I lay very still on the bed, pretending to be asleep, but I almost falter when Roman gets into the bed and pulls me into him. He wraps his huge arms across my torso, practically chaining me to him. I breathe in deeply softening my body against his, so as not to alert him of my consciousness. “I'm sorry, princess.” Roman whispers into my hair before settling down beside me. What exactly was he sorry for? The past? Why won't anyone tell me anything? It was getting very exhausting. I don't have to wait too long though as the sound of Romans even breathing permeates the room, breaking the quiet peace. I remain still for some time before carefully rolling myself out from under his arms. I put a pillow in his arms to replace my figure just to be on the safe side. I get down from the bed and tiptoe to the door, almost groaning in pain when I find that the door is locked. I look around the room, wondering where Roman could have kept the key card. I eventually find it sitting prettily on
“Do you know him?” Ethan asks in a puzzled tone. “Apart from the fact that he was present in the meeting, I know nothing else about him.” I respond with a grimace. Ethan does not respond but rather goes about typing on the computer. “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion. “Copying the footage, of course.” Ethan responds with a scoff as though he could not believe that I was asking such a stupid question. “You want to show it to Roman.” I say to him as my blood runs cold at the thought. “The person behind this is very powerful, whoever he is. Do you think just a black and white camera footage stolen from the hotel room can indict him or bring him down?” Ethan asks, giving me a flat look. “So what are planning on doing with it?” I ask in a more confused tone. “Gathering evidence of course.” Ethan responds as he plugs in a flash into the computers USB port. “You are going to help me track this person down?” I ask in a hope filled voice. “I can't exactly let my newest partner
I hide the pictures under my bag as Roman ends his call and stalks back to me. I knew it wasn't safe there and if there was any way I could keep it away from Roman, I had to discard it. Immediately. I look at Ethan, and an idea pops into my head immediately. I know I can trust him to properly discard the pictures. I try to catch Ethan's eye for a few minutes but I'm unsuccessful as Ethan's focus is entirely on his laptop. I yawn widely and loudly in a last-ditch effort to get his attention and this time I'm successful only I also draw the attention of Roman. “Are you sleepy, princess?” Roman asks as he shuts down his laptop and tilts his body towards me. “Ummmmm, yeah a little.” I respond as my eyes flicker from his to Ethan who is staring quite intently at me now. “Let's head to the room then.” Roman says as he nods towards the back of the plane. “This plane has a room?” I ask in barely concealed awe. “Of course it does. Only the best for the Montgomery enterprise.” Roman say
“How soon can you find out about my past?” I ask Ethan angrily, as I fold my arms across my chest. “Why the urgency? Are you trying to decipher something or what?” Ethan asks with a teasing tilt of his brows. “No. I want to protect myself from making a terrible mistake.” I respond even when I know he wasn't truly asking for a response. “Those pictures were quite the test.” Ethan says humming appreciatively, interrupting my line of thoughts and drawing my attention to him. “Did you get rid of them?” I ask in a hopeful tone, happy that he had gotten the drift earlier on. I look discreetly behind me, careful to ensure that Roman does not listen in on our conversation. “No, Aella, I didn't. I kept them.” Ethan says giving me a look that I don't quite understand. “If anyone finds those pictures, Roman will strangle me and probably kill you!” I whisper yell at him. Why wouldn't he just get rid of them? “I'm keeping them, Aella. I have my reasons, and even though I can't tell you now
I need to see Ethan, but I don't know how much time I have left. Surely Roman must now be aware that I hadn't gone home like he said I should. If I were to call Ethan with my phone, Roman would surely find out I did so. “Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” A menacing voice says from above my spot on the seat. “Lily???” I croak out when I get a good look at the person who was standing directly in front of my table. “Who else would it be? And why do you look like you would rather it be someone else?” Lily asks with a mocking expression as she lowers herself to the seat opposite mine. I take in huge breaths as I try to calm down my fast-beating heart. I must not let her know I suspected her of having a hand in my accident. I need to put up an act. And by God, it had to be Oscar-worthy. “What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on leave or something?” I ask with an uninterested glare on my face. “Am I not allowed in the company I work for? And besides, it's only na
“Is my father responsible for the accident?” I ask with my heart in my throat. I don't know what I will do if he's the one. “No, Aella. He's not the one.” Ethan responds. “Why are you so sure?” I ask in a suspicious tone. “Trust me, your father does not have enough money to pay off a killer.” Ethan responds. “Even if my father took no part in it, why would his friend attempt to hurt his daughter? What did he stand to benefit from it?” I ask in an exasperated and confused tone. “Money. Lots of money. I traced a transaction that came into an offshore account belonging to him and on the night before the accident, he received more than half a million dollars in cash.” Ethan says with a grimace. “Let me guess, he escaped immediately after the accident?” I ask with a scornful expression on my face. “On the contrary, Aella. He's in prison. Blackwood Correctional Facility. It's barely on the outskirts of the city.” Ethan responds with a smirk, seemingly happy that the driver is in jail
“We've already spoken, Roman, there's no need.” I say to him as I avert my eyes from his. “Aella, it's either this or you are stuck with me.” Roman says in a tone of finality. “Fine, I will talk to her myself.” I say as I pick up my phone from beside me. I spare a glance at Roman as I make the call. Ashley picks almost on the first ring. “Where the hell are you bitch? I've been waiting for almost an hour now!” Ashley's excited tone pours through the speaker of the phone the moment she picks up the call. I take the phone away from my ear and confirm it's really Ashley on the other end of the line. “I'm on my way, Roman wants to ensure I will be safe with you.” I say to her as I spare Roman a single glance, studying him for his reaction. “Funny that he says that. Well you've been safe with me, long before he came around, haven't you?” Ashley asks in a sardonic tone that has Roman rolling his eyes. “I'm on my way, anything I should bring along with me?” I ask Ashley, trying to di
“I won't hurt you, Aella.” Ethan says as he heads towards me. I shrink back into the wall as I stare from the bloodied Mr Frederick to Ethan's hands and I can't help the little gasp of shock and despair that leaves me. “Think about it, Aella, if I wanted to hurt you, why would I bring you here? Why would I help you? I'm on your side, Aella.” Ethan says as he places his hands in front of him in surrender. “But why though? Why are you on my side? What do you stand to benefit?” I ask him the question I should have asked from the get-go. “Contrary to what you might think, there is still good in this world. My intentions are pure, Aella.” Ethan says with conviction. “Everybody has hidden intentions and goals.” I say dismissively as I gather myself together and stand, moving away from the wall as I try hardly to ignore Frederick's whimpering figure on the floor. “Very well. You are getting married to Roman, Aella. Roman is practically my brother so therefore you become my sister by pr