Allison's POV.I stepped out of my car and walked into the lively buzz of downtown. Edward Blackwood’s insistence on a second date had caught me off guard, but curiosity and a bit of intrigue led me to agree. The restaurant I was headed to was a sophisticated blend of modern and classic, its ambiance set just right for a conversation that I knew would be more than just small talk.Edward was already waiting for me when I arrived, standing by the entrance with an easy, confident smile. He was dressed in a dark suit, his demeanor effortlessly suave. I had to admit, there was something disarmingly charming about him. “Good evening, Allison,” he greeted, his voice smooth and inviting as he took my coat and handed it to the hostess. “I’m glad you could make it.”“Evening, Edward,” I replied, matching his smile with one of my own. “Thanks for the invite. This place looks amazing.”We were seated at a private table by the window, overlooking the city lights. The waiter brought us drinks—a
Williams POV.I was deep in the trenches of paperwork, the endless array of financial reports and legal documents offering a rare distraction from the storm of emotions swirling in my mind. The numbers and figures provided a temporary escape, a fragile sanctuary from the turmoil that seemed to define my life lately.It was late and quiet, just as I wanted it to be.Suddenly, the silence was shattered when Jonathan, my assistant, burst through the door, looking disheveled and nearly breathless. His appearance was enough to pull me sharply from my focus. “William, I need to tell you something urgent,” Jonathan gasped, his voice strained.I glanced up, my brows knitting together in concern. “Jonathan, what’s going on? You look like you’ve been running a marathon.”He took a moment to steady his breath, his eyes wide with something I couldn’t immediately place. “It’s about Allison. She was shot tonight.”The words hit me like a sledgehammer. My heart dropped, and I struggled to process t
Jessica's POV.The phone rang, slicing through the oppressive silence of my small, dingy studio apartment. I glanced at the screen: it was the man I had hired, Sam. My heart raced, both from the tension of the moment and from the residual effects of my recent upheaval. I swiped to answer.“Sam,” I said, my voice tight with anxiety and anticipation. “Did you do it?”“Jessica,” he replied, his voice gruff and measured, “the job is done. I made sure she wouldn’t survive.”I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was quickly followed by a gnawing frustration. “Are you sure? I don’t want any mistakes.”“Yes,” Sam assured me. “The shot was fatal. She won’t be coming back from this.”“Good,” I said, letting out a shaky breath. “Finally.”As the call ended, I tossed my phone onto the cluttered coffee table and sank onto the worn-out couch. I closed my eyes, letting the sense of victory settle over me. After everything that had happened—losing my job, my reputation in tatters, and facing c
William's POV.I had been at the hospital for hours, my mind racing with a thousand endless thoughts. Allison had been shot. The mere thought of it twisted my insides like a cruel joke. I hadn't slept a wink. The waiting room was as sterile and impersonal as ever, an opposite to the chaotic turmoil inside me. The doctors had told me that the bullets had struck her in her back and arm—dangerous places, but she had somehow managed to survive. They said she was stable now, but the uncertainty of when she would wake up was striking at my sanity.I paced back and forth, feeling the cold tile beneath my feet. My thoughts kept drifting back to the news from Jonathan—Allison had been shot, and I had almost lost her to the cold chains of death just when I was about to let go. Every time I tried to sit, the anxiety drove me up again. The medicinal smell of the hospital seemed to choke me, adding to the oppressive weight of worry I felt.Edward Blackwood was still here, refusing to leave. He wa
Allison's POV.I drifted in and out of consciousness, finding myself in a place that felt both familiar and completely foreign. It was as if I were suspended between realities, unable to fully grasp where I was or how I had gotten here.In one moment, I was back with Williams, living in a dream-like version of our past. We were in the warm embrace of a cozy home, surrounded by the laughter of our four children. I could see myself, fat Seraphina, running through the house with the kids, my heart swelling with joy as Williams looked on with a proud smile. We aged together, our love was like a thread weaving through our lives. We celebrated anniversaries, birthdays, and quiet moments of contentment. Everything seemed so perfect, so right. I could almost feel the comforting weight of it all. But then, like a flicker of a dream fading upon waking, the scene shifted.In the blink of an eye, I was transported to a medieval era, living as a princess in a grand, opulent castle. My life was on
Allison's POV.I was sitting upright in my hospital bed, feeling every bit of the pain from my injuries. The dull ache in my back and the sharp sting in my arm made me feel like I’d been through a blender and then carefully put back together. The medications had eased some of the pain, but my body still felt heavy and bruised.The door creaked open, and Viktoh, Mia, and two other team members walked in. Viktoh was his usual composed self, but I could see the concern in his eyes. Mia looked worried but was trying to hide it behind a brave face. The other two, Alex and Ryan, followed them in, both looking serious and ready for business.“Hey, Allison,” Mia said softly as she took a seat next to my bed. “How are you feeling?”“Like I’ve been run over,” I replied, attempting a small smile. “But I’m alive, so that’s something.”Viktoh took the chair across from me, his face lined with concentration. “We need to figure out who did this and why. This attack seems too precise to be random.
