Eleanor’s POVAs a response, he laughed. By all means, I have no idea if I will trust him after this."Don’t look at me like that. This is a way of me having a vengeance after your concluding decision of waking away. I should have made my pretension even longer, but with the look on your face, it is legibly seen that tears from your eyes will wash away particles from your face.""Just because I am happy that you are finally awake, which I waited for almost a half-day for, fine, I will let this pass because of the deviation of my action, but I will not entertain this kind of clapback from you again." I fold my arms to show a gesture of being dispossessed of his travail. "Why? Aren’t you going to continue your plan of running away already? I thought you were fully determined to leave me and just give up on all of these. I was even surprised to hear your voice as I gained the sentience of my body." "With you being hospitalized as the fruit and my indictable decision to exit as the root
Dylan’s POV As I closed the door after the moment when I had a 10-minute conversation with Eleanor, which I never expected to occur this day. Waking up feeling like this is just a normal day, without imagining that a beautiful girl will come in my doorway. Although, I was surprised with the news she brought me. I never knew that someone else was pestering Zayn’s life besides me."Who was that, Dylan? It seems like you’ve been there for minutes. That doesn’t sound just like our mail delivery." "Can you guess who it is, dad?" "Is this a guessing game, Dylan?" "Actually, it flabbergasted me. Eleanor appearing right outside made me question things." "Really? Eleanor? Did you discern her face clearly? No matter how many times she rejected your calls, I will not believe that she just came and left the vicinity of our home." "Well, destiny is just like a player. You couldn’t really determine how it moved. You can just review the CCTV if you want." Until now, he still doubts if I am tel
Eleanor’s POV A fresh and great week to start again, after having numerous problems and difficulties that appeared past few weeks. I have even no idea how I survived it all and how I am still surviving everything. Well, I do expect that today will not be a rough day since dad and I are meeting. He called me the other day and simply asked me how I was doing in my life, which kept me pretty entertained. Having a small talk with him is what I miss the most. My whole life, I was just partnered with him. I still cannot avoid missing him this first time we separated from each other. I mean, it is not bad to catch up sometimes with him despite everything, besides, he is still my dad.Actually, I am astounded since this is the first ever conversation again that we had in which he did not mention any cases about the planned marriage with Dylan. Upon going to our agreed-upon meeting place, I have high hopes that he will not mention any of it. As it happens, I am nearly walking to it presentl
Dylan’s POV Why would Zayn’s mother want to kill him? That’s a strange scenario to imagine. The more I hear from Shania, the more it gets engrossing. What a right moment to hear these out, especially now that my brain cells are not working."Did she talk about the purpose of why she was planning to assassinate his own son?" "Believe me or not, we are not going deeper into that kind of conversation, Mr. Dylan. She is strictly maintaining an equal atmosphere between the two of us. I think, she is not also on the side of giving information about it. I was just there to listen to her plan and take action on it." She has a point. Why would a mastermind explain everything to her assistant? Although there is one question that remains unsolved in my mind, I will not have any chances to speak with her, unless my brain cooperates. Eagerness to attain an idea sometimes enhances the way I think. That is, why did mom’s Zayn specifically choose Shania as the hitman of her plan? I mean, Shania is
Zayn’s POV I am aware of the conflict and differences of perspective that have occurred between me and mom since the day that she cheated, but I did not know that her rage towards me had already ended up this bad. I have nothing else to feel, but indignation as well. How can she kill her own offspring?Did she forget the core memory of every ache that she went through while giving birth to me? In exchange for material things, she is ready to give me up. Perhaps, the only ones that she is thinking of these past years are her present joyous family. As a matter of fact, I still could not refrain myself from feeling downhearted when it comes to this decision of hers because she is still my mother and we have a great connection together even if she does not entertain it. I am not like her, who has the aptness to throw an immediate family member away that easily. It is time to call her, which will test the honesty of her mouth. At the moment I learned about the news about my trusted men,
Dylan’s POVBecause of desperation, I did not know what portion of my thoughts influenced me to meet up with Eleanor’s half-sister. I am not even sure if she truly is the person behind the call that we have, but instead of getting nearer to Zayn’s mom's house, I decided to attend this instead.Maybe I can obtain greater results by being the henchman of Eleanor’s half-sister than Zayn’s mom. As I walked on the park where she told us to meet, I already saw her figure waiting in the midst of the green short grass on the ground. I looked around to see if someone is with her, but she came here all by herself. I have a lesser idea about the backstory of her relationship with Eleanor, but I am sure that she wants something I also aspire to have. "Ava, right?" I tapped her right shoulder, and as she faced me, I saw a resemblance to Eleanor’s facial features. Now, I do believe that she is Eleanor’s sister, without scattering doubts. Although, Eleanor is still the more gorgeous one for me. "
Zayn’s POV Eleanor went out of the mansion to get the results of our filed divorce at the post office, where they sent the document. I wanted to get with her, but he pushed me to just stay right here at the mansion because she would be the one personally getting it. She noticed how tired I have been for the past few days, which is why she keeps telling me to have a sufficient amount of relaxation. I have no choice but to follow what she wants. As people say, happy wife, happy life. By now, Eleanor should have the document already and should be dialing my number–*Ring (3x)Wait, this is not Eleanor. A new number flashed on my screen, giving me the inquisitiveness of wondering who this person is, calling me in the middle of the day. What I am sure of is that this is not about work because I sent the memorandum to my secretary that I will be staying in the mansion for the day requested by my gorgeous wife. "Hello, may I know who this is?" Out of sheer strangeness, I managed to answer
Eleanor’s POV I feel like I slept all day, waking up inside the mansion and seeing Zayn’s face totally worried at me. The last time I remembered, I was on my way to the post-office when someone gave something to me until I ran out of consciousness, which led me to sleep. I cannot even discern if that was a dream or not. "Eleanor! You’re already awake. I thought you will not be opening your eyes again. I was so worried about you". Zayn hugged me tightly, as if he had not seen me for how many years. "How many hours were I out?" Curiously, I asked. "You were in doze for 7 days already." My face frowned, doubtful about whether he was telling the truth or not. Is he serious, or did I not hear it right? I did not utter a word and am still analyzing that short sentence he verbalized. For almost a minute, he had a blank face until he could not stop his laugh. I knew it, he is faking it. "Don’t worry because you were sleeping for just 7 hours, not days. Just wanting to see your reaction."