Vanya's POV"Are you okay?"I lowered the bottle of wine from my lips and turned to look at Marco. He was dressed in pajamas, probably about to go to bed. "I'm fine." I replied, bringing the bottle back up to my lips. He walked out and came closer to me. "That's a lot of bottles," He said. I turned and looked at the bottles of wine strewn on the floor beside me. "I'll get more tomorrow." I said, chugging down more wine. I could barely taste the wine against my numbed tongue. I can't tell how many bottles I've chugged down. I can't even feel the alcohol. Sometimes I wish it was easy to get drunk. But unfortunately I have high alcohol tolerance. "Can I join you?" Marco asked."Sure" I replied with a noncommittal shrug. He sat beside me on the floor, leaning his back up against the wall. I passed the bottle to him which he kindly declined. I turned my gaze back to the night sky filled with stars. My thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once. I can't even start to process what I f
Cian's POV:I watched the search bar come up empty for the second time even after I had used a different set of keywords this time.Vanya Jacob. I couldn't find her online. No Instagram, no Facebook, nothing. It's like her life didn't exist online. Or maybe it had all been wiped away, I couldn't be sure.I searched again, to be sure.No search results found.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. This is really annoying. Why can't I find anything about her?! Anything at all!Behind me I heard the bed rustling, a sign that Josephine was awake. "What are you doing up this late?" She asked, her voice still sleepy."Working." I answered, typing out a new set of keywords. "Go to bed. I'll join you soon.""You said that fifteen minutes ago." Josephine whined. She tapped his side of the bed aggressively. "Come on baby, come to bed with me."I didn't reply. Again no search results found. I sighed in frustration and slammed the laptop shut. I knew I should have gotten her contact that
Vanya's POV:I shovelled a large spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. The cold numbed my tongue, it's sweetness invading my senses to the point all I could taste was cold and artificial strawberry flavour. I looked down at the bowl, it was half empty. The ice cream had began to melt, the neat halves of strawberry and vanilla blurring into one another.It's still night. I still can't sleep. After I had cried like a baby in Marco's arms, I felt very hungry. So I went to the kitchen and raided the fridge. All I could find was food items, milk, tea, lemonade. I was fully ready to go out by one am and buy ice cream until I found a bucket of it stashed behind all the boring food items. I rejoiced inside of me and took the bucket out. I made a mental note to replace it tomorrow morning. But for now, I get to give in to my indulgence.I ate another large spoon. My head started to hurt, the freeze going up to my brain. I hissed in pain, my eyes squeezing tightly. I waited a few seconds for th
Vanya's POVI thought the mall would be empty today, being it was a Sunday afternoon. To my greatest surprise it was bustling with life. Couples and families were spotted all around. The hum of conversations hung in the air along with the crappy mall music that blasted through the speakers. I had intended to get some groceries done and maybe get some small gifts for the twins too.I had stayed up two more hours before I went to sleep. After two and a half hours, I woke up from a nightmare I can't remember. This morning I concluded I looked like shit. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my skin had lost its rosy hue. I felt sick from the alcohol I had chugged down all evening. Plus the excess sugar from the ice cream. I feel terrible right now. Which is why I wore the baggiest clothes I had, a t-shirt that I snuck out of Marco's wardrobe when he wasn't looking. On my head was a baseball hat that hid my unbrushed hair. And on my face were huge sunglasses.I hadn't expected so many
Vanya's POV"Well, this has been very nice. But I have to go." I said, clapping my hands. "So soon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "But I've only just met you. How about this, we have lunch together?"My stomach twisted. Whether in disgust that he was asking me out to lunch, or in nausea from the indulgence I had last night, I wasn't sure. All I was sure of was the fact that my stomach twisted at the mention of lunch."No thank you," I said. "I'm not hungry. And I don't want to have lunch with you.""Which is it?""What?""Which is it, Vanya? You're not hungry, or you're still mad at me?""Whoever said I was mad at you?" I asked. I finally folded my arms, and I could only imagine what I looked like right now. With the baseball hat and the glasses and the baggy clothes. "Why don't...hold on," He reached out and grabbed the sunglasses off my face. Before I could protest, he held it behind him. "Finally I can see those lovely eyes of yours."My face turned bright red. "Cian,
Vanya's povI sat down on Marco's bed. It felt stiff. I pulled a pillow to my chest and held it close. Inside the drawer I had just opened were three thick leather bound books. I picked out one of them.Engraved in gold letters on the cover page of the thick brown leather were the letters; "Journal of Jacob King."My father.My eyes widened. I had never imagined that my father would have kept journals. Isn't that the fancy word for diary? Like an older people's kind of diary?Still I opened up the journal. The first page of it was just him talking about normal mundane stuff. Until I turned the page and kept turning it.Each new page I turned to, make my heart drop even more and my eyes widen even more.Everything I thought I knew about my father was being questioned right now. I had no idea he kept a record of this part of him. I had completely no idea.A loud noise startled me, causing me to slam the journal shut and jump in fright. I jumped out of Marco's bed. I hadn't even realized
3rd person POV:"Sir, you sent for me?"Cian looked up from his computer screen to see David, his head of security. "Yes, I have a sensitive job for you."David clasped his hands together. "What will you have me do?"Cian stared at the blank computer screen in front of him. Ever since he had seen Vanya at the mall just yesterday, he couldn't get his mind off of her. Something about her had changed. He knew it. It was in her aura, the way she no longer walked around so unsure of herself. The way she held her head high even when she was dressed like a hobo on a Sunday afternoon in the mall where everyone could see her. It was the way she matched him word for word instead of turning red and stuttering whenever he spoke to her. Something was up with her. And he wanted to know all about it.All night she had been all he could think about. Vanya, he couldn't get her name out of her head. He couldn't get her face out of his head."You're to follow Vanya," He said. David's brow shot up. Ci
3rd person POV:The ringing of his phone stirred Cian up from his sleep. Anger coursed through him immediately. He got out of bed and stared at the digital clock on his nightstandThree twenty in the fucking morning. Who the hell was calling him by this time?Cian picked up his phone and glanced on the screen. The caller ID flashing even made him angrier."Someone better be dying for you to call me by this time, David." Cian snapped the moment he picked up the call. "Yes. It's Vanya." David said.Cian jumped out of bed. "What the fuck is going on?!"David went silent. Cian brought the phone down and glanced at the screen to make sure that he was still on the call with David."David?" He snapped. "What the fuck is going on there?! Where are you?"Josephine stirred in bed, groaning softly. Cian turned to looked at her, she was still asleep. She turned over to his side of the bed and grabbed his pillow. Cian turned away and headed to the balcony. The night was cold, goosebumps covering