Edward's POVSeeing Williams slither back into Allison's life like some snake after she got shot made my blood boil. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd have to endure his presence again, especially not in such a vulnerable situation. The same bastard who tried to bribe me to stay away from Allison, the rich, insensitive slime who shattered her heart and left her broken. I wanted nothing more than to put my fist through his face and knock some sense into him, but I couldn't afford to lose control—not then, not when Allison needed stability.Every time I saw him, my anger flared. It was like he’d been given a free pass to waltz back into her life, like nothing ever happened. Each encounter with him felt like a direct affront, a taunt. This man, who used his wealth and power to screw over Allison, now stood there looking all concerned, trying to play the hero. It was infuriating.I had to keep my cool, though. For Allison's sake. She’d been through enough, and I couldn’t let m
Allison's POV.The room felt lighter after Edward left. With him gone, it was just Williams and me. He looked relieved but still worried. I could see he was tired.“Allison,” Williams said softly as he sat by my bed. “I know you’re awake now, but—”I interrupted him gently. “Williams, you don’t need to stay here. You have other things to do—your companies, your life. I’m sure you’re uncomfortable.”Williams looked like he was about to argue. “I’m not trying to win you back, Allison. I just—”I shook my head and gave a tired smile. “I’m not dead. It’s time for you to go. You’re just standing here, and I bet you’re not comfortable. You can come back later, but you don’t need to stay now.”Williams opened his mouth to protest, but his phone rang loudly. He glanced at the screen, his face turning serious. “I need to take this,” he said, and he walked away from my side.I watched him leave, and the room fell silent. I thought about the dream I had while I was under anesthesia. My father’s
Allison's POV.Two months had passed since that nightmare, and Jessica was finally where she belonged: back in prison. Turns out, she had escaped with the help of her five-star general brother, James. But justice had a way of catching up to people like her. She was given more life sentences, no chance of parole this time, and James? Stripped of his rank, kicked out of the military, and sentenced to 15 years behind bars. The news was the most satisfying thing I’d heard in a long time.And Viktor Romanov? He couldn’t take the heat. The torture got to him. He’d ended his own life rather than face more of what was coming to him. It was hard to feel anything for him, knowing what he’d done to me, but at least that chapter was closed.I was still healing, but at least I was on my feet again. Viktoh had given me a six-month leave, after everything I’d suffered, and I wasn’t about to argue. I needed the time away. Time to breathe, to heal, to focus on what truly mattered.And today, it was ti
Allison's POV.My chest tightened, but I forced myself to sit up straighter. She shouldn’t be here. "You’re supposed to be in prison," I said, my voice steady despite the flood of memories—memories of how she had turned my life upside down, destroyed everything I had with Williams, and left me broken in more ways than one.Jessica’s smile only widened, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I got out." Her tone was casual, like she was discussing the weather. She stepped closer, and I could feel the venom between us. This woman… she had ruined everything. She had turned Williams against me, manipulated him, and made sure I lost our baby that night when I ran through the rain, heartbroken. That accident had ripped my world apart, and Jessica’s hands were all over it.And even after I came back, stronger and more dangerous than before, Jessica hadn’t stopped. She had tried to kill me more times than I could count. The desperation in her had reached insane levels, trying to trap Williams with
Allison’s POVThe steady beeping of the machines was the only sound filling the room, but I couldn’t focus on it. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, making the sterile hospital walls seem even colder. My body ached in ways I hadn’t known were possible, but I was alive. I was here.The door creaked open softly, and I turned my head. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw him—Williams, standing in the doorway, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. Was it relief? Concern?He stepped inside, his movements tentative, like he wasn’t sure if he should be here. His gaze swept over me, taking in the IVs, the bruises, the bandages. I could tell he was trying to hold it together, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.“Williams,” I whispered, my voice was shaky and low. I watched as he came closer, his eyes scanning my face. There was something in his expression I hadn't seen before—a softness, a vulnerability. When he reached my bedside, I
Jessica's POV.“Jessica?”I smirked as his voice rang through the office, laced with confusion. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected me. I slowly pulled back the hood of my jacket, revealing my face. His eyes widened, disbelief washing over his usually composed expression."Surprised to see me?" I asked, my voice light, teasing. I watched him carefully, savoring every second of his stunned reaction. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing at first, his sharp gaze piercing into me like daggers."I was released last week." I gave him a coy smile, stepping further into the office, the click of my heels sounding in the silence. His office was just as I remembered it—cold, impersonal, like the man who sat behind the desk. But I wasn’t here for the decor.Williams’s face remained hardened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—anger, or maybe it was disgust. Either way, I had expected it.“What do you want, Jessica?” His voice was firm, devoid of any warmth or welcome.
