All Chapters of TIED TO YOU (ASSASSIN'S LOVE STORY): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mila slowly walked out of her room. Inside her fist was an SOS message asking her parents to come help her. She was trying not to attract anyone's attention as she walked out of her room and heard Ezra's voice in the hall, talking to someone. Mila peeked from behind the stair railing and found Ezra talking to someone. Meanwhile the rest of his men were busy playing on their cell phones or standing like statues by the door. There was no one on guard on the second floor.Mila quickly walked to her parents' room which was always locked. She bent her back and slid the crumpled paper in her hand into the gap between the door and the floor. Then Mila quickly left her parents' room before Ezra's men saw her and suspected her of something.That morning image of her slipping a piece of SOS paper haunted Mila. Day by day she was more and more convinced that no one would come to save her. Even Hunter didn't care about him and only wanted the treasure that belonged to Kohen James."Have you finis

“Hey...”Mila did not take her eyes off the television that was showing a commercial. But she was staring at the television screen not because she was watching it, but because she was busy daydreaming and she didn't notice Ezra's presence beside her.“You are wasting your time daydreaming. You should be thinking about your final assignment now instead of doing useless things here.”“Shut up! You have no right to judge me. You don't even have the faintest idea of ​​what I'm feeling right now."“I'm not. And I'm not going to be stupid by daydreaming like you. Life goes on. Leave all the bad things behind.”Ezra said casually. He took a place beside Mila and glanced at his watch. It's still too early to go to the office. He could sit and watch the news on the tv for a few minutes before moving to his grandfather's office in town."I still can't believe Hunter did that."“Life is cruel. You will be surprised if you look at the facts.”“You said your parents were killed by Edward. How can

"You must let me go to Edward's house and see Hunter one last time before he is buried."“You can't. Mr. Edward will kill me if I let you go.”“To hell with that damn man. I want to see Hunter. He's my brother."Mila insists on going to Edward's house and attending Hunter's funeral which will be held this afternoon. She had spent the entire afternoon crying over Hunter and reminiscing about all the good memories they had made together. Why can life be so cruel to them? Mila muttered bitterly. It was like she never expected that she would face such difficult days."Sorry Mila, you can't go there. You must stay at home until Mr. Ezra is coming.""Where is he now? I want to call him."Mila lifted her chin haughtily and walked into the only room with a telephone line. Yesterday she had seen a telephone in the library. She wished the phone was still active and that she could talk to Ezra right away so she could get to Edward's house on time."Maybe you can't talk to him. Mr. Ezra is very b

Mila rubs her face roughly, feeling the thick tension that makes her body suddenly feel cold and her stomach churns nauseous. Her head was down on the bathroom floor and her hands gripped the rim of the sink tightly. She tried to deny everything she had just discovered. The chilling fact that she is pregnant with Ezra Carlos's baby. "This is not possible. This can't be happening," she muttered hoarsely as she covered her mouth. Sobs threatened to escape her lips. But she couldn't make a scene in the bathroom if she didn't want Ezra or Felix to find her in this condition. The three testpacks she had just tried both showed two red lines which were damn horrible. She wanted to disbelieve them all, but the facts were too hard to dispute. What's more, she was late getting her period this month. There was no denying that she was carrying Ezra's baby. Dug dug dug “Mila? We must leave now." Mila gasped in surprise at the sound of a knock on her bathroom door. Ezra's hoarse, gruff voice ec

The back garden is very serene and quiet. Even the hubbub inside the Hall was completely silent in the garden. There was really only the sound of the wind blowing and the rustling of branches. Mila ran to the back garden like she was a four year old child who was so enthusiastic to see a garden. She threw her hands in the air, running as fast as she could in her high-heeled heels and tight dress that wrapped around her body. But even though it's a little difficult, it feels good to feel this freedom again. There's no one here but her. She is free to do whatever she wants without having to fear that other people will be bothered by her attitude or comment on her ugliness. With panting breath Mila stood in front of the guardrail looking up at the sky to witness the dark sky without stars. Today is a little cloudy. But luckily it didn't rain. So at least Mila can still enjoy this silence without being disturbed by the noisy roar of rainwater. When Mila was closing her eyes and enjoyin