VINCENT'S POVMy plan has to work this time. I have to make sure this goes well. I really cannot afford it to slip past my hands again. The encounter with that Alex of a fellow has already done a lot of damage to my brain. I can't focus. I can't breathe. I can't even think. The only image on my mind right now is Ariana. And I have to get to her as quickly as possible. I glance at the GPS on my phone again and then close my eyes before taking a deep breath. "God, this has to work very well. This has to."I look outside the window of the car and sigh softly before turning my focus back to my phone again. "Why can't I focus? Why can't I just..." I pause for a while in my thoughts and rake my fingers through my hair, not caring that I am making it rough. "I can't even think anymore. She is the only thing on my mind right now, and I won't get peace of mind until I meet up with her and settle this going on within me. I can't let that fellow have her. With what I saw a few minutes ago, thing
VINCENT'S POV I am sure I am visibly shaking at the sight of anyone who sees me right now. I stop before the door and then look at it with my lips slightly apart trying to grasp any amount of air I can catch to take his deep down into my lungs and help me calm down. God, it's so freaking hard, I thought to myself and then lift my hands bringing it close to the door. I glance at the door knock, and then step back a little bit. Should I knock with my hand or with the door knock? I thought for a while and then shut my eyes, toying with my lips. This is the hardest decision I have ever made in my life. Just what the hell is going on? What has this young lady done to me? Why is it just so freaking hard to do the easiest thing which I usually do daily? To confront women. I finally shake my head and wipe away every negativity from my mind. I knock on the door slowly and then place my hands together, awaiting a reply. I wait and wait for a very long time but no reply comes. I frown a little
VINCENT'S POV "Look, I just...," she waves her hand. "I've already told you, Vincent. I can't come back to you or whatever it is you're planning, okay? Just give it up. I have absolutely nothing more to do with you. You are my past and I definitely cannot return to that. Why can't you just give up? Please just give up on this, it is all pointless. I've already told you, why are you so determined to have what you can't have anymore? Why are you so determined to get back what you have pushed away? Just give it all up. It is impossible," she says, and I bite my lip, feeling the pain in my chest. "But I just..."And as I am about to open my mouth to say something, a childish voice suddenly calls from upstairs, and I frown a little. "What?"" Mom? Mom, are you there?" The noise continues, a soft childish voice calling from upstairs, and I strain my neck to find out where it's coming from, but I see nothing. I look at Ariana and Clara, noticing the nervousness and trembling in their deme
ARIANA'S POVTHE NEXT MORNING "Ariana! Ariana!" Clara's voice suddenly jolts me up from my reverie, and I sit up briefly on the bed, looking at her with shock on my face as I blink my eyelids and glance around me, the shock overtaking my system. "What the hell is going on?" I mutter, my heart racing. "I was already getting to the most interesting part of my dream! Everything was working just fine. She just had to..." I trail off in my thoughts, clenching my face with frustration. "Oh God damn it, why does everything just have to be so unstable in this life?" I mutter, slapping my palm against my face. "What the hell do you want, Clara?" I ask with frustration, and she chuckles as she slowly approaches the table and drops something by the bedside table."Have you checked the time, young lady?" she asks. I tilt my head slowly to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's not like I care about the time. Why the hell do you have to disturb this sweet, beautiful dream I was already having?
