Eve's POV
"You'll come?" Anabelle asked and I nodded, gripping the phone tightly against my ears. Was I sure about this? Tom could come anytime and I would be done for!
And in the past one week, when had Tom ever come home early? The rebellious voice in my head snapped. When has he?! This is your one chance!
It was. I ought to be stronger than this right? Besides, I wasn't planning on staying so long. I just wanted to have a normal day, for once. It had been ten years since I had been enslaved to Tom. Ten solid years with little human interaction and just these four walls to keep me company. My world wss bleak. Too bleak.
I had one chance to go out, I ought to grab it by the horns.
"I'll come," I mumbled. "We just... We can't go too far," I said, feeling my stomach turn queasy at the thought of going out on my own.
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Eve's POVTurns out we weren't going far at all. Anabelle had listened and I couldn't be more grateful."Found this place while I was trying to do a U-turn," Anabelle explained as she swerved into the car park. It was a mini cafe named Mortys. It was so cute and I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it along the road. I had lived in that estate for some years.Granted I didn't go out much, but that didn't mean I shouldn't have noticed a cafe by the street."I'm sure you've come here sometimes," Anabelle mumbled, looking apologetic. "I just wanted a place where we can see the estate gate from a distance because I know you'll spend the entire time worrying about getting home unscathed.""I never knew this place existed," I chuckled at the look of horror on her face. "Thank you for considering my anxiety though."."How do you no
Author's POVIt was easy, he decided, running his hand on the rim of the glass as he watched the people.of New York jump and dance to a song that literally had no lyrics and was all rhythm.It was easy to fool humans. To make them yearn for something right within their reach. It was easy to make them do one's bidding. As long as one knew how to and what buttons to press.There in the crowd from the height where he stood, he could hear the chatterings, the laughter, the gossiping friends and those who were drunk as hell. He could hear everything.Yet Micheal Hamilton felt nothing.Nothing for the humans lying down around the place, drunk, lost and looking for an excuse to live. He felt nothing for the bartenders who had to weave through the crowd of hungry, thirsty drunks while making sure the drinks remained in the glass cups they hoisted
Author's POVThe man dropped dead, his body hitting the ground with a thump. There were several other bodies scattered around him and they all had a clean shot to the head.It was a cold night. The wind whipped around Micheal's jacket as he stared down at the bodies sprawled on the floor. This was the heart of New York city. A place with tall skyscrapers that looked like they would kiss the sky.He stood on one of them, dressed in a hooded black coat and with a sniper set up, glaring into the distance."Target confirmed dead," The earpiece in his ear rang with someone's voice."I know, Andy. I killed the bastard," Micheal said dryly, feeling annoyed.Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. He had taken bourbon because it didn't make him tipsy easily. But it seemed it made him feel his emotions in a h
Adam's POV"Good morning Mr Stone!"Paula. Her voice rang through the house and I groaned. She had been way too active ever since she had come back from her break. I tugged at my tie,keeping a straight face as I knotted it in the mirror.Was she always this active? I didn't remember her being this active. Hell half the time I forgot she was there. She was always so quiet and demure and in the background.But lately all I had been getting were yells and loud clashing of pans and shit in the kitchen. I hadn't said a word because I thought that perhaps she felt awkward for her behavior the last time. But it was getting too damned much and I was close to the end of the fucking rope.I gave the tie one final tug, satisfied with how it looked and walked out of the bedroom. Right there in the hallway, not so far from my bedroom was my maid Paula
Adam's POVBy the end of the day, I was tired. I sat in my office, staring at a document without seeing a single thing. After all the hard work I had done in the past week, one would think my work should have lessened considerably. But more and more work piled up.I glanced at my watch. It was the last six. Dinner was at eight with Mother and Anabelle. My sister had insisted that she would go with me. I had a niggling feeling it was because of Matt.She hadn't seen him in a while, I was sure. Unless, they'd been sneaking around meeting each other. I paused at the thought and laughed. Matt would never do that. He always looked like he was terrified of her.But he likes her. You know that, a voice in my head nagged. You saw the way he looked at Anabelle at the mall.I shook my head, not willing to accommoda
Adam's POVAnabelle's words were jarring.'You're just as selfish as father'"Selfish?" I hissed, storming towards the mirror. "I had stayed away because I didn't want to be selfish, dammit! I had stayed away because I didn't want to be like you!"The reflection that stared back at me was his face. The hair. The eyes. It was all my father's!"I have lived everyday, every single day, trying not to live like you did! And yet I cannot escape you! I can never escape you, you bastard!"I could swear he grinned at me. He must be feeling so fucking triumphant. He'd passed his stupid legacy to me and here I was suffering for it all! I wanted a woman that wasn't mine. That wouldn't be mine! I wanted her with a madness that consumed me yet I stayed away.But she waited. Anabelle said she waited for me. For me.
Eve's POV"No," I replied, trembling as I tried to keep still. It was way too early to be on the phone.It was five in the morning. Tom was asleep in bed, he had come home late last night as usual. I tried to sneak out of the bed quietly. Left undisturbed he ought to sleep for at least an hour more. The phone vibrated in my hands and I clutched it tightly, sneaking out of the bedroom. Only when I was in the kitchen did I allow myself to breathe easy."Why," it was a simple straight and direct question and yet it made me giggle. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible as I texted back a reply."It's early. Tom's still around. I can't call now Adam,""When can you!?"Another giggle and I could feel the sensible part of myself glaring daggers at me. What the heck was wrong with me? Oh who
Adam's POV"I'm sorry," I muttered over and over, ignoring the squeeze in my chest. The ache that deepened and spread to every fiber of my body.I hadn't expected to hear her cry. She sounded so weak. So fragile."I'm sorry baby,"That only made her cry harder and I felt like a jackass. I was in the office, ready for another day of work. But hell I had been excited since when I'd woken up. Of course it had been crazy to think that I could call her that early. But that was the problem. I hadn't been thinking. Once she'd texted back, I'd just wanted to hear her voice as soon as possible.It had been hell waiting. It was past nine and yet it felt like I had waited for a long long time. And though hearing her voice was worth the wait, I wish she wasn't so sad."I should have called. I know. I'm sorry. I have n