Sebastian’s POV “I need to talk to Sebastian, and I need to talk to him right fucking now before it is too late!” The frantic urgency in her voice slices through the air like a knife. The words tumble out all in one breath, revealing her desperation. Just then, Sabrina bursts through the door, pushing Michal out of the way like he’s nothing more than a mere obstacle. “Hey you Bitch!” Michal shouts, his voice filled with indignation. I hold up my hand, silencing his outburst with a single gesture. “Sabrina, calm down. Tell me what all of this is about.” My heart races as I watch the raw emotion flicker in her eyes, panic, fear, and an underlying current of determination. “It’s about Shelly,” she says, her voice cracking as tears stream down her face, glistening in the dim light of the room. “Sebastian, I know what happened to her and who took her.” At those words, my stomach drops like a stone. “What do you mean you know where she is and who took her? Sabrina, how do you know
Shelly’s POV It’s been two long, agonizing days since I was abducted, and I’m still confined in this wretched room. Falcon’s men enter twice daily to leave food, but I refuse to touch it. I’m terrified it might be poisoned. Taking that risk feels like a leap I can’t afford especially if I want to get out of here. Each time I muster the courage to ask them questions, they dismiss me with indifference, as if I were invisible. The frustration bubbles within me, a potent reminder of how desperately I want to escape this nightmare. I want to go home, to feel the warmth of Sebastian's presence again; I miss him more than words can express. Why hasn’t he found me yet? My heart aches with the longing for his comfort. And then there’s Sabrina, my supposed best friend, who betrayed me with such ease. I still can't fathom why she turned her back on me. It feels like a cruel twist of fate. Maybe she felt like she had no choice? I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from Falcon since t
Falcon’s POV "Sir, we tracked down Sabrina. She was heading toward Sebastian’s. We’re convinced she’s about to spill everything how we’ve got Shelly. What should we do?" I couldn't help but smirk; the thought of her betraying us fueled my anger. "I always knew that reckless girl would turn on us. That’s why I never released her parents. I had a feeling she’d slip up," I replied, letting my wicked grin spread. "Let her talk to Sebastian for now. We can use that to our advantage. Her parents oh, they will pay dearly for her mistakes," I said, relishing the thought. With a dark satisfaction swirling in my gut from Shelly’s futile attempts to escape, I made my way down to the basement. This was going to be entertaining, I thought, the thrill of the game rushing through me. I pushed open the heavy basement door and approached Sabrina’s parents. "Sabrina did what you asked," her father choked out, desperation creasing his brow. "Why are we still trapped here?" I leaned in, s
Shelly’s POV Night has fallen once more, engulfing me in an oppressive darkness that matches the weight in my heart. A short while ago, one of Falcon's men took away my untouched dinner plate. Hunger gnaws at me, but fear grips me tighter, strangling any appetite I might have had. The screams from earlier still echo in my ears, haunting my thoughts and denying me any semblance of peace. Terror has been my constant companion since I arrived here. The guards act as though I am invisible, their indifference grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. If they’re going to kidnap me and keep me locked away in this dreadful room day and night, the least they could do is answer my questions. Even a pretend truth would be something, but silence is all they offer. Time blurs together in this place, but I know it’s only been a few days. Yet, it feels like an eternity of isolation and dread. The lack of food and sleep is wearing me down, my body growing weak and sluggish. I'm caught in a v
Sebastian's POV I quickly pull out my phone and dial Michal’s number. He answers on the first ring. Before I can say anything, he blurts out, “Did you find her? Are you bringing her home? We were attacked, but we're doing okay.” Ignoring his rapid-fire questions, I reply, “Michal, set up a medical bed quickly. We’re on our way back now. Call the doctor, too, because we’re going to need her.” “Wait, why? Who’s hurt? Who needs the bed?” he asks, worriedly. “It’s Shelly, Michal. She's hurt. She needs the doctor as soon as possible,” I explain briefly before ending the call. Standing up with Shelly in my arms, I cradle her to my chest as carefully as I can without hurting her more. Right now, she is unconscious, and I pray she’s okay. At least she doesn’t feel the pain, but once she awakens, she will feel it tenfold. Derek opens the back door of the SUV for me, and I climb in with Shelly, placing her gently on my lap. The ride is only about fifteen minutes to home, but it feels like
Dr. Grey finally appears, and everyone quickly gathers around her, anxiously waiting for the latest updates on Miss Shelly’s condition. I can't help but be the first to start firing off questions, “How is she doing? Is she awake? Is she in pain?” “Calm down, Sir. Let me address your questions one at a time,” Dr. Grey responds with a calm, reassuring smile. “I understand you’ve all been waiting for quite some time, so please allow me to explain the situation fully.” “Please, have a seat,” she advises, gesturing to the chairs we had hastily vacated upon her arrival. As we retake our seats, Dr. Grey starts her detailed explanation. “Miss Shelly is currently both malnourished and dehydrated, conditions likely caused by her lack of food and water during her kidnapping ordeal. Fortunately, I was able to remove the shard of glass embedded in her abdomen without complications. Thankfully, there was no severe damage to any vital organs, which is very reassuring." She continues, “At
Shelly’s POV "Sabrina, can I talk to you alone?" I asked, my voice steady but my heart heavy. She met my gaze, fear evident in her eyes. I understood her turmoil betraying a best friend is no easy burden to carry.Sebastian, sensing the gravity of the moment, tenderly kissed my forehead. “Take your time,” he whispered, then left the room with Michal. Now it was just Sabrina and me, alone with her confession."Shelly, I’m so sorry," Sabrina began, her voice trembling. "Will you ever forgive me? I felt trapped. Falcon kidnapped Mom and Dad and threatened to kill them if I didn’t play his game. He promised to return them once the mission was over, but he never did. As soon as I realized his deceit, I went straight to Sebastian and confessed everything."Her words spilled out, laden with regret. "If I could go back, I’d tell Falcon to shove it. I love you, Shelly. You're my best friend, and I can’t bear to lose you."Listening to Sabrina, my heart ached. Her choices had been impossible.
