow, and rubbed my eyes I noticed a pair of arms encircled round my hips.I opened my eyes to see Tristan sound asleep as he breathe pushing my Bangs slightly, it wasn't a dream, I can't believe I did that, I broke a rule he's gonna kill me.I tried to escape his grasp, but somehow, his arms were locked tight around me like unyielding chains. His eyes sluggishly opened, and he yawned, the transition from half-consciousness to full awareness evident in the gradual widening of his gaze.I'm so dead"Good, you're awake," he said calmly, not the reaction I expected. Perhap
WILLOW'S POV"What do you want, Willow, a kiss or a hickey?" The shift in his demeanor left me bewildered – moments ago, he was stern and forbidding, and now, he stood before me, tempting me to choose between breaking rules. My heart raced in anticipation of the forbidden decision ahead.Caught in the intensity of the moment, his body pressing against mine, I hesitated, uncertain of what to do next. His slow breath mingled with mine, creating a charged atmosphere, and I found myself paralyzed against the wall, torn between the rules and the tempting unknown.Both our palms were sweaty, I understand why mine were but for Tristan I'm confused as he leans in closer.As his lips drew near, I braced myself for my first kiss. Unsure of the technique, I decided to follow the lead, hoping to mimic the romantic scenes from TV. The anticipation and nervousness pulsed through me, creating a mix of excitement and anxiety."Tristan. " Hailey barged in kicking down the door, she spots us both in our
WILLOW'S POVHailey did most of the shopping, carefully selecting the best quality yet affordable clothing in each store at the mall. She emphasized, "Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I won't buy it because it's cheap." Surprisingly, we managed to spend not more than a hundred dollars.Returning before the deadline, Hailey suggested we try out the gowns she selected. Her fashion sense was exceptional. She opted for a black short gown, sleeveless, highlighting her flat abdomen and accentuating the curves of her tiny waist. She completed the look with matching black heels and a neatly tied bun."How do I look...??" She asked"Beautiful, I wish a dress would fit me perfectly like yours.." I unsuccessfully tried out ten dresses so far and they look horrible on me."Don't worry the goddess of fashion is here." She rummaged through the dress as she picked one, a red gown handing it over to me."I bought this especially for you. Go try it on and hide in the kitchen. Let me go get Tristan .
WILLOW'S POVThree rules broken in one night, Tristan kisses me roughly, nibbling on my lower lip and sucking on the upper lobe of my lip. His tongue brushes my lips, trying to force its way into my mouth. I let out a whimper; his eyes are shut, while mine, on the other hand, are wide open.The kiss took me off guard, leaving me with little time to react. I attempted to push him away, but he forced his body against mine, overpowering me. A sense of weakness swept over me, and as he slowly softened the kiss, every moment felt like an exploration of my mouth in ways I could never have imagined. His lips transformed from rough to tender, and he gently loosened his grip on my upper arm. What began as a forceful kiss evolved into something passionate.As he delicately brushed my lips with his tongue, his hands traced down my waistline, pulling me closer. I reciprocated, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him in. Our lips pressed softly against each other, and I tast
20 MINUTES EARLIERCADEN'S POV"Everyone, can I get your attention..." I tapped my glass gently as everyone took their glasses up, thinking I'm calling for a toast."Thank you, everyone, for coming to my engagement. It means a lot. I'm sorry to have wasted your money and your time for you to drive here, but the engagement is off..." Everyone gasped as Cora made her way to me."What are you saying, honey? Did you drink too much..." She chuckled frantically, dismissing my words like they didn't mean anything."I'm not drunk. I'm sorry, Cora , but I'm in love with someone else..." I told her. That wasn't the real reason, but using Willow indirectly as an excuse seemed to be to my advantage."And who is that?" she asked, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes."I can't tell you..." Everyone gasped, not expecting this to happen."Well, you better change your mind because all these people came here to see us engaged..." She spat."That's why I apologized; you'll be heavily compensated. Yo
TRISTAN'S POVThe podium crashes down, trapping me, and the fire's relentless advance shrouds everything in thick, black smoke. I struggle to see through the darkness, and with each breath, the harsh smoke tightens its grip on my lungs, leaving my throat parched and cutting off precious oxygen.Violent coughs rack my body as the fire rages, devouring everything in its path. My desperate gaze darts towards the elevator, but hesitation creeps in – a risky move, the fire might have invaded its metal confines. I contemplate the stairs; the carpet beneath me already melts, a precursor to the scorching danger ahead. Without a second thought, I sprint through the small, confining space, but disaster strikes as the rail breaks, burning and collapsing in the stairwell's heart. The heat intensifies, trapped in the confined space, amplifying my violent coughs. In a frantic moment, I shed my outer jacket, smothering the flicker of fire as I press onward, determined, up the stairs.In the midst of
