WILLOW'S POVMy eyes darted to Tristan, who was screaming his lungs out as he tried to force his way through the gates. My feet were glued to the ground as every single memory of Tristan held me down, even as the upcoming vehicle tried to hit the brakes.I picked the right day to wear black. Today was the day I die. Death won't escape me now. Maybe I'll see Mom. Did she even want to see me?As my life flashed before my eyes, I heard some voices trying to sink in through my skull, but I was too in the moment to listen.This was it, the light shined so bright for me, leading me to my early grave, a way for me to die. All those times I hurt Tristan, in my eyes, it felt so slow and right to die. But one person won't let me die that easy, not without him eventually.Quickly, Tristan made his way past the gates as he raced towards me, pushing me away from the hands of death. The moment he saved me, the moment he pushed me away from the cold hands of death, the upcoming vehicle, which turns
HAILEY'S POVOn the day when hope seemed within reach, when Willow could have reclaimed her memories, fate cruelly intervened. She teetered on the brink of death, slipping into the clutches of unconsciousness, her fragile state worsened by a concussion. Meanwhile, Tristan lay in a coma, unresponsive to any treatments."The doctor confirmed that Willow couldn't handle the pressure, causing her to pass out. It could have been perilous, especially since she had just begun to regain some of her memories. She's yet to awaken," Jaxon explained solemnly, his words hanging heavily in the air. "As for Tristan, his breathing has stabilized, thankfully due to Willow's efforts, but there's been no sign of him waking up from his coma." All I could manage was a silent nod, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like an insurmountable burden."Thank you for helping them get to the hospital. You can go now; you'll be informed if anything happens," I said icily, heightening the tension betwee
WILLOW'S POV"I'm sorry..." Vivian's expression haunted me, her words echoing in my mind as if she was saying goodbye forever. The fear intensified when I remembered her promise to my mom, vowing to keep me safe no matter the cost to her own life.I'm overwhelmed with confusion and torn between staying to ask Vivian how she knew my mom, what she meant by "people change," and whether someone is after Tristan. A whirlwind of thoughts fills my mind like popping corn, but my primary focus and fear remain centered on Tristan .The White room is reserved for those teetering on the verge of death, where medical intervention proves futile. I've frequented that place countless times, witnessing too many souls slip away in their sleep. They linger there until they drift into a deep slumber from which they never awaken.My heart bleeds every moment I think about Tristan in this situation. He's on life support, attached to oxygen, and won't wake up. Any moment now, his heart will stop as he slowl
WILLOW'S POVJaxon and I, disguised, were almost at the White Room, blending in seamlessly. We ran across the empty corridor until we stood before a white door with a red mark. My hands found their way into the pocket of my lab coat as I retrieved the key pass and slid it over the door, causing it to open."I'll be out here keeping lookout. Go to him," Jaxon said as I nodded. I entered the room, as I imagine, he was strapped down, eyes shut. He was still breathing, and the monitor clearly showed his heart was still beating.I walked towards him, my eyes welled up with emotion. I took off my lab coat and sat down next to him. It's ironic how the tables have turned. He used to sit next to me, suffocating me with his presence, something I once despised, something I now treasure, something I want now.I intertwined my fingers with his, brushing them gently."Hey..." That's it? I had been thinking of what to say to him, and all I could come up with was 'Hey.'"I'm sorry for letting this ha
WILLOW'S POVI breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. The pressure is too much. If I don't perform the surgery, who knows if he'll even wake up on his own? If I do perform the surgery, Tristan could still die, or at least he might have one of the side effects."I'm calling Hailey," Jaxon said, bringing out his phone."Too late, I'm already here," Hailey crept up behind us, and we both flinched. How did she get in so quietly?"How did you get here?" I asked, confused. I looked at Hailey, then back at Jaxon, hoping they wouldn't just get into an argument at Tristan's deathbed."Tristan is my brother. I put a tracker on him ever since he was 18, and I stole one of the nurse's key passes," Hailey said, pulling out a keypad, leaving both me and Jaxon gawking in amazement."Don't ever do that again; you almost scared the life out of me," Jaxon said, his tone sharp as Hailey coldly glared at him. Call me crazy, but lately, I feel like they've been off. It's obvious they've had bante
HAILEY'S POVI can't believe it. Tristan survived a brain flash with only a little side effect. He doesn't remember what happened in the last 24 hours, which means he doesn't remember the misunderstanding between Willow or him being run over by a car. The doctors were still shocked at how he survived, but I'm glad he did.Willow is with Tristan. I just gave the two some space to talk while I roamed the corridors of the hospital. I'm so jealous of Willow and Tristan. They truly love each other. I just wish Jaxon and I were like that.As I roamed around the hospital lost in thought, a mysterious pair of hands clamped against my lips and eyes, pulling me into a room.***My hands traced down to my abdomen, but my gun wasn't with me. I gasped as the person let go, leaving me shut out in the dark."Whoever you are, you better hand me back my gun before I choke you to death," I threatened as the light switched on, revealing a tiny room with medical supplies. I spotted Jaxon holding tight t
WILLOW'S POV"Tristan..." I twirled as my eyes darted directly to a woman standing against the frames of the door. She wore light makeup, though she went overboard with the lipstick. Her skin was as white as snow, glowing with a pale complexion. Her long blonde hair was neatly decked with a hairband, and she wore a short black denim dress revealing her perfectly toned legs. She slung a purse through her hand, looking like a goddess with an uncanny resemblance to someone I knew, but either way, she looked gorgeous.A smile crawled its way to her face as she looked happy and excited, making her way to Tristan. But Hailey came forward and stopped her."Tina..." Tristan said, shocked, while Hailey , who earlier wore a bright smile, growled as her smile slowly depreciated into an ugly frown. Her eyes were cold as she glared at Tina, who didn't seem to stutter or bother as her eyes darted to me."Hailey, get out of my way," Tina growled, averting her eyes and glaring at Hailey . But Hailey
TRISTAN'S POV"Finally, you got them out. Now we can get back to business. What's up with that bitch anyways?" Tina said as Willow left with the others."What are you doing in New York?" I asked as her breath hitched, and she let out a laugh to appear casual."I came because of you," she said, a smile creeping onto my face."Funny, don't you think? You left me and came back when I was about to die. Interesting, isn't it? Why are you really here, Tina...?" I growled, trying not to think about all the pain she caused me."Because I love you, and I know you love me too..." she said, but I wanted to laugh. That was the funniest shit I heard today."You are gravely mistaken. Loving you was my biggest mistake, something I should have never done. If you loved me, you wouldn't have cheated on me, you wouldn't have left me at the altar, and last but not least, you wouldn't have run away. You made me curse the day I fell in love.""I left you because I wanted to protect you..." she exclaimed."
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