Elizabeth's POV:
After dropping off Ryan at his school, I and Zack sat in the car. Turns out Zack can drive, which was kinda surprising to me. "Don't worry. When we get to school, just stay close to me. A lot of people will look at us, but pay no attention to them. Also, school isn't a happy place. Some people will try to say rude things to you, but just come to me when they do, okay?" Zack says while his eyes stayed on the road. "You don't have to explain all this, Zacky. Levi already told me, and from the books I read on W*****d, I know how high school works," I said to him. With a nod, he let out a breath before saying, "I have some friends at school. Like, we are 5. You're gonna love them, except Austin; he doesn't like people," he says. Nodding my head, I gave him a thumbs-up before looking ahead. "REDWOODS HIGH SCHOOL," I mumbled, looking at the school building. "Wow," I whispered. I had no idea it would be this big. You could see some students around their cars, some laughing, some playing with their phones, and some running into the school, not wanting to miss their classes. Zack parked the car and then turned to me. "If anyone asks who you are, just say you're my sister, and you have been living with our grandparents; that's why you were hardly around. Okay?" he says softly. Nodding my head, I smiled before looking outside the window. Then I noticed four guys walking towards our car. I looked back at Zack, who laughed at the face I was giving. "Those are my friends," he mumbled before getting out of the car. With a little breath, I followed him and got out. Zack walked over to his friends; they did this handshake stuff and then started laughing about something. My head went low, avoiding every eye contact coming my way. "Who is the chick?" I heard one of Zack's friends say. My brother turned to me, then smiled before grabbing my arms. "Guys, this is Elizabeth, my sister that I told you guys about," Zack said proudly. "Hey," I whispered, feeling shy all of a sudden. I mean, who wouldn't be when five hot guys are around you? The group mumbled little "hellos" at me before we all started moving to the entrance of the building. "Well, damn, these boys are fire," my inner voice said while fanning herself with her hands. I giggled quietly, which made the group turn and look at me. "What's funny, girly?" A black guy with curly hair asked me while smiling at me. "Nothing, nothing, just thinking," I whispered to him. "My name is Teo," he said and brought his arm for me to shake. Nodding my head softly, I looked at the others who didn't seem to pay attention to us before turning back to Teo, who had his eyes on me. "How come I have never seen you around Zack before?" He asked quietly. "That's because I was staying with our grandparents for a while. I do come for holidays sometimes," I said. Still looking at him, he nods his head before saying, "Cool, cool," under his breath. The more we got closer to the school, the more the students grew. People looked our way, but mostly at me. But I didn't say anything, just turned and walked with them. "Do you mind telling me the others' names?" I asked him. Nodding his head, he pointed at a ginger boy before saying, "That's Mikey. He's nice, just always quiet. He's the mom of the group, always making sure we do everything right and not get into trouble," he said while laughing a little. "Then that's James. He's mostly known for his games. He's the man-whore of the group, always with a lady once in a while, so don't get surprised," he said while glaring at me. Nodding my head, I looked at the other guy who had a black hoodie on then pointed at him. "What about him?" I said. "Oh, that's Austin. He doesn't talk to people, always by himself, and he's scary sometimes. His dad has a lot of compounds; he's the only child so he doesn't like people at all," Teo said while I nodded my head at him. My eyes looked at Austin for a bit before moving to the school. "Come on, Eli, let's go get your schedule," Zack called out to me. Waving my arm at Teo, I walked behind him while the others went to their classes. "Teo seems nice," I said to him. He nodded his head but had a little blush when I called his name. "Why is your face red, big bro?" I said while smirking at him; he just laughed but kept walking until we walked to the office. After telling the lady my name and waiting for a few minutes, we walked out together towards the math class. "Just to let you know, Mr. Matt is a cool teacher," Zack said while I tried to follow him. He has long legs, while I don't. We walked for a bit and took a few turns before standing in front of our class. Zack didn't even knock, just walked in, while I looked at him like he was crazy. I followed him; I watched him walk towards his friends again and sat down. Mumbling insults under my breath, I walked over to the teacher who had headphones on his ears while his head nodded to the beats. Waving my arms in front of him, his eyes snapped to mine before smiling. "Hello, you must be new," he said with a smile. Nodding my head, I gave him my schedule, and then looked around the class. I noticed everyone looking at me, quickly looking away. My teacher smiled before handing the paper back to me. "Do you want to do an introduction?" He asked. Shaking my head as a no, he nods again but chuckles a little before telling me to go sit with my brother. Saying a little "thank you," I walked over to Zack, my head still low. Placing my bag down, I turned over to Zack and then glared at him before hitting his head. "Ouch, what was that for, sis?" he whispers while trying not to laugh at my face. His friends turned over to us, but I still glared at him before rolling my eyes. "Next time don't just leave me like