[3rd POV—Damon]On the southern tip of Roosevelt Island, an abandoned Renwick Smallpox Hospital was built in the mid-nineteenth century, but it wasn’t abandoned no more. It’s just right within the cityscape, sitting out in plain sight. That’s where the address Davien sent to him. Damon didn’t hesitate to drive his car at full speed into that area. Underneath whatever remains in that old hospital building is a hideout.He had spent an hour observing the entire area. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have just instantly thought that is like any other abandoned place located inside the city. Despite being urban, the entire area looks dreary and forlorn. It also appears to be haunted enough to discourage those stupid, curious paranormal dickheads from wandering in this area at night.Davien sent him another blueprint of the entire area. A computer-generated layout. There was a secret tunnel just a few yards away from the ruins, leading directly to the facility built hidden from the

[Cara]“What? Aren't you going to say something?” I grilled out, steeling myself not to break down as the memories from those horrid nights started to come back and haunt me.Those that made me feel so dirty that I couldn't stand being in my own skin.He didn't talk.My phantom has just turned his dark eyes toward me and is staring at me as though he’s seeing nothing but me. Contrition most of all was gleaming, and much like me, it looked as though he had a lot of things he wanted to say to me but couldn't.Or that he is completely at a loss for where to begin.I trusted him. Somehow in the hinder-most part of me trusted him that he was going to find me after finding out I was gone for three days. I wanted him badly to come and save me, kill that motherfucker who did this to me in the most brutal way possible.But he didn’t.I ought to have been more prudent. He always visits me every night, but he didn’t even do something or might wonder why I haven’t been home.“Why are you here? Is

[Cara]Days passed and the doctor already gave me clearance for discharge. Tomorrow I’ll be discharged from the hospital and they have already scheduled me to a psychiatrist. We’ll be having a session once every week for forty-five minutes.I don’t know how to feel about it, and everyone around me aside from mom and Nancy seems to be walking on eggshells for fear that I will explode into a ballistic rage when they try to engage me in conversation. Others visited me throughout the length of time I was confined, but the one person I hope to see even just for a moment didn’t come. I supposed it was because I wanted to thank him for saving my life.Yet, all he did was sent flowers and chocolates. I do appreciate the thought, to say the least.He must be disgusted with me now after what I went through. Seeing me in such a damaged state, incomplete ruin beyond repair. But why saved me though? Was it out of pity?I don’t think he wanted to be associated with me now.“Honey, is it okay to lea

[Cara] Okay, I don't know why the fuck I am panicking?It’s not like this is the very first time I've talked to him. Though, I am quite aware that our recent encounters may have not been very cordial. Especially, right before I was taken captive.It doesn't help either that I went crazy inside his own mansion. Though I couldn't be entirely at fault that time, I was grieving, and dropping the bomb on my face of what will my future be isn't really something that I could take on lightly. Well, let's just say the news didn't sit with me nicely and I kind of went a little overboard with my reaction. However, with everything that is going on, the horrors I've been through and mom receiving the same black envelope with a crest of a rose and snake.Considering what mom had suggested, it seems that marrying Damon Montreal is the best option I have left. I've already seen the video dad left me and explained why he had to do such a thing, compromising my inheritance in the hands of Mr. CEO Da

[Cara]My entire body quivered with fear, my hand viciously shaking as I gripped my phone so hard while simultaneously casting a fleeting glimpse at Damon, who was staring at me intently.He wasn’t holding a phone.‘Get the hell away from me!’ After giving him a speedy response, I swiftly returned to the table. I am still trembling, and my heart thumps a thousand beats per second. It feels like I would have cardiac arrest anytime if I didn’t manage my anxiety.I wanted to sit down, but it seemed like my knees had become rigid and were unable to bend, and my palms started to feel cold and wet.“I uh…”“Are you alright?” I turned to Damon, there were now emotions gracing his face, and those were genuine concerns of my sudden perturbed countenance.“Y-yes, I am fine.” I forced a smile on my face, but instead, it came out a grimace when my phone chimed again. I don’t want to read the message, but something deep down inside compels me to just swipe the screen and be done with all this bot