[HAZEL'S POV]From the moment we stepped down Nikolai's private jet until this very moment in the elevator, I waited. I waited patiently to strike – to finish what I started. When I picked up that knife after eating breakfast, I decided today was the day I'll end it all.Last time, I hesitated to put a bullet in his head. This time I won't hesitate. Throughout last night, I asked myself why I held back. Why didn't I pull that fucking trigger? Looking back, it would have been easier. A bullet would be more than enough to end this monster's life. Somehow, he had brainwashed me not to harm him. That was the only explanation I could come up with. I promised myself today, I won't hesitate. I'll wait for my chance and strike him down when next we were alone.My chance came as soon as we were inside the elevator. My nerves was at it's breaking point and for a moment, I did hesitate – again. Then I remembered the bodies of my family laying in a pool of their blood. I remembered the b
[NIKOLAI'S POV]I always kept my guard up. Since the day I was born, I've got a sixth sense for danger. I was hyper-aware of everything around me. As I grew older, I trained harder to hone my senses and stay at alert. I could smell trouble a mile away. I could tell when someone's about to take a shot at me. Shockingly, I could even dodge bullets if I have to. Kwame once joked that I've got Spider-senses. Bullshit. I trained my butt off to never loose my guard. In this shady business, you create tons of enemies, and those enemies are always trying to kill you when they got the chance. That is why I'm always on my guard. But whenever I'm with Hazel, I let my guard down. I let my guard down around her because I wanted her to be my end. She's the only person I'll permit to take my life. I misjudged Hazel. It appears she wasn't so weak after all. She could still be a lioness in a kitten's form.After successfully stopping the bleeding, the nurse started stitching up my wound. Wh
[HAZEL'S POV]The meeting ended on a sour note the moment Nikolai's scary aunt left. She was terrifying. She reminded me of the Disney adaptation of Cruella from the One Hundred and One Dalmatians. "Leave us," Nikolai ordered the rest of his family, standing infront of me like a shield. His voice was ruthlessly dangerous. One by one they rose to their feet and left for the elevator until Nikolai and I were the only ones in the big room. Nikolai ran his hands over his face and let out a deep breath. He wandered over to the bottle of scotch on the table and poured himself a drink. "Some family meeting," he bite off each words as if he was suppressing the rage boiling inside him. "Forget you ever saw that."I didn't say anything. I stared at the hand print his aunt had left him on his cheeks. Somewhere inside me, I felt a strong impulse to hunt that woman down and tear her guts opened for hitting him. But I suppressed that urge because he deserved it. His aunt did mentioned he ki
[NIKOLAI'S POV]Fuck this. I entered my office, pulled opened the drawers and retrieved my pistol. As usual, it's weight felt heavy in my hand. Almost as if I were lifting a dumbbell. I checked the bullets, satisfied they were loaded. Good. Then I locked the drawers and plopped down on my chair and waited. Minutes dragged by as I stared at my gun. In my twisted mind, I wondered why I haven't done this a long time ago. The demon on my shoulder whispered darkly to me, "Take that bullet and die."I remembered my vow. A vow I'd pledge after pulling a bullet through the head of my father. I vowed to never use a gun again nor spill another drop of blood. In the heat of the revolution I started in the Romanov Clan, I had pledged this very vow before every members of the Clan as I took control as it's new head. A vivid image of me standing on the balcony, facing a hundred members of the Romanov Clan, my father's decapitated head in my hand, flashed through my mind. It's been four y
(HAZEL'S POV)"Come to the bathroom with me! I'll teach you how to kill a man!" He ordered. For some odd reasons, I followed him towards the bathroom without questions. The walls were made of shimmering glass and the shower room was big enough to accommodate four people. There were multiple showerheads mounted on the walls and ceiling. I breath in a sweet fragrance of lavender as we walked further in, stopping right before a jacuzzi tub. The water in the large oval-shaped tub was already warm and inviting. Makes me wonder what promises of pleasure awaits me inside those waters. Nikolai turned around and gazed at me, his crimson red eyes burning with a maddening desire. I took one step back, my eyes wary, my arms wrapped around myself. Why was he looking at me that like that? It's too intense. I don't like it. "W-we're here," I stuttered, breaking eye contact with him. "So how do you kill a man?""First things first, Hazel. Look. At. Me," he commanded, his voice soft. My lips
[NIKOLAI'S POV]"The heat is on, Nikolai," Anton's voice crackled over the line. "These secret police bastards are invading our clubs and bars and hotels.""The crates," I massaged my shoulder where Hazel stabbed me. "Let them search all they want. They won't find the crates there."Anton was grumbling badly. "I don't like this, Nikolai. You're playing with fire. Tell me what you're planning.""Tell Vladimir and Kwame to catch the next available flight to Manhattan," I instructed. "And also, double the guards at the safe house."Anton grumbled loudly. "I hope you know what you're doing, Nikolai. We don't mess with the secret police and the military. Those guys are poison.""Goodnight, Anton," I replied curtly and hung up. I drowned my whiskey and leaned back on the sofa. Hazel was sleeping on the bed like a harmless little child. At least she could sleep. Sleep was the only luxury that I couldn't afford. The whispers of the ghosts of my victims underneath my bed wouldn't let me. Th
