Isabelle’s Point of View:Our kiss continued for the longest time ever and I pulled back when I ran out of breath. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.“I’m so lucky to have you.” His words were like a symphony to my ears. I was flabbergasted, taken aback, and freaking out all at once. This seemed to be a happy ending to a long-awaited sad life. “I believe you know that this is something I’ve wanted forever.”“I know,&rdq

Achilles’ Point of View:Everything was falling apart.The doctors told me that her reaction toward me was much more hostile than any other person she has seen, so I was supposedly her trigger to whatever she went through at that time. They suggested I stayed away till she made a full recovery—which they didn’t have a timeline on, or a confirmation even.Carlos was also taken aback when I told him everything. He couldn’t understand what happened, or why she didn’t call me when she got out. She had just wandered off on the street till someone saw her covered in some blood. They called the ambulance and asked if she was okay, but she didn’t speak a word.The person described her state as “in shock” and “not responding to any stimuli” and that’s when he called the police. Carlos was at the hospital because… well, I don’t know why he was there—but he saw her and did the same, and she didn’t reply. That’s exactly when he called me and asked me to come.I understood that my father had done

  Achilles’ Point of View: I hung up the call in rage and left the hospital for a walk. As I was walking on the sidewalk, I saw Carlos coming back with the drink for her. “Hey, Achilles. Your call’s done?” He asked with a cheerful expression.  Ah, crap. I really didn’t want to deal with this. I just wanted a normal, fucking walk. “Uh, yeah.” I said as my eyes wandered on the street.“What’s wrong?”

Isabelle’s Point of View:I was sitting in the courtroom, right next to my lawyer. It was weird to be here, after what happened. I didn’t know if I’d find the courage to take the matter to court, but when Ace said he’d do it if I didn’t, it just felt right for me to be the one.He had done so much for me. I know I was the one who went through it all, but he stood by my side—metaphorically, and never gave up on me, even though he could’ve walked away with good reason. He didn’t feel the need to force me into seeing him, or even rush me at all. There was no one else who could’ve been more patient and understanding than him. Maybe that was all the more reason why I didn’t want him going against his father—I didn’t want him to get shit in returning of everything he had done to me. When the judge asked me to present them with any witnesses if I could, there was silence for a few moments. I hadn’t thought of anything, to be honest. My lawyer did some of the thinking and planning, but I was

 Achilles’ Point of View: “Take a step toward her if you dare, and then we’ll see,” I said with a bold voice and looked at the man standing in front of me.He was a little taller, a bit more muscular and a tad more intimidating than me, but he was also the bad guy. Bad guys don’t win. He stared at me for a few minutes, trying to see if I’d back down and give up, but there was no going back. I stared back with an equally powerful gaze and he finally retreated as he looked away. “I don’t want a fight,” He said, “I just wanted to talk to my daughter.” If I didn’t know