that," I whisper back at him. He just shook his head and chuckled softly. I looked at everyone in the class to find some giving me curious glares and some with jealous eyes, but I didn't care. I just pulled out my book and started writing the notes on the board.Elizabeth's POV:Classes went by fast. Too fast, if I was being honest. No one spoke to me except Teo and Zack, and even they seemed distracted. Zack's other friends kept glaring at me once in a while but never said anything. I guess that was a good thing, but it still made me feel like I was constantly being watched, judged. Their glances didn’t go unnoticed—especially from the girls. I felt their eyes on me, quiet but sharp, like they were sizing me up. I wasn't exactly eager to figure out why, so I avoided looking their way.Now it was lunchtime, and I knew better than to show up at the cafeteria. I wasn’t in the mood to sit there under those stares again, forcing a smile or pretending everything was fine. The air in there felt too thick, too tense. It would be awkward, stuffy, uncomfortable. No thanks. I sent a quick text to Zack, letting him know I wouldn’t be coming, then made my way to the school library instead. The hallways were quieter than usual, with most students eithe
Elizabeth's POV:When science finally ended, the feeling of relief washed over me. It wasn’t that the class was particularly hard, but my mind had drifted off a few times, making it seem longer than it was. The bell rang, and Anna and I exchanged smiles as we packed up our books. “So, can I have your number?” I asked her, casually slipping my phone out of my pocket.Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. We exchanged numbers, and I felt a little lighter knowing that I had officially made a friend today. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It felt good to have someone I could talk to outside of Zack and his friends. I made a mental note to text her later, just to see if she made it home okay.The hallways were crowded as usual, a rush of students pushing their way out of the school. I didn’t mind, though. It was the same every day—people eager to get home, escape the day, or meet up with friends for whatever plans they had. I felt my phone buzz in
Elizabeth's POV:When we finally pulled up to the house, I was greeted by my brothers and Dad at the door. The second I stepped inside, they bombarded me with questions about my day.“How was it?” “Did you make any friends?” “Anyone bothering you?” I could barely get a word in between all their questions. Finally, I smiled and said, “I made a new friend. Her name’s Anna.” The room went silent for a second before my brothers and Dad broke into cheers. Mike threw his hands in the air like he was at some kind of sports event, while Levi pumped his fist, and Dad did a weird little dance move that made me laugh. I stared at them like they were crazy."What's the big deal?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.They just kept laughing. "We knew you'd make friends in no time," Levi said with a grin, while Dad nodded like he was proud of some kind of accomplishment.I couldn't help but smile back at them. It felt good to have their support, even if they were being a little over the top about i
Elizabeth POV:It's been two weeks now, and I was enjoying school. Anna and I have gotten close together, and we finished our book. As for the boys, I and Teo also got close; I saw him as an older brother. For Mikey and James, we did talk once in a while. James did try to flirt with me, which got Zack angry, but I laughed so hard I almost fainted.My therapy session was going well too; Mrs. Brown was surprised when I finally spoke to her. Then there's Austin, who was confusing, to be honest. Sometimes he could look at me and just walk away. We haven't had a conversation before, though, but I was hoping one day we could.Today was a sports tryout in school, and I was applying for basketball. My brothers have been teaching me a lot of basketball moves, and I suddenly fell in love with it."What's your name?" a black lady with funny hair asked me."Elizabeth, Elizabeth King's," I said to her quietly. She made a "hmm" sound before giving me a paper.With that, I walked away, still looking
Elizabeth POV:When the Knight Family left the house, I stayed quietly in the kitchen, waiting for Dad to come in."Hey, sweetie, ready for dinner?" He asked, but I just shook my head softly."You guys are in the mafia?" I asked softly.He stopped walking and looked at me with confused eyes."How did you know?" He asked, looking at me.I looked at him before saying, "Just answer my question, Dad," surprising both of us for a moment.He dropped his head slowly before nodding later.I looked at him, waiting for an explanation, but he just stayed there. I knew he was not happy about me finding out, but I had to clear it.With that, I walked into my bedroom while I heard him call my name softly, but I didn't reply.I wasn't angry about them being in the mafia, just angry that they kept it away from me.Four hours later, time passed slowly, but I was still in my room. I could hear Dad and the boys talking downstairs. Zack even came to check on me, but I didn't answer him."Princess, can we
Alexander’s POV:Three hours. Three long, agonizing hours, and Elizabeth still hadn’t come home. It wasn’t like her to disappear for this long, not without telling at least one of her brothers where she was. The boys were pacing the living room, restless, their concern as clear as mine. I sat at the head of the table, my hands clenched into fists on my lap, trying to keep my frustration at bay. The more time passed, the heavier the dread in my chest became.I looked up at my best friend, Michael, who sat across from me, his brow furrowed with concern. The silence in the room was deafening, interrupted only by the occasional shuffle of feet or a sigh from one of the boys. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the heavy tension."I'm sorry for disturbing you all this evening," I began, my voice quieter than I intended, "but my daughter, Elizabeth, is missing again."The weight of my words sank into the room like a stone into water. There was a collective intake of breath, followed by