ARIANA'S POV"What the hell is he doing here? Not again," I think. "I had thought I told him to just get the fuck out of my life the previous night. What exactly is this? Oh goodness, why the hell can't he just give up? What the hell is his problem anyway?"I frustratingly attempt to shut the door, but he places his hands in the way. "Hey, wait, take it easy," he says softly.I glare at him with all the frustration in me. "What exactly do you want?" I ask.He smiles softly. "Come on, can't you even give me the pleasure of welcoming me as your visitor?""You have no right to be welcomed into my home. You are a pest, the last time I can remember," I retort.He sighs before gazing down at the bouquet in his hands. "Okay, if you won't welcome me, would you at least receive this?" he extends the flowers towards me.I look at them in disbelief. "I definitely cannot accept this. Why is he even giving this to me?" I think to myself, biting my lip in frustration.After a long while, I shut my
ARIANA'S POVThis is just infuriating. This is uncontainable. I don't think I can bear this any much longer. Goodness me, what the hell? I don't even understand his reason for this topic. I wish I could just snap my fingers and snuff life away from his spirit, soul, and body instantly. I will gladly do it for heaven's sake. Why won't he just leave me alone? Just what is his problem? I can't contain the extreme amount of rage boiling through my senses as I stand in front of him, glaring with all the furiousness in my body. Just what the hell is his problem?"Oh good God," I grind my teeth together as I continue to stare at him with all the furiousness within me. Vincent gulps c and shakes his head before looking around him. "All that you are doing is just useless, you know that," he says. And then I raise an eyebrow at him. "Just quit the stubbornness and just let this slide, Ariana. Come clean and tell me what you know. You have someone you are keeping in there, and it's a child, isn
ARIANA'S POVI'm about to open my mouth to say something when Clara suddenly steps in in a very sharp boss lady mode walking towards us at full speed. I can tell she must have heard what has been going on and his extremely as infuriated as I am." I don't think I can bear any more of this. I think this has to end. How can you just walk into my client's home and begin to act like you are the boss of something? Get up from here if you don't want me to invoke the power of the law against you," she says. I look at her with wide eyes. "Oh my goodness, I never knew she had this in her. What exactly is she going to do?" I think to myself."And then what exactly do you plan on doing?" he asks. it was then that I realized that everything we do is just going to be useless. There's nothing we can do against him and he's just going to get the way with whatever pit we put him into. she finally sighs and shuts her eyes. "Okay fine, good lord, great, okay fine, can you please just let it go?" she
ARIANA'S POVI am completely infuriated. I don't even know what else to do or what to think right now. My current state is that position in which when someone is in it, the person feels like he or she should just pull his or her hair and tear it apart. I can't even begin to explain. I am just.....God. I want to grip his neck and tear him into a million pieces. I rake my fingers through my head and then shut my eyes, trying to take in a deep breath. My pulse is racing, and my heart is pounding so fast I can feel my veins throbbing within my skin as I clench my fists together and finally open my eyes to look at him. It is so hard. I don't even know what to say or what to do anymore. I just know that it's going to be impossible to go against him. God, he is relentless. This is just useless trying to have any sort of argument with him. I guess I will just have to let it go. I finally look at him and then sigh before folding my arms. I finally give up. I don't think I can continue with t
Vincent's POV The sight before me gets straight into my nerves, making me feel unsettled. My breathing becomes so hoarse as if I am struggling to catch my breath. As if I have something stuck in my throat. But it is evidence that it is the fury that is already tearing through my body. God knows that if he as much as attempts to touch a single hair on that little boy's body, I am not going to spare even his bones. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. Is at this point that I feel extremely powerless in ways that I never intended to feel. I can't let him do anything to that boy. The boy whom I just discovered a few days ago is my son. The son I have had for seven years without even knowing. This son I never grew up with. The son I never raised. All these endless, frustrating thoughts are making my anger increase exponentially deep down with me, but I'm struggling to keep my coal. Releasing my fury right now is not going to make every meeting get better. It's only going to mak
Vincent's POV I know that I shouldn't trust their judgment. These people who are with me right now, presently the most notorious criminals in the city, will have to present with the tactics they used to secure this attack. I will have to think wisely because whatever action I want to partake in. I cannot lose my guard and allow them to overpower me because of any stupidity of any sort. I continue to point the gun at the mafia who was previously holding me as he begins to lead me toward the place where they said my son had been kept. The man whom I had already suspected to be their boss was also leading the way ahead of him together with Fiona and another of his bodyguards who had been attempting to apprehend me all the while. The look Fiona is giving me let me know that she still has other tricks and tactics up her slave but I am not going to fall for it anymore. I am also going to show that I have my tricks stuck up in my sack of plans for all of them. They have no idea the e
