(Anastasia's POV)W-What? D-Divorce?No... No... I won't.I rush out to the room, "No..." Mom stopped in her trance. I know she will feel surprised that it's the first I disobey her decision. Well, maybe the second time around after the Italy matter.She exhales deeply and looks at me as if I committed a huge sin. "Are you disobeying me now?"I slowly shook my head. "I love him, Mom. And he feels the same. You can't force me to divorce him unwillingly. This marriage will survive if you give us your full support, the same as the very first time I introduced him to you." "You have to listen to me, Anastasia!" she yells but I did not flinch. I expected her to be this furious, knowing what I had been caused from the very beginning, by lying."No... I-I know you're so damn mad right now, but can you just support me for real this time, Mom?""That's final, Anastasia. Don't let me drag you out of this country." "NO!" she stops. I froze too. I realized what I just did. This is the first I d

(Caleb's POV)I always knew she would return to me but this is not what I expected. I never thought this would really happen between us.Divorce.All my dreams of us being together were shattered right in front of my face. I couldn't believe that it will end up this early. How did Amanda found out the paper? I should have thrown that the moment I confessed to Anastasia. I know she would be angry by our actions but... Divorce? I can't do that. Tears began to roll down my face, I wish that I had had more time to be with her longer, to tell her how much I love her. I was too caught up in taking them time to breathe and sink into the situation we had. Suddenly, they are taking her away from me, and that matters now.I can't let her go.She is the only one who can understand me, and my ups and downs. She made me into a whole person, she's the piece that I need to fill the life that I almost ruined because of the past. She made me believe true love exists. I need her in my life. I need her

(Anastasia's POV)I felt weak. My eyes could barely open. I couldn't move my hands, they were tied up to a pole, with something I couldn't see. My head felt heavy, I could only hear the sounds of water dripping and whispers.I slowly began to regain my conscience. I finally opened my eyes. The room was dark, there was no window and there was only one door which was up against the stairs. I assumed this might have been a basement.Nothing around me looked familiar. I couldn't tell whether it was night or day.All my memory's started coming back to me slowly. I was still in the same clothes I had been wearing when I am looking for Caleb. But how I got here or where I was, I was still not certain.The room was cold and dusty like someone had not been in there for ages. I could smell blood, but I guess that might have been my blood since blood was running down my face, my hands two might have been bleeding as well because they were tired and very tight.My whole body felt as if it was dra

(Caleb's POV)"BYRON!""BYRON!!!"I'm at Fendi Chateau Residences with Damian, in front of Byron's unit. I keep banging on his door for more than a minute now and it's losing my patience. When I heard Clinton, only Byron and Cecille were on my mind. I know that I should not jump to conclusions without a shred of valid evidence but maybe they know who is the real owner of the house."Maybe he is not home," Damian commented causing me to curse and feel frustrated."Let's get the key down there." "W-What?" I ignore him and walk to the elevator. "Will they give it to us?"They should be, or else I'm going to burn this Goddamn building!When we arrived at the lobby, we headed straight to the receptionist."Can you open unit 104?" I firmly asked the woman in charge."M-Mr. Carter, w-we can't do th--""JUST OPEN THE GODDAMN UNIT!"A hand on my shoulder makes me flinch as his grip put too much pressure on my shoulder. I glare at Damian who's making a fake smile at the receptionist and look

(Anastasia's POV)There I was again, passed out on the floor, unconscious. This was becoming a pattern. I was not aware of where I was and it wasn't a cold dusty basement anymore.Where am I again?The room didn't have anything much. Just a bed and a few other things.This time, I wasn't tied up next to a pole or anything, I was laying in bed. I'm pretty sure the door was locked and even if I tried screaming, no one would be able to hear me from a great distance.I felt so weak, it was as if my body was paralyzed. I couldn't feel anything. Something was wrong with me.The room was pretty much empty. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the ticking clock.I lay there as I heard the time pass me by. I have never felt so weak in my life. Suddenly, a pool of tears gathered in my eyes.I felt so betrayed. I treated him as my best friend. I trusted him but what he just did to me was far from what I imagined.After what seemed like hours of weeping, Byron came in. The one face I neve