*********Atlas Pov******* After arriving at my room, all I felt was raw rage as I paced around the room. Then I stopped at my nightstand, picked up the lamb, and tossed it at my mirror, watching it smash into it, and the glass shattered into pieces. My heart hurt more than my anger would allow me to acknowledge. But I felt broken over the fact that happened to us. How can you go from loving to hating someone because the truth is that I don't know that Sensing the rise in my heartbeat, I grabbed my pillow off the bed, tossing it to relieve myself from the anger burning in me. But it only made me annoyed when it landed on the floor. After everything we have shared and been through, she lied to me and trampled on my emotions. Everything about her, including her name, was a lie. It felt frustrating to know that I was in love with a stranger all along. Even though that was our actual case, I thought that I knew her and that our feelings for each other were real. But just like everythi
The room remained silent for a while as I continued to stare at Lilith, wondering if all answers were going to be sincere or not. Even though I had so many things to ask her, my first question was, "When did you realize that my uncles wanted to kill me?" For a moment, she said nothing and simply stared at me with gentle eyes. Then she finally sighed and said, "The first time we met. The guy that entered your room that night and tried to assassinate you was an assassin hired by Lex to kill you after he had gotten you wasted with alcohol." Even though I refuse to say it out loud, it seems logical now that I think about it. Uncle Lex really wanted me to get drunk that day and he was oddly persistent about me drinking and not a Lilith. Also, he was kind of a bit weird when Aria asked him if he knew the guy. "So you killed Lex based on some random stranger entering my room and trying to kill me. It could have been anyone who wanted me dead and paid that guy to do it." I asked, raising
Dragging his gaze away from me, Victor scratched his arm and mumbled, "What do you mean by how well do I know Aria? Wait, who is Lilith?" From his expression, I couldn't tell if he seriously didn't know her actual name, if that's her actual name, or if he was just trying to play dumb to through me off topics. Right now, I don't even know who I should be trusting because my entire life has been built on lies. "Aria, how well do you know her?" I repeated myself, holding back my anger. With his head stuck to the left, he kept himself from looking at me and said, "How should I know? You were the one who accepted her into this house, made her your bodyguard, and fell in love with her. I should be the one asking you that question." "Is that so," I mumbled, losing grip of my anger slowly. "Look at me, Victor!" For a moment, he didn't move. Then Victor gradually turned his head and faced me before mumbling, "What is this about, Atlas? I don't know Aria more than you do!" But he was no
Avoiding the sunlight, I rolled over in bed, kicking the bedsheet off me. From the moment Atlas left my room, I had not been able to put my mind at rest or get a night of proper sleep. Shutting my eyelid, I allowed myself to drown in the pain from the hurt that I felt and feel every tiny bit of guilt. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on my room door, and I forced myself to open my eyes. For a while, I lay still, wanting to crawl into a hole and stay there. "Bang!" Feeling a bit annoyed, I sat up, resting my back against the headboard as I turned my head to stare at the door, feeling too drained to utter a word. "Who is it?" I finally gained the strength to say, feeling hesitant to leave the bed. "My boss asked that you come to the dining room," Maria's voice echoed from the other end of the door. "What for?" I called out in a calm tone. Not this morning, I didn't want to see him this early. The last heartache hasn't healed yet, and I didn't want to experience more. After dragg
As Altas and I sat at the table in the conference room, I kept my gaze directly at the wall clock, which shorthand rested at two, and the longhand was at twelve. So far, all I could think of was ways to fix the mess that has been made. I could try to run away and not look back, or I could help save his soul before he became another Mitch. Suddenly the conference door opened, and a guy walked in with a folder. After arriving at the company this morning, I have seen him a couple of times. "Boss, this is the report. I have to redo it like you ask." He said, staring nervously at Atlas. Since this morning, he had been on the edge, and I understood why he was, but his behavior was kind of pissing me off. With a stiff expression, Atlas took the document, scanned through it, and then threw it to the floor before angrily staring at the director of accounting "Do it again!" Atlas coldly stated. Frowning, I stared at those around the table, and all his employees immediately bent their hea
When we finally got home that afternoon and walked into the hallway, my phone kept buzzing, and I was kind of glad that it was on silent even though I felt annoyed. The organization had been ringing my line like crazy, and I felt like my time was running out. But how was I supposed to leave Atlas in such a mess-up state and abandon him? Won't I just be making the situation worse? As we walked down the hallway, there was only silence between us. But then when I was about to head upstairs, Atlas grabbed my arm and asked, "Are you not going to answer the call?" Meeting his eyes, I paused before saying, "The call doesn't concern you. So how about you stay out of it." "I thought you wanted to protect me. Is it wrong for me to do it myself!" Atlas said, his eyes a bit calmer. "Can I head upstairs? I'm tired." "Lilith, I Without waiting for a response from Atlas, I walked past him. But he grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. Then he rested his palms on my arms and slowly turne
A feeling of annoyance overwhelmed me as I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. After everything we had been through, I thought she was going to be the last person to abandon me at my weakest. But she did, just like my parents. What I felt for Lilith was nothing that I have ever felt before and now that she's gone, I felt darkness cloud my mind and my thirst for revenge becoming stronger. Suddenly, my room door opened, and I gazed to the left, staring at Victor, walking into my room. Then he hesitated for a moment as he stopped in his tracks before saying, "You allow her to leave?" Frowning, I pushed the sheet off me and sat up in bed, resting my feet against the cold tiles. “What was I supposed to do? Put a chain around her feet and allow her to not leave." I mumbled. "Lilith doesn't like to be caged. This is my way of setting her free." There was a long silence in the room. Then Victor sighed and said, "Tony is here to see you." "Tell him that I will be down with him i
As the room hung heavy with tension, I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, scrutinizing my every move and word. But beneath their facade of composure, I could sense their unease, their fear flickering like a hidden flame.With calculated calmness, I leaned back on the couch, my eyes locking onto each of my uncles in turn. Their collective presence seemed suffocating, but I remained composed, playing the role of the innocent nephew seeking justice."I know who killed my parents," I declared, letting the words hang in the air, savoring the moment of uncertainty that washed over them.Uncle Robert, always the one to challenge, attempted to dismiss my claim with a laugh, but his eyes betrayed a hint of apprehension. His reaction confirmed what I already suspected—they were not as confident in their deception as they appeared."Atlas, don't be insane. Your parents' death was an accident!" Robert retorted, trying to maintain control of the situation.I met his gaze evenly, allowing