TRISTAN'S POVAscending the stairs with urgency, my steps echoed, almost reaching the first floor. In the fiery blur, a fleeting figure descended; my heart raced, hoping for Willow. My disappointment deepened as Caden emerged. Descending to the inferno below, our eyes locked in a silent exchange amid the scorching flames, halting us both in an eerie standoff."Turn back, you're going to die," he grinned, a smug expression etched on his face. I pondered if that arrogance would wither away if he found himself engulfed in the flames he so callously dismissed."Move out of my way!" I shouted, determined to push forward, ignoring his taunts."Why should I? She's just an object," he hinted, referring to Willow. He knew she was up there but showed no inclination to help or persuade her to retreat. The tension heightened in the stairwell as our clash of wills unfolded."Everyone's just an object to you, isn't it? Easily discarded if deemed useless. Why call off the engagement while I was still
Willow's POVAfter I got my shift off, behold, I saw Hailey . She rocked black ripped jeans and an imprinted denim crop top. I wouldn't believe her if they said she recently gave birth; talk of she put to birth early, and guess what? Twins! I'm so happy for her and Tristan, and recently they got married. I swear Jaxon has his hands full with a boy and a girl; the boy's name is Allister, and the girl's name is Willow."I thought you were in London," I said as she pulled me into a hug."I'm on the run, and I missed you, and Jaxon wouldn't permit me, so I stole a jet and came here. So, how's the hospital?" she asked, clinging tightly to my arm and pulling me away from the hospital."Great! I'm getting full validation having over the hospital documents. You are free to call me Doctor Willow," I teased."After you go to med school," she said, ignoring my protests."Hey, I've not fully checked out yet," I cried, but she didn't listen."Jaxon is on the lookout for me, and I don't have much t
WILLOW'S POV"What if he doesn't like me?" Tina panicked, jolting back and escaping from my grip."He's my dad, and I'm sure he'll be happy to welcome you into his heart," I said as she looked into the community center for old people. It's been five months now, and she's nervous about meeting Dad.We've both had lots of time together to bond, and I'm sure she forgives me for the whole stealing her boyfriend thing, I think.My dad recently woke up from his coma, and Tristan permitted us both to see him. It didn't matter, though, because we were both going to go anyways."How do you know he will like me?" she said, clinging tightly to the frames of the door. Tina Mendoza, nervous? I think not."You've strutted the runway, eaten competition, and broken your competitors, and you're afraid of meeting your stepfather. Tina, he's heard so much about you and really wants to see you. Show him the real Tina Mendoza," I said as she let go of the frames and hugged me."It's Tina Shawn Davis to yo
WILLOW'S POVI'm in a wedding dress, and all eyes land on me. I feel very uneasy; they won't stop staring. Maybe it's because they are surprised to see a bride at an airport. Markus said we are getting married the moment we land in Croatia and start a new life away from troubles. As pleasant as all that sounds, I feel like I'm leaving a big part of me behind, like an other half, but every time I try to remember, nothing comes.It's my turn to pass through the metal detector. It scans for any metal but dings green. I prayed for it to ding red so that I might be held back, but it didn't. Markus took me by my hand, ushering me to the plane he booked. I can't believe it, and I don't know why I'm feeling miserable. The cloud is heavy, and it looks like it was about to rain. Maybe lightning will strike the plane because death is optional. Right now, I don't want to leave, but I'm afraid to tell Markus ; the way he reacted earlier scared me."Are you ready?" he said as our luggage was being
WILLOW'S POVThe nurse keeps asking me questions about who Tristan Donovan is. I don't even remember how I got here. I feel like I'm forgetting something, but did I just have an operation or plastic surgery that I don't remember anything? A doctor walked in with a cunning grin. I looked down. I'm wearing a wedding dress in a hospital. Something is definitely wrong because weddings and hospitals don't mix."Willow, you are alive. I thought those hitmen would finally get to you, but I made sure you wouldn't pass into the cold hands of death," he said, walking towards me. I feel like he's a bad omen or something."Who are you, and why am I in a wedding dress?" I asked."We were about to get married, but this man tried to kill you. He's already arm's length away from you, and to be safe, we need to leave the country," he said, showing me a picture of a man I think I remember but can't."Why?" I asked."I'm afraid you are not safe here. We will be departing from the hospital to the airpor
