Ayva’s POVI woke up to find myself bound to a chair on the rooftop of a building. The cold night air was biting at my skin, and panic surged through my veins as I struggled against the tight ropes restraining me. I was scared and confused, wondering who was responsible and why I was there.Frantically, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Although the place didn't seem familiar, I could tell I was still in New York. Long shadows moved across the rooftop, adding to the eerie atmosphere. But there was no sign of my captor, no indication of where exactly I was. I also realized that my purse and phone were missing."Is anyone there?" I yelled, my voice filled with fear. "Someone, please help!" My sense of dread heightened with each passing moment.I wriggled in the chair, desperately trying to escape the tight ropes that were digging into my skin. I needed to free myself before my captor returned and carried out whatever twisted plans they had in store for me.As I
Ayva’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I cautiously approached the edge of the rooftop. With trembling hands, I gripped the railing tightly, my knuckles turning white with fear. I peered over the edge, my eyes scanning the scene below, desperately searching for any signs of life.But my worst fears were realized. Clarkson's body lay motionless on the ground, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and a pool of blood spreading beneath him. The sight was horrifying, and a wave of nausea washed over me, my stomach churning with disbelief and horror."No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. "This can't be happening."Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy before me. My mind was in a state of shock, unable to process the reality of what had just occurred.For a moment, I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the gruesome scene below.Then, Jake's words cut through the silence, sending a shiver down m
Justin’s POV“Hello,” Jace's voice broke through the phone, sounding a bit groggy as if he had just woken up. I could feel the panic building up inside me as I asked, “Jace, is Ayva with you? I can't find her anywhere!” My breath was heavy, and my heart raced with worry.I had been halfway home when I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to give Ayva the painting I had bought for her. Without wasting a second, I made a U-turn and headed back to her house, dialing her number the moment I parked outside her apartment complex. But there was no answer. She didn't pick up.As I stepped out of the car, my eyes fell upon her purse lying on the ground, with the faint glow of her phone peeking through. My heart sank. She wasn't in her apartment, and I had already checked. I even entered her passcode to make sure. I frantically searched the area, scouring the nearest convenience store and every possible place she could be, but she was nowhere to be found.My last hope was Jace, the only per
Justin’s POVThe police had deceived everyone about Clarkson's death. Contrary to their claims, he wasn't dead but rather trapped in a state of vegetative unconsciousness, confined to a hospital bed.Twelve days had passed, and news of Ayva's disappearance had spread like wildfire across the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind of attention I had hoped for. Instead of being treated as a missing person, she was now wanted for the alleged attempted murder of Clarkson.According to the authorities, Clarkson had been forcefully pushed from the rooftop, and Ayva's blood and DNA were discovered at the crime scene. This was deemed as definitive evidence by the police, leading them to conclude that she had callously pushed a grown man to his death. Despite my relentless efforts to make them see reason, to make them understand that Ayva was not the assailant they claimed her to be, and that she was actually a victim herself, they remained steadfast in their belief. They turned a blind eye
Ayva’s POVAn hour had already passed since Justin left. During that time, I made the most of it by taking a long, refreshing shower and treating myself to a delicious meal. It was the first decent meal I had in weeks, considering that Jake had been feeding me nothing but bread and water. I didn’t think I could ever look at bread the same way anymore. Every three days, he would show up and drop off two massive loaves of bread and a pack of water before locking me back inside that dreadful storage room. I tried countless times to escape whenever he opened the door, but I never made it past the living room. He would always grab me by my hair and forcefully drag me back. It was agonizing.It was hard to believe that it had only been two weeks since I was locked up in that room. To me, it felt like an eternity. The isolation, the silence, the smell of bleach lingering in the air... It was enough to drive anyone insane. And the bathroom situation was extremely traumatizing and degrading.
Justin’s POVContrary to what everyone believed, I was fine. I wasn’t hurt as bad as they thought neither did Jake stab me as deeply as they thought. I mean he didn’t even use a real knife but rather a Swiss knife which was not only small but also short. Jake had stabbed me, yeah but it wasn’t to kill me but rather to hurt me because he knew I’d caught him at a tight corner and he’d be going to jail either way. I was laid on the bed in my hospital room, with my back turned against the door because I was pretending to be sleeping. I didn’t want to see anyone because I was mortified. I’d even told my bodyguard, Jamal to stand outside the door and prevent anyone from entering, and had also told the doctor that I didn’t want to receive any visitors. Why? Because I saw that video of me. The video of me fainting the minute I saw my blood. How embarrassing was it for a twenty-eight-year-old man to faint at the sight of his own blood? Now I was never going to be able to look at my staff at
Ayva’s POV"What are you doing here?" Bella snapped, her eyes shooting daggers at me. I furrowed my brows, looking behind me to see if she was talking to someone else. But it was just me, which left me confused. We weren't friends, but we were never enemies either."Um, I heard about Justin's..." I started, but she cut me off venomously."Leave!" she spat, not giving me a chance to finish. "Just leave. He doesn't need you here," she added angrily.I tried to explain, "I know he doesn't, but I just wanted to know if he's doing okay because-""His state of health has nothing to do with you. It's all your fault," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "You ruined everything. You should have never come back. You should have died in that accident. You ruined our wedding. You ruined him," she cried loudly, attracting the attention of the hospital staff and making me uncomfortable. I didn't even have time to process her words or decide if I should be mad."You thief! You took him from me!"
