Quinn . "It's nice to see you again, Quinn. You look so lovely, baby." Domingue was about to touch my face, but I moved away. He chuckled evilly. I'm no longer afraid of him. I can look at him in the eyes without fear. My only worry is for him to hurt Xavion, and my family could no longer threaten me. I know that because Grandma was longer in their care. "Who could have thought that a bastard from the past hides you from us? And worst? He is of the Royal Mondragon blood. How the hell did Xavion find out about our wedding, Quinn? He came at the right time. Have you made contact with him behind me!?" I swallowed hard and blinked a few times the moment Dominique's hand grabbed hold of my chin. I felt the tightened grip he made before he let go. "Bitch," he swore in silence, enough for me to hear it. He paced back and forth, thinking of something. For so long, I can already read Dominique's mind through his body movements. I looked at him again. He looks wasted. His beard grew half

Quinn . "That was stupid of you! It almost killed me!" Instead of hugging him, I punched him in the chest a few times. My intention is not to cause him any pain. It wasn't hard. He laughed and shook his head, and the sweet expression of his eyes melted my heart. I now understand my heart. Xavion was right. He's my weakness, and I'm scared of losing him. "I didn't get hurt. That's all it matters." Xavion hugged me tightly. "What do you mean you didn't get hurt? They shot you! Luckily, it slips through." I looked at his right shoulder. "Really? I didn't feel it. I'm glad you're okay, Quinn, and back in my arms again." He kissed my forehead. "How did you know where I was?" I blinked my eyes while staring into his. "Through this." He touches the pendant on my necklace, and my brows furrowed. Xavion declined to go to the hospital, so here we are, back to his penthouse. The wound was merely a small cut. I applied ointment, antibacterial cream, and then bandaged it. I'm certain of

Xavion."I'll be right back. I promise, Quinn."Saying goodbye to someone who means the world breaks my heart. As much as Dominique wants Quinn back, I can't trade her. Bryce and I constructed a plan, and that's what we hope to do. I tried ringing Dominique's number, but it seemed like he kept changing and changing location.Quinn weakly nodded. I gritted my teeth, as she didn't look convincing to me. She's acting weird lately."Quinn?" I whispered, kissing her forehead, "Don't do anything stupid, Quinn. I know you."She never answered back. "Come back to me alive, okay?" As her eyes began to fill with tears, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace."I will, Quinn. I promise."The Island will be shut down in a few hours. Two super jet small ferries pick up all the employees at once. Everything is on high alert. Norman and the other boys are making their moves, roving around the Island.Reeve is waiting for me. We must take the chopper to the nearest capital and move to a bigg

Quinn . The pain strikes my head the moment I open my eyes. The first thing I saw was a blur. I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them, trying to focus to get a clearer vision this time. Oh my God. Where am I? What happened? As I rolled out of bed, my body stiffened, and I stood motionless like a robot. I just remembered what happened. The classical modern Italian designs in the room clashed with the vintage materials and linings, creating an overwhelming discordant atmosphere. Am I in a museum or a royal chamber? Perhaps I'm dreaming. Yes, I guess. I shut my eyes again, counting from one to five, and slowly opened. It was the same. I am standing in reality, and this is where I am. "Thank goodness you're awake." A woman's voice from behind. I turned around to see her, and my mouth parted. "Amara El Prestino. Nice meeting you, sis." She twisted her lips, looking at me from head to foot and back again. "Tsk, too lousy for an El Prestino blood. You can't even kill a frog, I bet

Xavion . “Who?” I looked at Hendrix, feeling confused. "Amara El Prestino, bro. She’s here.” He moved his head, pointing to the private room next door. “Amara El Prestino? Quinn’s sister?” “Bingo. She contacted me this morning. It seemed like she knew that I was here staying at this hotel. I don’t know how she found out my location.” “Okay. I will accompany you inside.” I composed myself, getting ready for the battle. “Okay, but let me do the talking. We are not in Dalton. Remember that. We are in Greece now,” he reminded me again. “I understand, Hendrix. Cut to the chase. I want this done once and for all. I want to see Quinn. I don’t want to return to Italy or Dalton without her. I don’t bloody care.” I felt like my insides were burning. Longing for someone doesn’t complete me anymore. My life is meaningless without Quinn. I’m like a walking zombie without a head and heart. I want her back. I need her. That’s the only way I could only be myself again. “Remember, she’s a maf