Allison's POV.I blinked against the sterile light filtering in through the window, the room coming into focus in slow, painful waves. My body ached, every inch of me reminding me of what I had been through. But the confusion in my mind was worse. I didn’t know where I was, or how I had gotten here. The hospital.The smell of antiseptic, the steady beeping of machines—it was unmistakable. I was in a hospital bed, covered in bandages, weak and barely able to move. I tried to piece together how I’d ended up here. The last thing I remembered was Viktor, his cold, merciless eyes glaring down at me as his men... My stomach twisted at the memory. The torture, the pain. It was all too vivid, too raw.How did I survive?I shifted slightly, wincing as the pain flared across my ribs. That’s when I noticed Mia, fast asleep in the chair beside me, her head resting awkwardly on the armrest. She looked exhausted, her hair messy, dark circles under her eyes. “Mia?” My voice came out hoarse, barely
Williams POV.The world outside the ambulance blurred as we sped toward the hospital. My heart was pounding, faster than it ever had before. Mia sat across from me, her eyes wide and focused on Allison’s frail form, but all I could do was hold her hand, feeling the warmth slowly fade from her skin.“Allison, hold on,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. Her chest barely moved, her breaths shallow and ragged. I gripped her hand tighter, my throat burning. I was losing her.Mia’s voice cut through the suffocating silence, soft but steady. “She’s strong, Williams. She’ll pull through.”I didn’t answer. The weight of everything bore down on me like a heavy stone pressing against my chest. Her bruised face was a reminder of what they had done. Of what I couldn’t protect her from. Every bump in the road felt like a countdown.As we reached the hospital, paramedics rushed to pull her stretcher out, shouting medical jargon I couldn’t understand. My legs felt weak as I at my side, but my
Williams POV.The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air. The gunfire was deafening, bullets ricocheting off the metal walls of the factory. I could barely hear Viktoh shouting orders to the team, but my eyes were locked on one thing. Her.Allison.She was barely seen through the smoke and chaos, slumped in a chair in the middle of the room, her body bound and battered. Blood stained her clothes, her face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition. It was as if someone had taken all the light out of her. My heart stopped.Viktor Romanov and his men were hunkered down, exchanging fire with Edward and the rest of the team. Edward was pushing forward with calculated aggression, taking out one of Viktor’s men before he had a chance to reload. Viktoh's men moved in, flanking the room, trapping Viktor’s crew.“Take them down!” Viktoh shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.Romanov’s eyes flicked to me for just a second, a twisted smile playing on his lips. He knew what he had don
Williams POV.Five days. Five long, agonizing days since Allison disappeared. And now, I was standing in warehouse next to the one man I despised more than anything—Edward Blackwood. The fact that I even agreed to work with him felt like a betrayal of my own pride, but this was about Allison, not me. I reminded myself of that, over and over.Allison.She was out there, somewhere, in Viktor Romanov’s hands. And if anyone could survive what that monster was capable of, it was her. She was a fighter. I knew it. But as each day passed, doubt began to creep into my mind.I looked at Edward out of the corner of my eye. His jaw was clenched so tight, I could see the muscles twitching in his face. The man was a damn brute, always had been. But there was no denying he was useful in moments like these. He didn’t just sit back and wait for things to fall into place like most people. He took action, even if that action was reckless.Right now, we needed that recklessness."Tell me what you know,
Allison's POV.The pain had no beginning or end. It was everywhere, all at once. I couldn’t tell if my heart was racing or if it had stopped altogether, but I felt the rhythm of agony pulsing through every nerve in my body. My wrists were raw from the ropes that bound me, and I could feel blood pooling beneath me where the chair had already cut into my skin. I barely registered the cold, metallic floor beneath me anymore; all I could feel was the endless, burning pain.Viktor’s shadow was over me, the twisted grin on his face searing itself into my memory. He wasn’t done. I knew it. He was just getting started. Every time I thought I couldn’t take more, he found a new way to make me suffer."Bring her back," he commanded, his voice sharp and cruel. He gestured to one of his men with a flick of his wrist. "I want to hear her scream."A ragged breath left my lips, a pitiful sound I hated myself for making. I tried to prepare myself, tried to push the pain away, but when I saw what the m