All Chapters of Her Hatred & Vengeance, Second Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zade's POVI said, and Erika's eyes widened, her lips trembling as she tried to move back. It wasn't possible since she was strapped to the chair. I stepped closer, a sinister smirk on my face. “Z… Zade? What… What are you talking about? You came here to save me, didn't you? You're just trying to scare me.” Sweat dripped down her brows and dropped to her clothes. I chuckled, the sound echoing in the warehouse. “Save you?” I repeated softly, leaning down until my face was only inches from hers, and I let my hand trail lightly over the back of her chair, a slow, deliberate movement that made her shiver in fear, “Did you really think I would ever waste my time saving you?” Erika’s breath hitched as she shrank back as much as her body could allow, “Zade, I…” “Shut up.” I cut her off sharply. The coldness in my voice made her eyes widen, the tears she’d been holding back spilling over her cheeks, “Do you know what the sight of you does to me? The disgust it makes me feel? After every

Elaine's POV “True.” He said with a slight nod, “But then I wouldn’t get to see you all flustered like this, would I?” He winked, and I felt my heart stutter again. He knew exactly what he was doing, pushing me just enough to get a reaction. What was his plan actually? I took a deep breath, willing myself to remain calm, “Fine, I’ll get the package. But I’m not doing this because you asked nicely. I’m doing it because I want to get out of this place and get some fresh air.” “Of course.” He nodded again, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face, “You know, Elaine, sometimes I think you like running errands for me.” “Please, don’t flatter yourself.” I scoffed, grabbing my bag from the chair and slinging it over my shoulder, “I just want to finish this quickly so I can get back to my actual job. So who's the person I'm taking the package from?” Zade handed me a picture and I stared at it, along with an address and a phone number. The address was at a high end restaurant, V

Elaine's POV Caleb and Emily… They were looking right at me. Their eyes were wide, as wide as sauce pans, they looked like they had just seen a ghost. I almost chuckled at the irony, because to them, I was very much like a ghost, a ghost who Emily had watched drown or so she believed. I remembered watching the news and the body that was found under the bridge; the one that was said to be mine obviously wasn't. It had the same name I had, and it had worked in my favour, not that Caleb and Emily had any qualms to check it. If they had looked further, they would have found out that another family had come to claim it; that it wasn't mine at all, but they didn't. I gripped the steering wheel, willing myself to have a blank and neutral face. I didn't think I'd meet them like this, in this manner, staring at each other from afar. I swallowed the rising bile in my throat, the memories of that night surging back like a wave I wasn’t ready for. I had prepared for this moment a thousand times

Elaine's POV “I'm sorry I'm late.” I apologised as I dropped the papers on the table, trying to rearrange it. “Why do you look so… rough?” Elijah questioned, leaning on his hands as he stared at me. He didn't even move to help me, well I couldn't blame him, he was a prince so he wasn't used to helping people. But contrary to my thoughts, he stood up, his tall frame towering over me as he slightly pushed me away, pressing down on my shoulders and forcing me to sit. Then, with practised movements, he rearranged the documents and put them into its folders back while I watched with pure fascination, I guess I was wrong. “I bumped into someone, so everything got on the floor. I'm just thankful that it didn't get into water or something.” I muttered the last part of my sentence under my breath. But as I looked a little bit more at Elijah, I realised something. “Come to think of it, you look like the older version of the person who bumped into me. Like, you have the same face, he could

Elaine's POV “Miss Elaine…” Someone knocked on the door, calling out my name. I raised my head and said, “Come in”. A young woman, one of the employees downstairs whom I had never spoken to before, came in, she was cute. And I hoped her words were cute as well. “Miss, we have a message for Mr Silver's but he is not in yet so I was asked to bring this to you. It's from Delacroix.” She smiled and handed the sealed document to me. It was an invitation to a party at the Delacroix Mansion. “Thank you.” I smiled at her, watching her beam as she left my office. After she left, closing the door behind her, I glanced back at the invitation card, “It’s pretty.” I mused out, obviously admiring the handwriting. It was neater than I would have ever hoped to write. “Well, it's for Zade so…” I sighed and carefully stood up from my desk to walk to the inner office, Zade's office to keep the invitation in his drawer, when a voice suddenly sounded from the door. “What are you doing?” “Oh my g