Emily's POVHe was there. Finally, I could hug him, my husband, but at the same time, I couldn't exude that excitement. I was happy and at the same time, I wasn't, or rather, we weren't. There was so much suffering in that room that I couldn't contain myself and had to get away from it. I couldn't stay near all of that without feeling guilty. I thought it best to stay in one of the guest rooms. Of course, I didn't feel comfortable entering Tyler's or Olivia's room, let alone muster the courage to enter Louis's room. I couldn't believe Peter was dead, actually, it's impossible. Ethan isn't the type to kill; he would use the boy for some kind of blackmail or something like that. I know Tyler doesn't accept this story, but I also know he wants to give his friend all the support now; Luke doesn't deserve to go through this alone. Nobody does. I was staring at the trees through the windows when someone entered the room, catching my attention. It was Olivia. "Peter isn't dead," she says, he
**Alana Hudson's POV**"Are you finally going to explain why you helped her?" Anthony asks, pacing back and forth across the room."Of course, Olivia has to repay the favor I did for her," I reply, shrugging and finishing dressing in the clothes scattered on the floor."Will it be quick?" he asks, rolling his eyes in anger."Oh dear, you really love my niece, don't you? God! What does that girl have?" I laugh to myself as I button my bra.Anthony was good in bed, but extremely unbearable outside of it. Our relationship was purely casual; we got together whenever I felt like being with a man, but deep down, he was in love with my bratty niece. I can't deny she inherited the Parker family women's beauty."She has a heart, unlike you, Alana," he says, crossing his arms in anger."The women in this family are like wolves in sheep's clothing. Be careful, especially with Olivia; she's young, has an adventurous spirit, and a desire to know the forbidden, a desire to have the world at her fee
**Olivia's POV**"We shouldn't have told him that way," Peter sighs. "Uncle Justin isn't doing well with all this.""And who is?""Olivia, you understand me. It's his father.""Peter..." I place the bandage over the wound, finishing the little treatment I did on him. "We did the right thing.""I thought I'd never see you again," he says, holding me close."Spare me the details of how scared you were."We laugh."But tell me one thing," I begin, "How did you manage to escape?""It was like I told my dad and the others. There was an infiltrator inside, I don't really know. It happened very quickly. He drugged me, and when I woke up, I was in a car coming home.""If you remember anything, let me know, okay?""Okay."I get up from the bed and start putting away the scattered first aid supplies. I was embarrassed in front of Peter. My cheeks were hot, and while I wanted to look him in the eyes, I felt I shouldn't. The silence in that room was unbearable; neither of us dared to say a word.
**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