Sebastian’s POV Dr. Grey entered the hospital room to see Shelly, a patient recovering from surgery to treat an abdominal wound. Her primary task was to check the status of Shelly’s stitches and to ensure the healing process was on track. Shelly had reported some increasing discomfort, which is common as the initial anesthesia wears off and the body adjusts to the healing process. To manage her pain effectively, Dr. Grey administered painkillers intravenously, which provide quick relief, along with antibiotics to prevent any potential infection at the site of the wound. Dr. Grey noticed Shelly's blood pressure was slightly elevated, a frequent response in patients experiencing pain, as the body naturally reacts by increasing heart rate and blood pressure. However, she reassured Shelly that this was a normal reaction to postoperative discomfort. Despite the elevated blood pressure, Dr. Grey was pleased to report that Shelly’s heart rate, blood work, and oxygen saturation levels we
Shelly’s POV The after-party, in my book, ended on a high note. At least now, I won’t have to worry about all those fake people who only wanted to be friends with me or Sabrina just to get close to Sebastian. It’s not like he would ever entertain them, but it always bugged me. Finally, that chapter in my life is officially closed, and I can breathe easier. As I sat at the kitchen table reminiscing about last night, Sebastian approached me with a warm smile, lifting me gently. He took my spot and nestled me comfortably onto his lap. “Good morning, baby girl,” he greeted, his voice as soothing as ever. “How are you feeling? How does it feel to finally be a college graduate?” “I feel fantastic, baby,” I replied with a gleam in my eyes. “It’s so liberating. No more school drama or people feigning interest just to get to you.” My slight grumble made Seb chuckle endearingly. “Oh, baby girl,” he said reassuringly, “you know I’ve always had eyes only for you. None of them ever stood
Shelly’s POV Once at home, Sabrina and I dove into the world of fashion, eager to choose the perfect outfits that would set the tone for a night of memorable memories. We decided on light-colored cocktail dresses. I chose a delicate, light blue dress, with intricate lace details that danced around the hem and gave it a whimsical touch. It complimented my complexion. Sabrina, always the lively spirit, opted for a vibrant pink dress that radiated joy and confidence. The dress, with its playful ruffles and sophisticated cut, highlighted her bubbly personality flawlessly. Meanwhile, Sebastian and Michal wore a more casual yet sophisticated approach. They selected outfits that combined comfort with a touch of bad boy style, settling on classic blue jeans paired with sharp, well-fitted button-up shirts. With their black leather jackets. Sebastian came up to me and laid a kiss on my lips whispering ”I can't wait to rip this dress off of you tonight baby. You look amazing and sexy as
Shelly’s POVThe last two weeks have passed in a blur since the plane crash, and life is gradually settling back into what could be considered normal, as much as it possibly can under the circumstances. Despite the chaos, it's been an incredibly eventful period. The funerals, though held amid sorrow and loss, were deeply moving and offered a sense of closure. I'm relieved to see that Sebastian, Michal, and the rest of our group have managed to return to their usual selves, persevering through the grief. Sabrina and I have been swamped with exams, thanks to the fact that it's the end of our senior year. We’ve been working tirelessly, burning the midnight oil, in a bid to ace every single one of them so we can graduate with flying colors. And today’s the big graduation day! The excitement coursing through me is amazing. I’m thrilled to be closing this chapter of my life and looking forward to what lies ahead.
