### POV Tyler"Are you crazy? That man is a scumbag! How can you do business with him?" Emily nearly vomited with indignation when I told her who my new ally was."I know," I replied, trying to stay calm. "But if we want to get our daughter back, he's the only person who knows Ethan's location. Remember when I asked Antony to check all the warehouses in the city? We found out that guy was the only one Ethan was doing business with. The frequency and his employees were so discreet it was almost imperceptible." I shrugged and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. "Any news from Josh and Justin?" I asked, noticing the worried look on Emily's face. She shook her head, confirming there wasn't."Anne can't stop crying. She's having to deal with everything alone. To make matters worse, Noah keeps saying Ethan is his father. She's devastated, and Ingrid can't stop looking for her kidnapped niece," she replied sadly, the pain evident in her voice."That's all the more reason I need to rip the hea
### POV Olivia"Antony..." I murmured nervously, looking at his body lying in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn't waste any time."Come on, Olivia, we don't have much time. Forget about Antony, he's gone now. You need to live!" David said, gripping my arm tightly and dragging me towards the trees."How did you find me?" I asked in surprise, hearing footsteps of people running after us."I tracked your phone," he said seriously, looking for a place for us to hide."But it's turned off. They removed the SIM... and there's no internet signal here..." I grumbled, confused."I put a tracker on your phone," he replied."Oh my God, you creep, why did you do that?" I let go of his hand, stepping back in fear.David took a deep breath for a moment and looked at me seriously. "Olivia, I did it because I love you. I couldn't stand seeing you pining over Peter. That day, when I saw you kissing him at your father's house, since that day I felt hatred, resentment. I wanted to kill
### Pov Olivia"Are you ready, my daughter?" my mother asked, gently tapping on the door.I finished putting on my hat and nodded. She took my hand and led me to the car, where my father was already waiting in the driver's seat. We arrived early at the cemetery, and for now, only Justin and Ingrid were there, both with expressions heavy with sorrow as they gazed at the coffin.We approached slowly, and they greeted us with somber looks."We're burying him in an hour... you didn't have to come so early," Uncle Justin said sternly, trying to hide the anger and pain in his voice."She wanted to come say goodbye," my mother replied, looking at me with an encouraging glance. She signaled for me to approach the coffin.With a heavy heart, I took a few steps toward David's coffin. Each step felt heavier than the last. Ingrid placed her hand on my shoulder and tried to muster a smile. "He would have liked to see you one last time. He loved you, Olivia," she said, her voice trembling but since
**Emily's Pov** Two years ago... "Dad, are you sure they won't try to kill you? Last time you hosted a welcome dinner, I almost ended up with a bullet in my head," I commented, observing the number of security guards accompanying the two men, carrying a considerable amount of weapons on their belts. "Emily, dear, don't worry. The Mitchells are an extremely respected family in the city. They are the only ones capable of solving our problem and preventing us from being killed by the other creditors," my father replied anxiously. My mother, with a reassuring smile, caressed my face. "Calm down, dear. Today you will meet your fiancé. This marriage agreement is the only thing that can save our family right now." I took a deep breath, trying to control the nervousness bubbling within me. I had no choice but to interrupt college to get married. For a while, my family had been entangled in exorbitant debts with mobsters from the far east of the city. This was the only way to pay for my m
**2 Years Later...** Pov Emily The first six months unfolded like a sweet illusion, a charming lie that Tyler skillfully wove around me. During that time, he won my heart, making me believe in a love that seemed real, only to then shatter it into a thousand pieces. However, Tyler Mitchell's true face emerged, cruel and relentless: betrayals, alcohol-fueled nights, and endless parties in decadent nightclubs with extremely vulgar low-class prostitutes. Last night, after returning home at three in the morning, drunk, the violence between us erupted like a volcano about to erupt, and Tyler unleashed his fury on me, kicking and punching me, turning me into his punching bag. Over a year of my life was dedicated to enduring this cruelty, but today, something inside me changed, and I was determined to change this reality. I faced myself once again in the mirror, seeing my face marked by bruises and cuts scattered across my body. The memory of the torture with a knife by Tyler the previous
**Tyler Mitchell's POV** A year ago, my family and I arrived in Los Angeles to put our plan into action. Unfortunately, the marriage with the Parker family was crucial. Looking at Emily every day caused disgust, and hearing her voice only increased my desire to end her. Part of the plan was completed: her damn parents were eliminated. Now, only Emily remained. I discussed with Justin and Josh the best way to deal with her, to make her suffer until death. Even sex was repugnant. I enjoyed having her until I saw her bleed, and she seemed satisfied with that. I underestimated that filthy woman, and she dared to shoot me. I wanted to kill her on the spot. I charged with force; she couldn't even shoot properly. After she fell, I continued hitting her face; I barely felt the pain from the bullet in my arm, my fists were drenched in blood coming from her face. "Stop, Tyler, you're bleeding!" Josh shouted, trying to restrain me with the help of Justin, while Emma approached to check Emily'
**Emily Parker's POV** I struggled not to open my eyes and realize the grave mistake I had made. Attempting to move my weak body, each inch of it ached terribly. It felt as if I had been run over by a car, yet in reality, I had merely endured a severe beating from my husband. It took a few seconds to comprehend that I was in a cold, damp place. Slowly opening my eyes, I hoped the sun would shine on my face, but there was no sunlight; nothing illuminated that dirty space. Rising from the cold floor, I walked toward a door on my right. I turned the handle forcefully, attempting to open it, but it remained locked. "What's happening?" I asked myself, recollecting that I had tried to eliminate Los Angeles's most prominent mobster, responsible for the city's primary betting houses, feared by all. Observing my bruised body, my heart raced. Completely purple, the image of his once-joyful smile now invoked fear. Trying to kill him, I realized, had signed my death warrant, and I could expec
Pov Tyler Miller. I was sitting on the couch, bandaging my arm it hurt like hell. The pain intensified when Justin poured alcohol on the wound to prevent infection. I could feel the entire length of my arm burning as if it were on fire, increasing the anger I felt towards that person. "What are you going to do with her?" Josh asked while adjusting the black bag full of money. "I'm going to make her suffer immensely!" I replied, grabbing a set of knives and a pair of polished silver handcuffs. "Why don't you just kill her, like you did with her parents?" Justin asked, confused. "Because before killing her, I want to give her the worst experience she can have, making her live in hell. That's why I married her to put an end to the Parker family!" I shrugged, showing indifference. "The money is already here, the shipment has been delivered to the guards, Josh got his morphine, you won't feel pain, and the doctor said the shot grazed you, it was easy to remove the bullet. No possible