Ivanna's Pov
I was still stunned, like an insane. The scene in front of me was not a dream. Was Jax going to say that I was looking at it wrong? Obviously, the few people in front of me were not ordinary humans. And Jax, who suddenly appeared—why could he communicate with those vampires to let me go? Is Jax also a ...? Anyway, let's consider it a favor to have saved me from becoming the meal of that pale, bloodsucking creature at the bar earlier. "This is for you. Drink first, Miss," said the man who had only been my bodyguard for a week but already had many mysterious things he did and happened in my life. I accepted the cup of drink he offered without breaking his gaze. Then, I quickly checked the drink in my hand. Just a cup of my favorite camomile tea. No! I didn't want to think badly about this or wonder why he knew my favorite—anyone can have a supply of camomile tea at home, just like me. I sipped the drink in my hand, feeling a relaxed sensation for a moment after my whole body had been shaking all over after experiencing that horrible event. "What happened earlier? Why were you able to have a conversation with those creatures? They're not human, right?" I couldn't hold back any longer. Who are you really, Jax? After looking like a junkie, now you seem like a clan leader who has the power to organize and order others—vampires. "Calm down, Miss. That was not what you thought." "Oh, really? Which part is wrong? Don't tell me you guys are cosplaying for Halloween because we're not celebrating it. Or are you going to say that they just pranked me? Don't be joking, Jax. Do they even know me?" I attacked him at length. However, while he was trying to explain, my mind wandered in an indeterminate direction. I scanned the entire side of the room I was currently in. I'm now in Jax's residence, which doesn't look suspicious. It's just like any other man's residence. It's just that it's impeccable here and feels empty. There's a desk in the corner with vinyl and a few bookcases in the other corners of the room. And to my surprise, some awards mentioned that Jax had done a master's in medicine. So why did he choose to be my bodyguard? "Ms. Sanchez, did you hear me?" I heard; I didn't want to respond. I got up, approached a glass cabinet, and looked at some certificates and diplomas there. Very suspicious. Why did Jax pursue so many fields of study and manage to complete them in such a short time? "They're just for display," he said, coming closer and standing behind me. He said the words as if to cover the fact that he hid behind all the lies he had told me all along. "Are you gonna say that what they did earlier was just an act to bully me?" I asked, in sarcasm at all the lies he was making up. I didn't know for sure if he was lying or if I was thinking too bad about him. One thing was for sure: I didn't believe a word he had said. I looked at his diploma again—The University of Eastonville in the years when I was still living a beautiful life as a young woman. We seemed far apart in age, but was it that far? "I told you it was just a display," he said again, forcing me to believe him. Alright, handsome. I won't force you to tell me the truth. However, know that I'm not a woman you can fool. "Alright. I think I'm fine, and you can take me home now," I said, looking at the man intently. His eyes were reluctant. Reluctant to take me home, or was there something else he had planned? Was it possible that my suspicion that he was working with Damon was correct? "Alright, Ms. Sanchez. I'll take you home. Just wait a moment; I must pack up my clothes first." I frowned, not understanding. In other words, what did Jax have to pack his clothes for? "I have to obey the order to stay in your mansion anyway so there can be more time to guard and watch over you. Isn't that so?" Ah, yes. Jax was right. I let him tidy up his house before he went inside his room for a while and returned with a backpack hanging on his back. We returned to my mansion with many questions in my head that wouldn't be possible to answer if I had asked this man directly. Jax is full of mysteries. He was a charming man with many secrets that he would never reveal to anyone but that I would have to uncover on my own. Please don't doubt my abilities. Nancy Drew 2.0 will be in action. *** Damon was no longer in his bed. I've forgotten it so many times I don't know when it all started. He still looked normal before we got engaged because we lived separately. And ever since he decided to live together in my mansion, things have been confusing. I may have experienced this before, but I didn't pay much attention and assumed that my intuition and feelings weren't working correctly. However, ever since Jax's arrival, things have been different. The liquid Jax injected, the suspicious business with the strange human, and he never really explained what happened at the club, and now Damon. I tried to keep my consciousness at the right level. Even if it needs to be perfect, there's a lot I need to know tonight, and I can only rely on myself because neither Bri nor Tatiana will ever believe me if I tell them everything. Maybe Bri will believe it, even if it's a little challenging. But Tatiana—anything about Damon, if it's terrible, she'll deny it immediately. I stepped slowly into the room I'd given to Jax. The door was wide open, but