[HAZEL'S POV]The moment I shut my eyes, I had a dream. A recollection of my past that's been buried at the back of my mind since I was eight. Philip and Thomas, my twin brothers, and I were playing hide and seek. There was this perfect hiding spot I found in Dad's study, and I crawled into it. I must've been crawling forever because the small space seemed to extend further and further. My small body could fit through the small hole and out of curiosity, I kept crawling, determined to reach the end of this narrow passage. It was dark and I had found myself in an underground tunnel. There was no way out. I cried, calling out for my mom and dad and my brothers. I had no idea how to escape. I was trapped. For the next one hour, I wandered aimlessly around the tunnel, shivering from the harsh cold and eerie darkness. The air grew thinner the more I delved further into the tunnel until I was swallowed by a thick fog of darkness. I suddenly snapped my eyes opened, sitting up and br
[HAZEL'S POV]This bastard really meant what he said last night. At first, I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. After I turned his advances down, Nikolai had me on handcuffs from midnight to the break of dawn. When I had breakfast, I was still on handcuffs. What peeves me the most was the fact that he was enjoying himself. He relished in my frustration as I struggled to eat, bath and dress with my hands bound. I swore within myself to get back at him. I'll make him suffer. An idea dropped in my mind on how to do that. The opportunity came when he announced we were going somewhere. "Where are we going?" I demanded. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him. "You're in no position to ask questions while still on punishment. You would do as you're told."We left the Romanov Towers and drove off in Nikolai's dark Lamborghini. He sat behind the wheels while I sat beside him. As we drove passed the estates and busy streets, I saw people staring. They weren't staring at me
HAZEL'S POV:"TELL ME, I'M I A CLONE?!" I asked. Silence. The bastard whom I called Father refused to speak. He couldn't even look me in the eyes. "Answer me," I raised my voice. "I need to know if my life has always been a lie."Father kept quiet. Then for the first time since we met, he met my gaze. "Clones have surgical marks on their chest," he said. "If you were a clone, you'd have one on you."Neither Nikolai nor I saw any need to check. We both knew I don't have surgical marks on my chest. "Now you have your answers," Father said. "You're my original daughter.""And how are we certain you're the original Arthur Flamecrest and not a clone?" Nikolai asked. Father unbuttoned his shirt and showed us his chest. "Take a good look."He was real enough. He wasn't a clone. I buried my face in my hands. My brains couldn't process the truth. "How could you," I didn't recognize my voice. It was filled with rage. "You hired Nikolai to murder our family just so you could keep the min
NIKOLAI'S POV:We've walked right into a trap. I could tell because the evidences were staring right at us in the face. Hazel was shaken, but I give her credit for remaining calm. "A bomb," Hazel said. "Why would anyone plant a bomb in the study of all places?""Because they knew we'll come here," I answered her question, my brain thinking fast. "This is probably the only room in the chateau that leads us right into the tunnel.""So if we attempt to force our way through the secret passage, the bomb gets triggered and explodes."I smiled. "You're incredibly smart for figuring that out. But if my hunch is correct, they're probably waiting for us to walk in the study, then they'll blow the entire place up.""We have to get out of here," she said, alarm jumping in her eyes. "And fast.""I couldn't agree more," I rushed up to her and picked her up in my arms. Before she could protest, I sprinted out of the study and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. We hadn't reached the landing
HAZEL'S POV:Nikolai had a somber expression on his face as he finished confessing to me. I stared at him for the longest time possible, my jaws ajar. The silence between us was grave and packed with tension. Nikolai pulled up before the rusty gates of the abandoned chateau. I had been so engrossed by his revelation I forgot we had arrived at my family's domain. "We're here," he said, killing the engine and leaning back on his seat. "If you've got something to say to me, say it."I had a million things to say but I couldn't find the words nor the voice. "You're not kidding about what you said about my father, right?" I asked in a crooked voice I didn't recognize was my own.He nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm not kidding."I exhaled the air I held in my lungs. It all made total sense now. I had been vengeful against the wrong man all these time. The true villian here was my late father. He orchestrated everything. The rain had built up more fiercer than ever but inside the car, it was
