WILLOW'S POVIt's been more than thirty minutes, and still no Resistance or whatever has showed up. I had enough time to carefully extract all the shards, stitch up some cuts, bandage some bruises, and clean her up. I don't know how long she'll hold; she's still unconscious.Stella was laid down at the back of the car. All of us laid down on the bare floor, staring at the sky above."A shooting star..." Allison squealed, drawing both our attention."It's no use getting excited over a star. Besides, it isn't a star; it's a rock traveling through the earth's orbit as they burn out and blow," Sam said, ruining the magic for Allison."Way to ruin the magic..." Allison rolled her eyes, I think, hissing under her breath."You're welcome," Sam exclaimed as we all got up, exhausted from boring our eyes."What's the time?" I asked, stretching."I don't know. Ask Miss Fact here, since she smashed to pieces our only resource to know the time," Allison squeaked like a mouse."Arrgh, forget it. Wh
SAM'S POVI stepped into the castle a little startled about meeting my brother for the first time. One thing is if he's mean, I'm leaving."Are you okay?" Willow asked, noticing my nervous movements."I'm fine. It's just that this is all too much. I'm afraid I won't be familiar with this royal stuff, not to talk of almost being screwed earlier. And what if my brother doesn't like me or even believe me? No wonder he ran away," she breathed heavily."OK then, I'll follow you to the throne room. If your brother wanted to see you in person, then he must care about you, right?" she's right, if he didn't give a damn about me, he wouldn't have answered my call to the resistance."You are right... shall we?" she ushered, but I declined."I'll meet up. I need to check up on Stella. I'll catch up," I said as she nodded and went ahead while I found my way through the maze of a castle.WILLOW'S POVAfter Sam left, I walked towards a door, my hand hovering over the doorknob."Willow, don't..." I h
WILLOW'S POV"Long story short, I'm the king." my eyes grew wide in shock, Jaxon is the king of England, since when?"Pfft.." I broke into a qirky laugh making fun of Jaxon, I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt this is more hilarious than him burning down the kitchen. Jaxon, the king of England? He can't even take care of small responsibilities like cooking and all of a sudden he gets a kingdom?I looked up, he wasn't laughing, his facial expressions didn't give me a lead on what he thought about my little laugh, I don't know if he's upset or he's joking."Are you done laughing?" I nod realizing he wasn't joking he was serious and no single smile was thrown to get me off track, it's as if he's serious about being king."You're The King?" I gasped stepping backwards knocking my back against the door he stopped me from invading earlier."Hard To Believe, huh." he finally smirkd as I nod waiting for an explanation."But how? it was in the news, everyone died." I recalled what happened the ni
SAM'S POV"My tears seem to never run dry. The woman I viewed as a soldier was actually my mother. No wonder I felt attached. No wonder she cried most of the nights. She was hiding something, and now it's too late because she's dead, and I never got to have her as a mother.I sat down on Jaxon's throne.I looked down at the empty room, depressed, until someone sat down next to me."You know that's my throne, Princess," he said calmly. Honestly, I expected him to be rude and cruel."I know. I'll get up and leave it for you alone, Your Highness," I said sarcastically, about to get up, but he pulled me back to his throne."What do you want from me?" I asked."There was a reason your mother didn't want you to know, and you should be happy because I'm supposed to be the angry one," Jaxon said, throwing me more confused than ever."What do you mean exactly?" I asked, curious.He pulled out a chest from hell knows where and hands it to me."These are letters," I blanchly spat."Love letters.
SAM'S POVI thought Jaxon would be restricted or bold, but actually, he's really sweet and a good brother. Though I don't have a father or mother, I've got an awesome half-brother, and we both have a few things in common. I'm happy we are siblings.Rhett let himself into the throne room. I can't help but glare at the beast that almost targeted a bullet straight to my heart. Our first meeting didn't give us both any good impression of each other. I don't like him, and from the looks of it, he doesn't too, but I don't give a fuck. He wore all black, making him look sexy and in control. I didn't know palace guards wear skinny jeans. Oh, how England has changed."Your Highness..." he addressed Jaxon, interrupting us from our family bonding, going through our parents' love letters.Jaxon got up from the throne, pulling me up to my feet in front of Rhett."My Princess..." he purred at the end to irritate me. I just know it, earning him a nonchalant eye roll from me with a fake yawn on how h
WILLOW'S POVMy eyes welled up. All those years, Mom searched tooth and nail just to find her. I recall Mom crying; this has to be wrong. Tina can't be my sister. I don't even like her, and how is it possible? But DNA doesn't lie.He knew all this while."Willow, what are you doing here?" I turned to see Jaxon, who was as shocked as I am."Explain," I threw him the reports confirming Tina is my sister."You weren't supposed to find out. It's too early," he persisted."I think I found out at the right time. You lied to me; all you've been doing is lying. Does Tristan even know about this?" I asked."I couldn't even bring myself to tell him because he was going to tell you one way or the other. I had a reason not to tell you, like the Same reason I faked my death," he said, walking towards the board, pinning back the report to the board."Why didn't you say something?" I asked, waiting for a reasonable reply."It wouldn't be a delight if I informed you are sisters with the chick that br
SAM'S POV"What—" was all I managed to utter before Rhett's lips met mine in a soft kiss. I was caught off guard, gasping at the sensation as his tongue brushed against mine, savoring every moment. Unchecked and brainwashed, I slowly responded to his gentle kiss, which gradually intensified into a passionate embrace."Sam..." I jolted back, as did Rhett. We both looked up to see a confused Allison , her arms folded across her chest with a cunning smile."Am I interrupting anything?" Allison smirked, catching us both red-handed."No... You just came in time. We were actually talking about you..." I stumbled over my words, feeling like a terrible liar. I wished the Earth would just open up and swallow me. Why the hell did Rhett kiss me, and why did I kiss back? You know what, I don't know anymore."Really? I didn't know kissing is the new talking. Oh, screw it. Anyways, Stella is conscious again. I just wanted to ask if you've seen Willow..." she said."No," Rhett and I said simultaneou
WILLOW'S POVI sat down on a staircase, tired of walking. My feet ached, and my head hurt, so I decided to sit down, trying to understand why everyone sees me as some property. Why do people keep lying to me, except Tristan, of course? He hasn't lied to me, but everyone else has. Why can't they be like Tristan ?I sighed at the thought. Tina is my sister, hard to believe when she hates my guts. I can imagine the humiliation she'll display when I somehow explain we are a family. She's Tina Mendoza, the Queen of New York. What am I? The cafe girl, that's what everyone is going to know me as now and forever.I felt someone sit down next to me."Jaxon, go away," I said without sparing him a look."Go tell Jaxon that," I heard Sam's voice instead of Jaxon's. She had a book on her thigh."What do you want?" I grunted, not in the mood for an argument or petty disagreement."I heard you were upset, so I brought you this," she said, passing me a grey notebook. It was plain and boring. I opened
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