PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVWow! The island and its mansion were both just… No words could describe it. I felt at peace as my anger from before begun to dissipate.Note to self: Buy a private island.I didn’t know I was still gaping at the sheer beauty of the island until Charlie snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.Ugh! This was the second time.I pushed past him and entered the mansion. It was beautiful on the inside too.The stunning living room had round ivory painted walls surrounded by glass doors and arched windows. The place was bright and comfy thanks to the dark brown plush chairs and an extra-long sofa. An over-sized coffee table was at the centre of the space, matching the tray ceiling accent, and the floor to ceiling cream coloured curtains blended seamlessly into the room.“Where’s my room?” I asked my supposed husband.He glanced at me in worry as he spoke.“Mum locked up all the bedrooms except one. She claims that as a newly married couple it’s okay t

PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVI woke up to the delicious smell of pancakes. Mmm, pancakes! My eyes flew wide open as I jolted out of bed, the aroma was getting closer. It was then that I realized that I was hungry.I watched in excitement as my husband entered, carrying a huge tray of a stack of pancakes, fried eggs, bacon, a cup of coffee, and a jar of probably syrup. I could see he struggled with the syrup that threatened to spill.Maybe I should help him. Nah! He could handle it.The food looked really appetizing. I reached over for a strip of bacon, only for the tray to be pulled out of my reach.I pouted childishly at him.“What made you think this breakfast is for both of us? If your stomach didn’t notice, we skipped both lunch and dinner yesterday, and I’m starving. This is all mine. Go brush your stinking mouth and get some for yourself after.” I gaped in disbelief at my husband as he begun to eat the food.He wasn’t kidding.I breathed into my palm to smell my own

PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVAs usual, I woke up this morning with my husband’s arm latched around my waist and his head buried in the crook of my neck.The only difference was that, this time we were face to face on the bed. I didn’t know exactly why but I was prompted to run my sharp nails lightly up and down his jawline. I smiled inwardly at the feeling of his slight stubble against my fingertips.Minutes later he began to stir and I quickly withdraw my hand. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.“Don’t stop, mi amor. I think I will love waking up to this every morning.” He spoke huskily as he smiled groggily at me.How did he not have morning breath?!“Why, your attention seeking whores can’t satisfy you with that?” I asked in slight amusement and begun to run my nails up and down his jaw again.“Mmm!” He let out a breathy moan, “Why, mi Amor? Are you jealous of my many fuck buddies?” He asked with his signature smirk plastered on his face.“Me? Jealous of your

UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE’S POVI furiously exited the mansion, heading for my jet. I had earlier called the pilot to land it right on the island.Who the fuck did Ren think she was? Some bloody angel? She was far from an angel. She was the devil’s incarnate.That bitch seriously had the nerve to say that she could never bare my presence. Ugh! I punched the jet in hurt, frustration and anger till I was satisfied with the blood smearing my knuckles.I heard a familiar voice scoff.I whipped my head in the direction to see Ren entering her jet. We made eye contact for a second, she scowled at me in disgust.She was disgusted? Well I was furious.I averted my sight from her direction and entered my jet. Leila was already there but she wasn’t alone.Great, just the distraction I needed.Ugh! That pathetic bodyguard was right.The jet landed safely in Mr. Taylor’s airport here in Madrid. I was supposed to arrive with Ren for the coronation so I decided to wait for her to arrive. I stood at

UNKNOWN LOCATION: 3RD PERSON’S POVWord had spread fast about the missing English mafia Queen in the mafia. Enemies were alert, hoping to find her for their selfish gains, but there was one thing holding them back. How could they find her when they had no idea what she looked like?Meanwhile, the Spanish, English and Italian mafias had joined forces to search for the mafia Queen. They were instructed by their current Kings to find her at all cost.The Italian mafia was an ally of the English mafia so it was no trouble asking them to aid in the search. The Russian mafia also gave out some of their men as they were an ally of the Spanish mafia. The only difference between the Russian and Italian mafias was that, the Italians actually knew what the missing Queen looked like, as they were more family than an ally to the English mafia.Oceans were searched thoroughly, airports and islands were raided all to no avail.“We must find my daughter. I know without a doubt that she isn’t dead.” M