Ethan's POVHe ran to me immediately, then hugged me. He embraced me like he didn't hear what I just said. He embraced me... and tried to protect me against our mother after every word I said."Don't beg, Ethan! You don't need to do that!" His voice screams pain, and I know that when I speak, I will be mirroring his pain.I remained silent; I didn't answer him. I just cried there and continued sobbing, even with my brother already comforting me. He's whispering words after words to me, but I can't focus on him anymore. I just wanted to get out of this. I just don't want to be with our mother. I want to stay in here.Thinking of my promise to Killian, I feel guilty that I am ready to trade my brother just so my mother won't take me. I feel guilty... because I am ready to sacrifice everything and everyone just for myself. Just to achieve what I want in life.Peace.Am I selfish for doing it?I just want to get out of the noise of cursing, shouting, and breaking glasses and plates. I jus

Ethan's POVIt had been my way to relax myself and fight stress; it was sex. Some wanted to be in a relationship with me, but every time they would ask me that terrible question, I would just raise my eyebrow and silently decline them.I could not understand why women needed to have a relationship with me when all I wanted was to fuck. Most of them are believers in love, like it was some kind of spell that they got cast with, and they can't get away from the trance of that magic."Where are you going?" Alysa, my classmate in one of my subjects in college, asked me. I glanced at her and raised an eyebrow at her. She was still on the bed, and she was wrapped in the cushion of the hotel we checked into. I shook my head at her and put my pants back, put my belt on, and then locked it. I took my white polo and wore it, then buckled its buttons. "Ethan, I am asking you. Are you not going to cuddle with me?" She said in a soft voice. I could see from the side of my eyes that she stood up

Pennelope's POVThe performance of the masscott has already started. Instead of watching the Masscott perform, my eyes are focused on my son, and I could not help but smile widely because of how happy he was. After the performance, we are guided to our table, which is already near our visitors' tables. Jared went back to us, still wearing his wide smile. "Did you enjoy it, baby?" I asked him as we walked to our table. He lifted his eyes at me and nodded happily. "Yes, mom! My friends liked it too!" he laughed, which made me smile even more."Ethan!" A familiar politician went to greet him, then he tapped Ethan's shoulder. "Is this your idea? My grandson enjoyed the theme! And he really enjoyed the performance a while back!"Ethan chuckled then glanced proudly at Jared. "No, Mr. Lucidro. It was actually my son, Jared, who chose the design for his birthday celebration." Ethan answered with wide smile, like he was ready to shout it to the whole world that it was Jared who chose the d

Ethan's POV Did I just marry Pennelope because I wanted to own the Falcon Empire all by myself alone? Am I deserving to be her husband? Watching her cry every night since our marriage kills my heart. I cannot focus on working. My father had started transferring everything to me in my own name, but I cannot find any reason to be happy. This was what I wanted, right? This was what I desired in the beginning. But why do I feel like my soul, my life, has been taken away from me just by watching my wife cry? And it was because I loved her. I love her so much that it kills my heart everytime I see her hurt. I love her so much more than I could love anyone."I love you, Pennelope. I love you so much," I whispered at her one night after we made love. I promised myself I would never hurt her. I would never let anyone hurt her. I do not think I can handle it if she ever feel pain. Nobody is going to hurt her. From the moment I married her, from the moment I gave her my name, she will fore

Ethan's POVThe sound of water coming from the shower is so relaxing. Its cold breeze is calming my nerves, and it brings chills to my deepest bones inside.I do not usually experience it before, but now that I have seen Pennelope and have fallen in love with her again after five years, I suddenly feel the excitement of being alive. That day, I immediately called the leader of my men to find Pennelope. The excitement to see her again is so strong that I could not concentrate on work and could not take even a single nap. I need to see her again. I need to talk to her. And it may be wrong to say it, but I need to get her back. I need to win her back and bring her back into my life again. The five years of being tortured are already enough. Actually, I already gave up on finding Pennelope and having her back in my life again. Not because I do not love her anymore or because I do not want her in my life anymore. But rather because I knew that what I had done could not be forgiven. And ev