Justin’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, fixing my tie and admiring my sleek, shiny hair that was neatly pulled back. It was just 8 am, and I was ready to head back to work after a week of working from home. The doctor had advised me to take plenty of bed rest to heal my wound quickly.I grabbed my phone and checked my messages, finding a bunch of unread texts from various people. However, there was no reply from the one person I was eagerly waiting to hear from. I had sent a message to Ayva three days ago, and even though it showed that she had read it, she hadn't responded. I couldn't help but wonder if she was upset with me, perhaps because of what happened with my mom. It was all my fault.The memory of that day at the hospital replayed in my mind as I thought about my last conversation with my mom in the hospital room."I will never allow you to be with that woman, over my dead body! If you insist on being with her, just know that you will never see me again. I'll disown you
Justin’s POV“Mom!” I warned with a glare as I tried to caution her. She continued glaring at Ayva whom I’d now pulled to stand behind me, shielding her from any other impending attack from my mom. “Oh my, oh God! What is happening? My son has- oh lord! I no longer recognize the man I birthed.” She staggered, but Emily held her before she could fall. “Where is he? What happened to my son?” She cried out dramatically, attracting unnecessary attention from passersby. My jaw ticked, “Mom, this is not the time or place for this.” I gritted through my teeth. “Oh Emily what has happened to your brother? How could he be so cruel to me?” She continued, ignoring my warnings. “Stop this now or I’m going to leave.” I kept on clenching and unclenching my teeth, trying to keep the anger and irritation o felt away. “Now he’s threatening me. He’s threatening his own mother. He’s not my—” “Mom!” I barked, gaining more eyes on us. She looked stunned and so did Emily. And their shock was because
Justin's POV"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, casting a skeptical glance at Samantha.She approached my desk, placing an iPad on the surface. I eyed her suspiciously before picking up the iPad.True to her words, there was a video of Bella on live TV. I was taken aback. What was she doing there? She had mentioned feeling unwell that morning, causing me to arrive at work late, yet there she was on TV, looking nothing like she had described earlier.The presenter was asking her questions, but I couldn't hear clearly as the iPad's volume was low. I quickly connected my AirPods to the iPad to listen to what she was saying."Oh, that's all false. My husband and I are stronger than ever. All the divorce rumors are just tabloid trash," Bella claimed. "Did I mention that we also have plans to renew our wedding vows?"We do?"Really?" The presenter seemed surprised by the news. Well, that made two of us. "That's great news, Bella. We heard rumors about Mr. Mount having a mistress. Ther
Ayva's POV"Ms. Wesley, Ayva, are you still here?" Martinez's voice jolted me out of what I was reading on my phone.I blinked multiple times, sat up in my chair, and nodded. "Of course, I am. What were we talking about again?" I said, placing my phone down on the desk with the screen facing down. I intertwined my fingers together as my elbow rested on the desk."I said the only way to prove his identity is false is to confirm if he's truly Allison's father," Martinez said. "But you know we can't use DNA samples acquired illegally, so he has to be aware of the DNA test.""But then he'd know what I'm onto," I said, and Martinez slowly nodded. "There has to be another way," I mumbled. Although I'd yet to scientifically confirm if Aiden was truly Zion like Justin had claimed, since that day that he said it, I'd been unable to shake off that idea from my head. As days went on, I slowly accepted that Justin might be right.It'd been two months since I decided that we needed to take a break
Ayva’s POV"Ms. Wesley, Ayva, are you still here?" Martinez's voice jolted me out of what I was reading on my phone.I blinked multiple times, sat up in my chair, and nodded. "Of course, I am. What were we talking about again?" I said, placing my phone down on the desk with the screen facing down. I intertwined my fingers together as my elbow rested on the desk."I said the only way to prove his identity is false is to confirm if he's truly Allison's father," Martinez said. "But you know we can't use DNA samples acquired illegally, so he has to be aware of the DNA test.""But then he'd know what I'm onto," I said, and Martinez slowly nodded. "There has to be another way," I mumbled. Although I'd yet to scientifically confirm if Aiden was truly Zion like Justin had claimed, since that day that he said it, I'd been unable to shake off that idea from my head. As days went on, I slowly accepted that Justin might be right.It'd been two months since I decided that we needed to take a break