NIKOLAI'S POV:5 years ago....I arrived at Emberfalls with my father's two best men before dusk, and stayed at the local hotel. My instructions were simple; eliminate the Flamecrest family. Having a lot of time on my hands, I scouted the small town and interacted with the old men at the pubs. I learnt quite a lot about the Flamecrest family. There was a revolution about revoking the monarchy system in Emberfalls. Everyone wanted a fresh start with their mysterious ruler out of the way. Initially, I thought eliminating the Flamecrest family would be doing the people a big favour, and the client, whoever he may be, would benefit from their demise. Little did I know the client who wanted the Flamecrest family dead was none other than Arthur Benjamin Flamecrest. Just before sunset, I received a cryptic text message from the client to meet him at the forest. Following his directions, I met him after dark in the forest. There was a heavy rainfall but that didn't stop our meeting f
NIKOLAI'S POV:Hazel was awfully quiet as we drove away from Richard's resident. It was a full moon night but it looked like it might rain later. Dark clouds were forming, gradually obscuring the moon from sight. We were alone in the car; I had instructed Kwame and Vladimir to stay behind and wait for us. Where were we going? The Flamecrest chateau. A narrow road led deep inside the forest. The deeper we drove the more quieter and eerie it gets. "You know, now that I think about it," Hazel began, breaking the silence. "Lord Richard maybe right after all. I am a devil."I glanced at her. She was leaning her head against the window, her eyes sad. "What makes you say that?" I asked. "As far as I remember," she began softly. "I never had any friends. Mom and Dad never let me and my brothers play with the other kids. We were isolated from everyone else.""That must be hard," I managed to say. Hazel continued. "My brothers and I were home schooled. We had this big open field where w
HAZEL'S POV:Emberfalls, a small quiet kingdom was ruled solely by the Flamecrest family for ten generations. It's landscape was dominated by vast forests and planes surrounded by tranquil waters. It's populace were mostly farmers and fishermen with a modest number of just five hundred people. Deep in the hearts of the forest was my family's home— the Flamecrest domain. It's a chateau built by the first king of Emberfalls. The chateau had been standing there for ten generations without collapsing but now it's nothing more but an abandoned building. "A new Lord assumed control over Emberfalls days after your family's demise, isn't that right?" Nikolai asked as we drove into town. We had touched down into the UK after an eight hours flight."His name's Lord Richard," I answered. "He's been in a long-standing political conflict with my father for years over the kingdom's ownership."Nikolai lit up a cigarette. "Tell me what happened after that night?"I turned to stare at Nikolai
NIKOLAI'S POV:At exactly 9 o'clock,. Kwane delivered Al Major's message to me. "He wants to talk," Kwame said. I finished my whiskey and clenched my jaws. Sleeping peacefully on the bed beside me was Hazel. The moment we left the hospital and returned back to the Romanov Towers, the first thing she did was sleep, and I kept watch over her. I wasn't wasting my time, rather I was waiting. Earlier I had Kwane orchestrated a grand fireworks display that lit up the night sky over Al Major's home. The fireworks spelled out a fiery cryptic message of war, visible for miles around. A mere man on the streets would marvel at the spectacle but Al Major would be frightened out of his wits because I've just declared war on him and his entire family. "I'll go see him now," I got to my feet. "Station your men outside the door. No one gets in this room and no one gets out until I return."Kwane did exactly as I told him. Fast forward, we're on our way to meet Al Major. I didn't go alone, be
NIKOLAI'S POV:My eyelids reluctantly lifted and I found myself in the hospital. I sat up, leaning my weight on my elbow as my vision adjusted to the lights around me. I recognized Kwame and Vladimir guarding the room. They were seated beside me, their head bent and arms folded. "What are you monkeys doing here?" I grumbled, my voice husky. The boys looked up sharply at my direction and stood up. "Boss, you're awake," Kwame said, sounding concerned. "We thought you'd never wake up.""I feel like hell," I sat up properly. "What the hell happened?""You're in the hospital, boss," Kwame filled me in. "We found you in the alley after that thug shot you."I traced my hands to my right chest where I got shot. I could feel the wound inflaming inside me. "How long have I been here?" I asked quietly. "Three days. You're a miracle, boss," Kwame replied in awe. "The bulletproof vest you wore inside mitigated the damage the bullet could've caused, but it did knock you out though."I rubbe
HAZEL'S POV:Something took hold of me the moment Nikolai got shot. It was as if I was suddenly possessed by a spirit. My hands squeezed the trigger as I fired two bullets at the man who shot Nikolai. He died on the first shot. I didn't think much about what I've just done because I was worried about Nikolai. I rushed to him and cradled his unconscious body in my arms. "No, no, no. This can't be happening."He took a bullet for me. Why did he have to do something so stupid?Staring at his lifeless body, I felt my eyes watered. Wait, was I about to cry for this man?Doesn't he deserves what's coming his way? Shouldn't I be happy he got shot?Again that deep hollow feeling of emptiness formed inside my soul. I wasn't happy. I felt like I'd just lost my family all over again. When I saw blood seeping from his right chest, I panicked. "What do I do? I need to stop the bleeding, but I've never done this before!"While he was unconscious, he was still breathing. I hurriedly unbuttoned h