Shelly’s POV Sebastian and Michal were officially advised to rest for a week following the tragic event, but their resilience and sense of duty wouldn't allow them to remain idle. They didn't completely disregard the recommendation to take it easy, but they couldn't sit back while Sabrina and I handled all the funeral arrangements on our own. "We can't just stand by, Shelly," Sebastian insisted, his voice steady yet underscored by a quiet urgency. "This is our responsibility. These are our people. I can’t abandon them because I’m supposed to be resting." I nodded, my eyes dark with determination. "I know. It’s hard to sit in the background, and you're stubborn as hell but yes I won’t stop you from helping but you need to promise to take it easy I just got you back myself Sebastian." “Thank you baby you're stubborn I’ll give you that and I know you're just looking out for me and that’s one of the many reasons I love you.” He says and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. Al
Shelly’s POV Continued As Sebastian drifted into sleep, Sabrina and I found ourselves wrapped in the heavy silence of the car, the hum of the engine the only constant. Breaking the silence, Sabrina sighed, “It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? Thinking about the families who won’t be as lucky as we were.” I nodded, the weight of the realization settling in. “Yeah, it is. We need to think about how to honor them too. There’s so much to plan aside from our weddings.” Sabrina leaned back, looking out the window, “Maybe some charity work, or setting up a fund in their names? Something meaningful to remember them by.” “That’s a great idea,” I agreed, appreciating her sense of empathy. “We’ll make sure they’re always remembered. But,” I added, trying to shift the mood, “I can’t believe Sebastian asked me to Marry him!” Sabrina’s eyes lit up at the change of subject. I continue “I’ve been dreaming about a fairytale-like theme, something with enchanted forests and twinkling lights.” “Sounds m
Shelly’s POV As I stand there, completely overwhelmed, I watch Sebastian, his eyes glued to mine, sparkling with anticipation and love. I can hardly believe it. Did he just propose? Is this happening right now? My heart races, a cacophony of emotions swirling inside me. My mind repeats, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," like a mantra, trying to grasp the reality of the moment. I feel tears welling up, and I can hardly contain them. Sabrina, my delightful whirlwind of a friend, is beside herself, squealing like a kid at a theme park. "Girl, you better say yes!" she exclaims, wrapped up in Michael's arms, laughter and tears mixing together in the most heartwarming way. I tear my gaze from Sebastian to take in the surreal scene around me. Friends. Love. Joy. It's like a dream I never want to wake up from. Finally, I find my voice, wobbly but exhilarated, and I look Sebastian right in the eyes, those eyes that are both tender and strong. "Yes!" I shout, my heart leaping with joy. "I would
Sebastian’s POV It’s been quite a few days since we found ourselves stranded on this isolated island. Climbing up the hill to get some phone service on our first night was, unfortunately, a failure. The anticipation we felt as we embarked on that climb quickly turned into disappointment. Realizing the need to conserve our phone batteries, Michal and I devised a plan. It's a delicate dance of optimism and realism that drives our strategy. Each morning, filled with a mix of dread and hope, either Michal or I make the climb up the steep hill. Once we reach the top, we only turn on our phones for a few precious minutes, sending brief yet informative texts to our girls and the men hoping that it will help locate us. After that, we quickly power off the devices, clinging to the slim hope that one of our messages will make it through. We understand it’s a long shot, wishful thinking at best, but it’s one of the few things that keeps us grounded. The ocean’s vast, waves make any atte
Shelly’s POV With the relentless buzzing of my alarm clock piercing through the quiet morning, I groggily lean over to silence it. As I roll over to give Sebastian his usual morning kiss, a chill runs down my spine. His side of the bed is cold, and he's nowhere to be seen. Anxiety tingles at the edges of my consciousness as I whisper to myself, "Where could he be at this hour?" Quickly, I scan the bedroom, squinting through the dim light. I even peek into the bathroom, but it’s empty, with no trace of him. Feeling a rising sense of urgency, I make my way down to the kitchen, hoping I'd find him sipping his morning coffee, but the eerie silence greets me instead. Panic begins to tighten its grip on my heart. On my way out, I bump into Sabrina. She's startled by my sudden appearance. "Sabrina, have you seen Sebastian this morning?" I ask, my voice tinged with worry. She gazes at me with a bewildered expression. "Babe, he’s not back yet?" Her words make my heart skip a beat. "Wha
Sebastian’s POV Swimming to shore turned out to be much more challenging than we had initially imagined. The relentless waves seemed to conspire against us the entire way, making every stroke feel like an uphill battle. Despite the adversity, our determination carried us through, and eventually, we managed to make it to the shore, drenched and exhausted. The very moment my feet sank into the firm, wet sands, an adrenaline-fueled urgency surged within me, compelling me to sprint towards the dense line of trees in search of coverage. The relentless storm that had tossed us from our vessel still raged mercilessly, a true force of nature that showed no signs of relenting. The shore, far from being a sanctuary, was a chaotic, dangerous expanse with the tide rapidly advancing and threatening to swallow everything in its path. Each roaring wave seemed intent on reclaiming us, making our retreat inland seem like a race against time. Reaching the relative safety offered by the trees,