Elizabeth's POV"Why would she just leave without telling anyone, Dad?" I heard a voice murmur quietly in the distance. My head was throbbing, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes. I blinked, trying to focus, my surroundings still blurry from sleep. Why did my head hurt? And why did my body feel so stiff, like I'd been sleeping on the ground?"Wait... if I was sleeping on the ground in the woods, why does this bed feel so comfortable?" my mind raced, panic rising in my chest. My eyes shot open fully, and I darted a glance around the room, heart pounding. Was I kidnapped? Where am I?But then, I saw them. My family. My brothers, Dad, everyone was there, standing in the room, their faces tight with anger and... hurt."Hey guys," I said quietly, hoping to ease the tension, but it didn’t work. Instead of welcoming smiles or relieved hugs, they all just stared at me, their expressions a mix of frustration and disappointment. Zack was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Mi
Elizabeth's POVI woke up to an eerie stillness.The house was quiet—too quiet. No footsteps echoing in the hallways, no clinking of dishes from the kitchen, no soft murmurs of conversation floating up the stairs. It was as if the entire house had emptied itself overnight, leaving only me behind. I blinked, slowly sitting up in bed, my heart sinking at the silence that surrounded me. The familiar warmth that used to fill this place was gone, replaced with a cold emptiness that pressed down on my chest. I listened for any sound, any sign that someone was still here, but there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the world outside, indifferent to the turmoil inside me.I hugged my knees to my chest, staring at the door. No one was coming. No one was going to check on me, ask if I was okay, or even acknowledge that I was still here. They were all angry—Zack, Ryan, Dad—everyone. And I couldn’t blame them. I had messed up, broken their trust, and now... this was the result.I felt the weigh
Elizabeth's Point of ViewAs the car pulled up in front of the house, a smile spread across my face, lighting up my entire being. I could barely contain the excitement bubbling inside me. After everything—after the surprises, the time spent in Paris, the love from Black, and everything else in between—I was finally going back home.Home.There was something so comforting about returning to the familiar, the place that had once felt so chaotic but now felt like a refuge. I couldn’t wait to see my dad and my brothers again. They’d all been so supportive, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they had planned for my birthday.It felt surreal, knowing that I was about to turn twenty. Two decades of life, with all the ups and downs. But this moment—this was the best birthday I could have ever asked for.I stepped out of the car, holding my puppy gently in my arms, and walked toward the door with a skip in my step. Each footstep brought me closer to the people who mattered most in my life. Th
Elizabeth's Point of View"Everything ready?" Black asked me as I snuggled my new puppy closer to my chest, feeling her little body warm and soft against my skin.It’s been a month now since we left everything behind and went on our little escape to Paris. The memories we made here were unlike any other, and I cherished each moment. The Eiffel Tower, the cafés, the romantic walks under the Parisian sky—it had all felt like a dream. But all good things must come to an end, and now, it was time to go home.“Yeah, everything’s packed,” I replied, walking around the room to double-check that nothing was left behind. I couldn’t help but smile. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that this chapter was closing. But I was also eager to get back to my family.Home was waiting, and it was time to reunite with them after everything that had happened. My father had called earlier, telling me that Mr. Black was trying to take me away from him, and it made me laugh. I knew how possessive my dad c
Rose’s Point of ViewThe air felt warmer than usual as Mike’s car hummed softly along the road. My fingers twisted nervously in my lap, the soft fabric of my dress bunching between my fingertips. I glanced at Mike every few moments—his calm expression as he drove, the faint smirk he wore like it was second nature, and the way his strong hands gripped the steering wheel.I didn’t understand him.“Why?”The word slipped out before I could stop myself.Mike glanced at me briefly, his voice soft as he replied, “Why what?”“Why are you being so kind to me?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady. I didn’t dare look at him now; instead, I focused on the houses blurring past outside the window. “You’ve been like this since the first day we met.”For a second, there was silence—just the soft hum of the car and the faint music playing from the radio.Then he said it.“Because I like you, and I want to take you on a date.”His voice was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that for a moment I though