I didn't see him there. He wasn't even standing guard in front of my room like usual. Where was that man? On his bed were scattered strange-looking syringes with the same liquid I saw him inject into his body that day. I no longer wanted to know about that. Jax could be right, or it could be the other way around. As for Jax, I'll take care of that later because I'm looking for Damon right now. I deliberately left my shoes on, hurrying cautiously, following the figure I saw into a room. From the posture, it was Damon. However, what was he doing in the middle of the night? I hid behind the wall as the man was heard opening the door to a room—an unoccupied room, which used to be my parents' room before they passed away. I should have been the one occupying that room, but I couldn't bear to look at the souvenirs that were still there. And Damon always wanted us there. Was he preparing a surprise for me? He could have done something to the room so that he and I could stay there. I peeked a little; the man had already entered the room full of memories. He left the door a bit open; I don't know its purpose. I stepped slowly and stopped right in front of the gap Damon had left. I could see him standing there, looking out the window. He looked at the sky as if enjoying the moon's beauty tonight. He was such a romantic man in the past. However, things have changed, and his strangeness this time is also completely unknown to me. If he wanted us to move into this room, why didn't he say so? And that woman—wait! There's a woman in that room. Why didn't I know about it at all? This is my house, and I didn't know that Damon had brought another woman into the house. I was about to rush into the room, but once again, my gut instinct told me that what I saw wasn't the whole story. That's right! I needed something else to solidify my suspicions about Damon and confirm whether it was still worth keeping. It may sound childish, but I couldn't accept Damon's different treatment. My chest rumbled as it became clear that the woman was undressing before me. And Damon—he was making out with her so passionately. I involuntarily stepped back. Once again, I witnessed Damon doing it every night without me knowing. But who was that woman? Is she the woman I saw who made love to Damon that night before? I was still smothering my mouth to keep from making a sound. However, my footsteps stopped. Not because I wanted to, but because someone was standing behind my back and immediately protected me with his arms as if not letting me witness what I had already seen before my eyes. "Close your eyes, Miss Sanchez. You don't deserve to see this," the man said. "I've already seen it, Jax. Please don't lie to me anymore for any reason. I already know everything. Tell me, what are you doing here?"Jax's PoV Ivanna Sanchez is not some teenage girl who falls for a guy and becomes a fool. She knew and had sniffed out what Damon was doing behind her back. And now, she is catching Damon in the act, and rushing to teach him a lesson is not a good idea. She must be wondering why Damon would hurt a perfect woman like her. I want to ask the same thing, if I may. Unfortunately, Damon was not a man of Ivanna's intelligence. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't affected by that man's hide-and-seek game. I've been watching him since I first entered this mansion. However, I have to be careful because Ivanna seems suspicious of me. "I'm sorry, Miss. Sometimes, you have to keep quiet even if you know something. It's for your safety," I said, trying to calm her inner rumblings that almost flared up and burned everything. After all, doing what she had in mind would be hazardous. "You should be careful what you say, Jax! How dare you set me up for everything! If you tell me to shut up
Ivanna's PoV Jax was trying to find whoever or whatever I believed was in my room. I couldn't see it clearly due to the dim lights, other than a clear sound resembling a wolf's growl. I was on the balcony when I heard that strange sound. It sounded exactly like Damon making love to a woman I didn't know—this one I wasn't too sure about, so I'd check back later that night to see if it was Damon—if he came back to this house. Damon hadn't returned since last night, so since I was already scared, I intended to seek help without going into the room and meeting that thing. Unfortunately, I'd consumed so much alcohol that my body was staggering, and I almost lost my life. Thanks to Jax, who was quick to help me, even though I felt awkward when he helped me. There was no way I was wrong. But, unfortunately, I didn't have any evidence to point at the man who had saved my life and helped me look for a creature whose growl was similar to that of a coyote or maybe a wolf; I don't know. "
Jax's PoV I can't believe what this girl is doing. Does she realize that what she's doing is very dangerous? Apart from violating the professional code of ethics, it's also inappropriate for Ivanna to do this because she is engaged; there will be an uproar if Damon finds out about this incident. I have to maintain my presence in this place because there is one business that I haven't finished yet. Two things, one of which is to protect Ivanna. And that is very important, considering that one and the other are interrelated. I can't go into details because I'm trying to find out and prove my suspicions. The desire inside me that had been stirring, as well as the pain I was feeling, magically faded away along with the warm kiss Ivanna gave me. It wasn't the first time for me, but I knew I would remember this better than any other experience I had ever had. For a while, I had been trying to restrain myself from remaining professional even though the scent of Ivanna's body and her be