Justin’s POVI felt like shit. Seeing Ayva so broken, shocked, and disappointed in me made me want to disappear. I was beyond embarrassed.And the worst part was I had no excuse, nothing I could say to fix how she felt about me now, which just made everything worse.I’ve had my suspicions about Allison for years but didn't confirm it until a month ago when Amanda called Ayva to the hospital. I half expected Ayva to catch on when she was told she was a match with Allison. It seemed fishy that neither Amanda nor Aiden was a match, but Ayva was. And when I realized she hadn't figured it out, I promised myself I'd tell her when the time was right. If only I knew that jerk would beat me to it.Ayva wiped her nose with the back of her hand. I offered her a handkerchief, but she didn't take it, choosing to wipe her tears with her sleeves instead."What else?" She sniffed. "What else are you keeping from me? It feels like there's always something you're hiding." Her words hit hard. "Tell me
Ayva’s POV“Ayva, how did you-”“Answer my question, Justin!” I snapped before taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. I shouldn’t be getting angry with him, not when he was most likely the only one who could help me find her. “I…” I sucked in a deep air into my lungs. “I just want to know Justin. I need to know where she is and— please,” I grabbed his hand, my desperation evident in my eyes. “Tell me the truth, I promise I won’t get mad.” I wasn’t exactly sure I could keep that promise but it didn’t matter at that moment. I was ready to do anything, say anything to make him tell me what I wanted to hear. He sighed, casting his gaze downwards to his desk before looking up at me again. With a heavy breath, he asked, “How did you find out? Who told you about this?” I shook my head at him in disappointment. “Seeing as you’re avoiding answering my question, that means you knew about it. How long Justin? How long have you known this? How long have you… watched me suffer in silence. W
Justin’s POV"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, casting a skeptical glance at Samantha.She approached my desk, placing an iPad on the surface. I eyed her suspiciously before picking up the iPad.True to her words, there was a video of Bella on live TV. I was taken aback. What was she doing there? She had mentioned feeling unwell that morning, causing me to arrive at work late, yet there she was on TV, looking nothing like she had described earlier.The presenter was asking her questions, but I couldn't hear clearly as the iPad's volume was low. I quickly connected my AirPods to the iPad to listen to what she was saying."Oh, that's all false. My husband and I are stronger than ever. All the divorce rumors are just tabloid trash," Bella claimed. "Did I mention that we also have plans to renew our wedding vows?"We do?"Really?" The presenter seemed surprised by the news. Well, that made two of us. "That's great news, Bella. We heard rumors about Mr. Mount having a mistress. Ther
Ayva’s POVI suddenly shot up in bed, startled by a dream that had felt more like a nightmare and had sent cold sweat down my back. My breath came in short gasps, and I was drenched in sweat as if the nightmare had seeped into my waking world.Letting out a heavy sigh, I turned my gaze to the alarm clock resting on the bedside table. It had just ticked past ten. Despite sleeping for nearly ten hours, it felt like only ten seconds had passed since I closed my eyes.I fumbled around the bed, searching for my phone, and finally unlocked it. As I scrolled through my missed calls and messages, a text from my boss caught my eye. He’d asked if I was still interested in being a part of the company or if I’d simply removed myself. At that moment, his message held little significance to me; the thought of losing my job didn't faze me. Instead, my mind lingered on the absence of any message or missed calls from Justin, the one I had been eagerly anticipating.The disappointment that I felt was i
Ayva’s POVBella, with a stern look, asked me, “Are you going to tell me why you were in my husband’s room, why you are in my house, or do I have to call the cops for trespassing.”I felt her gaze pierce through me across the corridor. I guessed I had indeed trespassed. After all neither Justin nor Bella were aware that I was going to drop by."I'm sorry, I was just heading out," I muttered as I made my way towards the stairs.But Bella wasn't letting me off that easy. "I asked you a question," she stated firmly, making me stop and turn to face her. "I think I deserve to know why you were in my husband's room while he was sleeping."Her stress on 'husband' was clear, like she was reminding me she was still married to him and had every right to ‘interrogate me.’ "I mean, you've gotta be a whole new level of shameless to show up here knowing full well that his wife was gonna be home with him," she remarked, taking deliberate steps toward me. "For seven days, my husband was off with you