Mike’s Point of ViewI leaned back in my office chair, exhaling a long breath as I scrolled through my phone. My sister Elizabeth’s picture popped up—her smiling face glowing brighter than the Parisian lights in the background. She looked so happy, holding that tiny white puppy in her arms, Mr. Black standing proudly beside her.She looked like Mom.That smile, those eyes—they reminded me of the mother we lost far too soon. I set my phone down with a quiet sigh, my fingers brushing over the stack of papers on my desk. No matter how chaotic life got, seeing Elizabeth happy always brought me a strange kind of peace.“Mr. Mike?”I turned my head toward the soft, almost hesitant voice coming from the door. Rose stood there, her small hands fiddling nervously with the hem of her dress. Her wide eyes peeked up at me shyly, and I couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips.“Yeah, Rose?” I said softly, leaning back in my chair.She hesitated for a second before speaking. “Um, today
Elizabeth’s Point of ViewThe sunset cast streaks of gold and pink across the Parisian skyline as I stood by the balcony, staring at the Eiffel Tower. The view was breathtaking—unreal, almost—but nothing felt as dreamlike as this moment.Behind me, the faint rustle of fabric caught my attention. I turned to see Mr. Black walking toward me, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored slacks. He had changed into a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his strong forearms, and his top two buttons left undone.It wasn’t fair how effortlessly handsome he looked.“You’re staring,” he teased, his lips curving into a slow smile.I blushed and turned back toward the balcony, pretending to focus on the view. “No, I’m not.”“Liar,” he murmured.I felt his presence behind me before he touched me—a soft warmth that sent a shiver down my spine. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me gently against him, and rested his chin on my shoulder. I melted int
Elizabeth’s Point of ViewWarm lips pressed against my cheek, then my nose, and finally my forehead, stirring me awake. I giggled, scrunching my face and swatting lightly at the culprit.“Stop it,” I murmured with a laugh, trying to push Mr. Black’s face away as he hovered over me, peppering me with kisses.“Good morning to you too,” he teased softly, his voice deep and smooth like melted chocolate. “You didn’t complain last night when I was being this affectionate.”I blushed at his words and shoved him playfully. “You’re insufferable.”He grinned that roguish grin that always did something to my heart, sitting back slightly so I could sit up. I stretched, the soft sheets pooling around me as I blinked, trying to take in the elegant room we were in.Paris. We had arrived in Paris.Two hours ago, we stumbled into this hotel room after a long trip, too tired to do much more than crash onto the bed. But now, the light pouring through the balcony windows revealed the beauty I had missed
Alexander's point of View The shots echoed through the building, sharp and final. I didn’t need to be there to know what had happened. Victor Hale was dead, and my boys had finally done what needed to be done. I leaned back in the chair, a slow exhale slipping past my lips.It wasn't exactly. More like relief—the kind of relief that settled deep in your bones after years of carrying a weight too heavy to bear.Adrian sat next to me, his fingers drumming idly on the armrest. He looked calm, but I knew better. Guilt sat heavy on his shoulders, and no amount of time could erase it.“Where’s my little Elizabeth?” Adrian’s voice broke the quiet. He smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.I let out a low chuckle. “Not so little anymore. She’s off with that man—Mr. Black.”Adrian’s brow furrowed slightly, but the smile returned. “And you’re fine with that?”“She’s in love with him,” I replied simply, a smile tugging at my lips. “He makes her happy. That’s all I care about.”M
Mike’s Point of ViewThere was a kind of satisfaction that came with this moment—a deep, twisted feeling of triumph as we stared at the man who’d torn our family apart. It wasn’t the kind of happiness that lit up your soul; no, this was darker. Sharper. A vengeance that burned in our veins.Victor Hale. The man who’d orchestrated our sister’s suffering, who’d sent our mother into an early grave, all because of jealousy. My mother’s sister Amanda had fallen into his trap years ago, and in her delusion, she’d joined him. But Victor… he was the mastermind. The cancer that ate away at our family until nothing was left but pieces.And tonight, we were finally going to end him.The room stank of sweat, blood, and concrete. Leo was the first to go at him. Every punch he landed echoed against the walls, and Victor grunted with each impact, his face swelling more with every blow. But the bastard… he was still smirking, as if he wanted to die.With every punch, I felt something inside me come
Adrian's Point of ViewThe dim light from the single hanging bulb flickered as I leaned against the chipped wall, staring at Victor Hale. Beaten, bruised, and bound to the chair, he still managed to look smug. His lip was cracked, his face swollen, but his arrogance hadn’t disappeared.“Your biggest nightmares are coming,” I told him, my voice low and cold.Victor let out a short, bitter laugh, his bruised face twisting into a smirk. “They’re finally coming, huh? Took them long enough. Must be a family reunion.”His words grated on me, but I didn’t let it show. Men like Victor thrived on getting under people’s skin. He wanted a reaction, something to latch onto so he could twist it into his favor.“I don’t think you understand what’s coming for you,” I said, pushing off the wall. My boots echoed against the cracked concrete floor as I stepped closer. “You sold my niece, shattered her life, and sent my sister—your precious Amanda—down a road she’ll never come back from. You’re going to