Ivanna's PoV I did do something stupid by kissing Jax's lips at that time. I was following the impulse that somehow led me to do that. And now, I was suffering from prolonged shame. I just paced the room for a while and couldn't keep my eyes closed. For some reason, one day seemed to fly by, and I appeared hopeless to deal with all of this. The wedding between Damon and me, which I had imagined would be a sacred and happy moment, seemed impossible to continue. There was no way I could plunge myself into a pit where I would eventually drown, and if that happened, Damon wouldn't necessarily save me. Again, this would be Jax's job. Then, when I was a little calmer and about to lie down, the door to the room opened. I reluctantly turned my head because I knew who was coming from the sound of footsteps alone. There was no way Jax would dare to enter my room just like that. "I saw your bodyguard leave here a few minutes ago," he said suddenly, without care. "So?" "What was he do
Ivanna's PoV We—more precisely me, Damon and Tatiana, had arrived at H Hotel, one of the ten most luxurious hotels in The Emirates. Everything was beyond my expectations. It's bad enough to say it went well if I put it this way. Maybe it went well for Damon and Tatiana, who had a business need, but it was not for me. On the first day, we arrived at the hotel when the sun was high, and Damon rented a suite with amenities in it that had two bedrooms. I wouldn't say I liked the idea of this one, as it meant we had no privacy, and again, Tatiana had to be in the same place as us. I didn't understand what had happened to me to be so full of suspicion and negative thoughts towards them, especially when Damon and Tatiana dressed up while I was just in my pajamas—having decided to rest for a bit. "Where are you going? We've just arrived," I said, unable to understand this man's thought. If Damon calls himself a workaholic, this is too much of a workaholic. Moreover, when I followed Dam
Ivanna's PoV I knew what I was doing. I left the room and ignored Jax, who was trying to prevent the decision I was about to make this time. I don't want to be this man's victim anymore; I will end it now. Damon and Tatiana are still enjoying their hot play, filling each other up. Damon seems so intoxicated, as if what Tatiana gives him is so extraordinary compared to what I've ever given him. My chest is burning and throbbing with pain. My blood rushes as if I can no longer contain my anger; even Jax won't be able to stop it. I pat Damon's back, who suddenly realizes he isn't alone in this place. Maybe he had planned not to invite me before, but he was forced to take me with him to cover up his already too-deep lies. "Vans ... what are you doing here?" asked Damon, a pained look on his face. I could see it even in the dim light. They had opened the curtains covering the large glass window in the living room so that the moonlight could enter and shine on them while they fucked
Jax's PoV "Hey, Jax! Are you coming? I'm done getting you the stuff you need! To our usual place, ASAP!" said the man on the other side. I had an appointment to meet him tonight for some business. I didn't know who had taken the syringe and serum I had, but ever since that first kiss with Ivanna, I couldn't find them. The maid might have seen and thrown them away, but I should be able to find them somewhere if that was the case. However, I didn't find it anywhere. Fortunately, Ayden had finished the serum's production and made enough for me. For all of us. I haven't told you about myself yet, because it's not very interesting to talk about. My story with Ivanna is far more intriguing than the one about myself that I might slowly tell you and Ivanna. That is if she wants to know. Speaking of Ivanna's story, the decision she made seemed to me to be rash. Even though she had witnessed what her fiancé had done at that time right in front of her eyes, she should not have spontaneo
Ivanna's PoV I had said those hurtful words to Jax; I didn't know what was happening to me. The man offered no resistance, just nodded with a flat face that I honestly couldn't translate. I was indeed upset that he had foiled so many of my plans. If I had known that Damon had cheated on me a long time ago, maybe I wouldn't have had to go to The Emirates and see for myself that my best friend was a traitor. Now that it's all out in the open, I'm blaming Jax. Doesn't that sound unfair? But let it be. After all, Jax wouldn't be at a disadvantage if he was no longer my bodyguard. He could do various jobs and satisfy his drug addiction without me interfering. Speaking of drugs, I remembered something. I got up from the bed, walked to the closet, looked at the box inside, and opened it to remove the contents. I held a syringe and two ampoules of the serum Jax often injected into his body. I had deliberately kept them to report them to the police when I had more evidence. However, w