Lyra's POVI felt my whole body sink into the tempting xkaws of fear. My body ached, my legs went weak as I stared at thw door watching Tristan and thw sky smile on hia face.I kmew better than to assume that hebwas only bluffing because inhave exoreinced first hand how he kept tonhis words. There was nothing that woukd keep him from doing what he intended to do. And with this smile on his face thia deathky grin that he wore; a smile that showed his perfect teeth structure, the charming white color od his teeth anf the beautufual vurvature of hia lips.Though he possesed these features that woykd make him an undeniabke beauty, but when one glanced at him, all I coykd see was the atrocities he poured to the world, the pain he caused people around him and how eveil he was in his heart."I know you believe me when I say something like that" he said, "I've never been one to lie and you know it"."Tristan!" I cried, tears flowing from my eyes, "what donyou wabt drom me? Why are you so inte
Philip's POVIt stunned me that Eunice agreed to what Tessa had said. It seemed like her children were the only thing important to her. They were the only ones that she needed. She didn't care if she was banished or made to walk around naked; all she wanted was her children.She thoughtlessly agreed with the words: "I'll find Tristan for you, and you must get me my child," she said with authority, as if aiming to show she had power over anyone here.She wasn't even more powerful than Tessa; the only reason that, of course, Tessa would hold her in high regard was that she had practically been his mother when the real one left. Tessa also respected her for her age. She always marveled at how that woman who was this old could still look so young.But now everything was ruined. Everything, every form of respect she held for Eunice, it had turned into a war zone in her head as everything was being set ablaze.I saw Tessa walk toward me, and although I saw her already making her way to wher
Asher's POV:Why would Tristan save me?Although I had no reason to believe this man standing in front of me, seeing as his plan had been ruined by Tristan, and Tristan had not been the one who poisoned me nor paid him to do it, I was compelled to believe his words. Surely he possessed some level of contempt for the person who ruined his mission. When I looked into his eyes and saw how angry he looked, how dark his eyes were as he recollected all that had happened that day, I could say for certain that he actually did hate Tristan.Well, there were many other blonde men, and I couldn't jump to the possibility that the person who saved me from him was Tristan. Other than the fact that he was blonde, I needed a little bit more than his hair color. I needed to know something else that was specific."What else can you tell me other than the color of his hair?" I asked with stern, narrowed eyes, trying to make sure I looked imposing enough.From the way he reacted, which was actually nothi
Asher's POV:The advice wasn't that helpful, especially when I had already come to the realization about who he was talking about.A few days ago, I was sure that he wouldn't have been able to afford such an assassin, but looking at it from another angle and hearing those words from the assassin himself, I figured out the reason why I had been in the dark for this long.It was Kaden. It had to be him.There wasn't another person who hates me so much that could have wanted me dead. He was the only one with the means to be able to escape from me like a snake slithering through my fingers. Having lived in the mansion with me, grown up there, he surely knew some secret doors that most servants were clueless about, and with that knowledge, such Kaden must've gotten someone to poison me.However, I had been poisoned outside; it hadn't been in this house.But did that mean that the suspect list had changed?Definitely not. Kaden was still up the list, or rather, he was the only one there.I
Asher's POV:Everything in me was screaming not to believe his words. Kaden had a proclivity to tell lies. Just like Tristan, there was nothing in him that would testify that he was telling the truth, nothing in him could even speak the truth. Instead, his tongue was made only to tell lies.And though the expression on his face mirrored one of confusion; with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darting around as if anyone around could give him a befitting explanation. But I knew it was a farce; everything about Kaden was a farce from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, he was carved in lies.As the seconds turned to minutes, so did my patience start to disappear and metamorphose into rage. The more he kept up with this act of not knowing anything, I was simply getting angry. I was getting so outraged I needed to punch something.So I grabbed his shirt.I was taller than him even prior to this, and I was probably only by a few inches. But somehow, it felt as if I had gained
Philip's POVWhat was I supposed to do?What could I do to a man I used to consider my soulmate? My kin?I had loved this man that was bringing me so much pain and troubles. He used to be my comfort, the only place where I could totally be myself without getting judged or attacked. He had his shortcomings generally, but he was my friend, he was the most important person to me, and my family didn't even come close. Well, except Eunice.Eunice.There were no words to describe how I was feeling, but was I going to indulge in those feelings? Definitely not. I was never going to allow myself to get overwhelmed by my thoughts. Such misfortunes, such betrayal were common in a man's life. There was nowhere that it was written that your family wouldn't hurt you, and my family had brought me so much pain.I can't even mention my sister.And with this pain, I was still supposed to defend my newfound family; I was supposed to do something against my best friend.Granted, when it came to skill and
Asher's POV:The mansion I was standing in front of was grandiose, even bigger than mine. There were flowers growing on the walls, trees placed only a few feet away from the mansion itself, surrounding it as if making a barricade. The windows on the walls were large, making the design of the place more fetching.There had been rumors that this place had been bought rather than built by the owner, and surely, I was beginning to believe it.The structure of the place seemed firm and quite sturdy, looking as if it had aged. There was a fountain only a few feet away from me, and the rushing water was almost loud. Almost.The guard leading me inside was generous enough to wait so I could soak in the beauty of this mansion. It was really one of a kind; the rumors were honestly cruel; they didn't do it appropriate justice.I didn't want to appear like my own place was bad because it wasn't, but standing there like a statue, gawking at the marvelous building, was surely going to send the wron
Philip's POV:Tessa and Michelle stood before me; they were both trying so hard not to look at each other in the eyes. I knew their hands were aching to touch each other, to feel their skin against each other's.Their relationship had happened so suddenly and unexpectedly, and I was sure it was built only on passion because Tessa was a very passionate woman.The two of them had their eyes on the floor, waiting for me to speak up. Earlier, Tessa had made it known to me that going alone to search for the children was going to be hard for her as she was clueless about where to start and would love to have someone with her.Of course, I proposed Matt, but she instantly refused and said that there was no way she was doing the mission with a statue.Her response had been shocking because this was a man she used to be hopelessly in love with, and now she was suddenly tired of him, having no affection for him but respect because he was their leader.I shook my head at the memory, how she had