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."
Eleanor’s POVMy eyelids consciously opened on their own, finding out that I was in a spacious area without any things in reach. Where am I, and what is this place? It is a closed area where the windows are also covered, and almost all of the walls have soundproofing instruments to make sure that even if I scream so loud, no one from the outside will hear me say anything. I looked at the side, where there is a special built-in bed, and saw Ameila peacefully sleeping. Ava is obviously not here, her presence is absent. Until I came deeper into my senses, I noticed that I was sitting in a chair where I could not move. I was locked with several chains, which is totally giving me a heavy feeling. I moved for a bit, and there is a vibrant noise heard from these chains. I saw Amelia move, please do not be awakened by these chains. I moved again, starting to find where the lock is, but it keeps on emitting large percussions. How can I get out of this captivation? Even if I transform into my w
Zayn’s POV For how many days of Eleanor being a missed person, nothing is getting better. Nothing is progressing with her case when it comes to how the police officers handle it. I am starting to contemplate now, what if the person who got her is Dylan? I could not stop thinking about that matter. Of all the people that surround her, he is most likely the one who would cause this to happen to her. Perhaps, they kidnapped her, and that would be an advantage for them to do anything with Eleanor. But why doesn’t Eleanor’s father know? I thought both of them conspired with each other when it comes to proceeding with their wedding? Maybe they lost keeping in touch because Uncle Martin was busy with his new family, as Eleanor informed me. However, I was being flooded by Uncle Martin’s text messages, saying such words to me that are equal to one word only, which is irresponsible. He keeps on blaming me. I tried opening this up to Kyle, but he told me that we don’t have sufficient proof for