Vincent's POVBang!!!!!The very loud, powerful, vibrating sound of a gunshot echoes loudly in my ears, almost making my ear drums blackout as I immediately sit up on the ground, placing my hand against my ear. That was so freaking loud. It felt as if my eardrums were about to explode. Who the hell had to guts to do that? I manage to lift my head and look at my surroundings while still placing my hand against my ear as if it could reduce the pain I am feeling. The images around me are a little bit blurry, and this makes me squint my eyelids for a little while, trying to process what I am looking at. "Welcome back to the land of the living Mr Vincent." A voice speaks up, and after a few minutes, the images are now a little bit clearer directly in front of me. The first image I see makes me frown immediately as I raise an eyebrow with shock not believing what I am looking at right now. "Flora?" I find myself saying softly but then she just rolls her eyes and looks away while scof
Ariana's POV I feel like a needle has just been pierced into my ears. What the hell... I don't understand.I don't get it. I look at him with excessive shock in my eyes and then squeeze my eyelids, my brain trying to process what I just heard.I must be in some sort of dream, right? He must have noticed my expression because he chuckles and then shakes his head before gazing down at the ground."I know this must be so hard for you to process because, well, anyone listening to this will think it's a very, very dumb idea, but I can assure you that it's the best thing to do. I am the only one that has the capability of helping you right now, Ariana, and what you just have to do is give me what I want."I shake my head with frustration." Okay, so can I ask a question." I request and he gestures towards me as if offering me the podium. "Yes of course. The floor is yours. Ask away. What do you want to know?" " Why do you want me to marry you?""Because Ariana, at this point, my min
Ariana's POV I know he has assured me that everything is going to be fine and I should relax and not let it get to my head.But God I can't help it. I seriously can't. I am 100% impatient as I continue to pace back and forth in endless stances all over every section and every nook and cranny of the large sitting room while Clara remains seated on the sofa with her legs also trembling, looking at me with a worried expression on her face."You have to calm down, Ariana, okay? worrying yourself this much is not going to make the situation even better." She says, but then I turn my face to look at her and watch as she immediately shuts her mouth, gazing at the ground."I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that" she replies immediately, and I can tell she is feeling extreme guilt for actually losing Liam when he was directly under her watch. But the Lord knows I can't blame her. I wasn't expecting her to be so strong enough to overpower powerful-looking strong kidnappers like that.I just
Vincent's POV What I am doing right now is extremely stupid, but call me crazy; I cannot let this type of situation just pass me by; this is my son we are talking about, so I am going to follow this marker to the last drop and ensure that everything goes the way it should.I and the officers are precisely stepping into an unknown territory, with our eyes all around us, trying to observe the surroundings and figure out any potential threat that may come out from nowhere.As per the phone call Ariana received, and the information we were able to gather from tracing the call, this is where the location came from. And we are all scrutinizing every way deeply, trying to figure out any single slight suspicion that might give us what we are looking for.The police officers gave me a gun, just in case the threat we are about to meet is much more deadly than we can anticipate. I don't need to be taught how to use it, it is something I am quite familiar with and have been an expert with for a
Ariana's POVHeavens know that I have never been in such heavy turmoil as the one I am right now. The confusion in my senses is extreme. I am not in my right senses as I scratch my fingers endlessly against my hair pacing about the sitting room with Clara following me every step I go to ensure that I don’t delve into the very deep pits of madness. Vincent is not around now, but well, I can’t blame him for not being here. He is just as troubled as I am. He had followed the officers with their investigation to make sure that things didn’t relent and they got to the bottom of this. I know he is going to do everything within his power to ensure that this goes well, even neglecting his own business, but, I can’t help a very strange dark feeling within me that tells me that this is only just the beginning, that this is just a tip of the iceberg and far worse things are about to come. I don’t understand and I don’t get it. Why are they doing this? Why? I keep thinking to myself as I gna
Vincent’s POVThe confusion and the frustration in my mind is beyond what I can comprehend. I am now relaxed back in my office, rubbing my palm through my forehead with a lot of thoughts racing through my mind. Ariana.She is the only person I can think of right now. I had thought that this method of trying to rescue her from her problems would have gotten her to soften towards me. But if not anything, she has gotten worse. I don’t know, I was hoping that maybe her feelings would be rekindled by the extreme sex experience we’ve been having. But she keeps distancing herself away from me even more. I don’t get it. Is she now just sleeping with me to satisfy her sexual needs, or what? I rake my fingers through my hair with frustration and then slam my palms against my table. What the hell am I even doing? Why the hell can’t I just for once stop thinking about her? It is just so hard. And then, there is the thought of that Alex fellow, who seems like he is relentless and bent on ge
Ariana's POVWithin a few minutes, I am back home to see Clara pacing up and down in the living room, looking as though the entire world has descended upon her. I took a deep breath and shut the door quite loudly to grab her attention because it seemed like she didn't notice me stepping in. She jolts and almost loses her footing the moment she hears that as she looks at me, stepping in with wide eyes. Okay, her reaction right now is frightening me because I have never seen Clara look this frightened or paranoid to this extent in my life before. I chuckle and step into the living room, dropping my bag against the sofa. "Never you ever scare me like that," she says loudly and I raise an eyebrow at her." I'm sorry, I had to. You look like you were lost in the world for a while so I felt like bringing back your attention." I say and watch as she chuckles nervously as if... Okay, that laugh looked kind of forced. She didn't have the intention to laugh. Something is wrong with her.