WILLOW'S POVBeing escorted by bodyguards, I slowly wiped my tears dry. I didn't like what I was about to do, but I had no choice. As I reached where Tristan was being held captive, I tapped gently, even though I didn't have to, before letting myself in.Tristan, pale and looking almost dead, brightened up. His eyes lit up in hope upon seeing me, as if he had been awaiting my arrival."What took you so long, and what's with the wedding dress?" he asked with a faint smile. His smile was so contagious that I looked down to the floor. It hurt so much coming here, it hurt so much seeing him in person, I felt soulless and inhumane to even be here to tell Tristan what Markus wanted me to say to him."I hate you." I started. It felt as if I got punched on my throat. "I don't love you anymore," my heart bled on mentioning that, it wasn't any better but I thought it might soften the blow."What exactly are you trying to say?" he asked."You're not deaf; you heard me. Like you said, you don't b
JAXON'S POV"Willow... Willow..." I yelled at the top of my voice over the phone, but I got no reply until I heard a scream, and eventually, the call hung up."What happened?" Sam asked, wearing a worried look, waiting for my reply."He got her..."WILLOW'S POVYawning, my eyes slightly opened to everything white. A sharp sensation hit my head as I tried bearing the migraines. I attempted to massage my temples, but my hand was pulled back; clearly, I was chained to a hospital bed. I looked around, seeing pedals on the floor. I struggled with my chains to break free, but they were solid metal. I felt a sharp sting at my arm. Why did it hurt so much? Oh right... I remembered that bastard shot me, and I bled so much. But how am I still alive? I think I lost a lot of blood.I looked down to see myself clad in a wedding gown. I could hear wedding bells playing, but how was that possible when I was chained to a hospital bed? There was a TV in the middle of the room."Help!" I yelled at the
JAXON'S POVI looked into the files with Tina's laptop, logging into my email to receive whatever Willow sent, but she cut the call. As we clicked on the file, it was called "Black File.""They look like normal computer programming to me," I said after minutes of searching, unsure of what Sam touched, logging us into another program."That's strange, these are all files of security tapes at the hospital where Caden got his surgery, but they look hidden," Tina said."And these look like contacts for the explosion of a plane to Ukraine," Sam added. "And these are contacts to the goons that chased us," she added as I got back into focus."That's not the only thing. Look at this, Willow is the rightful owner and heir to everything. This is Clara's original will, but in digital form because she left Valentina , which is Tina, some property," I said."It makes sense. That's why Clara wrote that secret message on the will. She was forced to write that fake will. Clara never willed Willow," S
91 "Mr. Donovan , you have a visitor," one of the cops yelled as they opened up the cell and cuffed me violently, escorting me to the visiting room. They pushed me into the room, instructing me to sit down on the chair while I wait for my visitor. I hope it's Willow. She hasn't picked up my calls, and I haven't heard from her. The only phone call I had, I used it to call her, but she didn't pick up. It's like she disappeared. The door opened, and my eyes lit up in hope but were crushed later on as Tina made her way in. I didn't spare her a look. All I wanted to see was Willow, but she's nowhere to be heard from. She grinned, sitting down on the chair opposite me, bringing out a plastic takeout and pushing it towards me as she gestured for me to eat, but I refused. "Come on, Tristan, eat up, please," she pleaded. I froze. I didn't want to eat anything. All I could think about was Willow. "Is Willow okay?" those were the only words that escaped my lips. She hissed at my reply, frow
WILLOW'S POV "But Willow, your mother knew she was going to die and she knew her killer. I'm sorry, but I think Tristan killed Clara..." Sam said. "It's not true..." I violently shook the table, driving both Rhett and Sam away from me. "Willow, is there any other proof? The evidence is right before our very eyes. Tristan killed Clara." "He didn't kill my mom, OK? This is just a coincidence..." I growled, trying to convince myself she's wrong. She has to be wrong. "Raelynn and Clara's clearly state someone was going to kill her, and it all points to Tristan . Tell me it's just a joke that you think he's innocent..." she said as I got up. "They didn't write Tristan's name, did they? And why would Tristan want to kill my mom? The government was after me, not Tristan . This doesn't make sense," I sighed in frustration. "Didn't you see the news? He killed Caden and probably burnt down his property... And it was just confirmed that he killed Caden with identified evidence. You