Author’s POV
Next morning, Aslan was woken up by Ian and the commotion he brought. Aslan’s mother, sisters, Tom, Matthew, Elle, Bella, everyone was there. He talked with utter patience to everyone when all he wanted was to be alone and think about her. His mother constantly cursed Elena, and Joanna and Alicia joined. Elle was clearly upset and Bella was on his side, having no idea why her friend has run away when she was planning the wedding with such zeal. Ian never left the bedside the entire time and Matthew knew that something was going on in Aslan’s mind.
Aslan sent his mother, sisters, and Tom home. Elle had already left as she had an appointment. Finally, Ian asked, “What are you gonna do about her?”
“I wanna die right now.” Aslan replied honestly. Since she had come into his life, there had not been a day when he had been away from her, never for this long. He was wondering how he was alive. He was like a fish out of water without her.
“You, dickhead, you listen to me. You are Aslan fucking Parker. You leave women. Women don’t leave you, and if they do, you say “Good riddance” and find another chick.” Ian was just trying to divert his mind.
“I want my chick.” Aslan spoke like a baby.
“Then you better find that bitch and fuck the sense out of her, tie her to your bed, and make sure she never dares to leave you.” Ian couldn’t believe Elena could do this or he could talk about her this way.
“Is that how you are gonna treat my sister?” Matthew knew it was time to interfere. Aslan was not in his right mind and he needed a good advice, not a toxic one.
Ian growled. “Fuck, Mat, I love your sister.”
“And he loves Elena. Look, Aslan, you gotta find out what happened. Ok? Don’t reach any conclusions. Besides, you will get back home tomorrow. Then we will think what we are gonna do.”
Aslan was thinking, and Ian’s words made him think hard. Yes, he needs to find her.
“Call Sean.”
“Now?” Matthew asked as he saw his friend’s cold eyes and set jaw.
Fuck, he has lost it, Matthew thought.
“Now.” It was like Aslan had turned off a switch inside him.
Sean came hurriedly. “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
“Any lead on her?”
“No, Mr. Parker.”
“What about her driver?”
“He was found in an alley near his home. He was doped and tied when he was leaving his home to fetch her. Even his phone was crushed.”
“Hmmm. The car?”
“We found it abandoned ten miles south.”
“What about the Hitman?”
“We have him. He is half dead and still not ready to spill.” Sean was very efficient at these things.
“Hmmm, take him to hospital, and get him treated, then I will meet him. Any media leakage?”
“No, Mr. Parker, we contained it.”
“Ok. She can’t pull this stunt alone, Sean. Did you check her phone records?” Matthew, Ian and Aslan saw how Sean’s face changed.
“What?” Aslan asked.
“There is a problem with her phone, Mr. Parker.”
“Spill” Aslan wanted to know how she pulled it. Until now, she had not left a clue.
Sean pulled out the plastic bag from his pocket in which her phone was kept. He wore a glove and pulled out the phone. He placed it in front of Aslan and switched on the power button.
“Tracker, My Foot. To hell With You, Aslan Cheater Parker.” The text displayed on the screen, and a clown replaced it, laughing. Aslan clenched his jaw and screamed in frustration, throwing away the phone. So, she found out. That’s why she felt betrayed. He was so angry now. His stitches threatened to open up and Matthew calmed him down. Aslan ran a hand down his face and exhaled loudly.
“You had a tracker in her phone?” Matthew asked, but Aslan ignored.
“Come here, Sean.” Sean came closer but was wary of his employer’s mood. The man loved his woman so much. His heart must be weeping. “Spend every last cent of my wealth if you have to, hire any agency
you want, but bring me that woman back. At any cost.”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
“And I want her alive. If anyone touches her, cut his hands. Bring her to me, and I will kill her myself.”
Aslan’s
POVAslan passed the entire day reading her file. She had never been out of New York. Where would she go? He checked her phone records, but if she had found out about tracker, it was evident that she must have used her phone carefully.
Aslan was growing impatient. He ordered Mike to bring him clothes.
He was dressing up when the nurse came and seeing him up and standing, her eyes widened.
“You…You can’t leave now.” Her voice was frail.
“Try and stop me.” His gruff voice made her run out of the room to fetch the doctor. He was out in the corridor and people made way for him as he passed. He knew how he must be looking right now. Wounded. Can everyone see that he is a jilted lover turned zombie?
The doctor he had seen yesterday came running.
“Mr. Parker, being our doctor, I forbid you….” Aslan took his neck and thrust him against the wall with his right hand. He still had enough power left in him to tackle an army if they stopped him from finding Elena.
“I am not a 10-year-old. I am Aslan Parker and no one, listen carefully, no one can forbid me to do anything.”
“Mr. Parker.” The doctor was struggling for breath and Aslan was not giving a shit. He finally left the man.
“Send the prescriptions to my home.”
“But it’s your shoulder. You will need help…”
“Then send me a fucking nurse. Now fuck off.”
He came home and the thick silence deafened his ears. Her laughter was still echoing in the house. He ignored it, and walked to his room. The moment he opened the room, his eyes watered.
The room was decorated with roses. The bed had a heart made of rose petals with A and E written in it. The scented candles were never lightened and were waiting for the arrival of the awaited guests. One of them was God knows where. He could smell her scent mixed with the scent of roses.
The lights flickered and came to life as he entered the room. His eyes slowly roamed around the room. He went down on his knees as his breath stuck in his throat. His shoulders heaved as he thought about her and memories came back to kill him. He was left alone by the love of his life.
“Why did you do it, Elena?” He screamed into the empty room. He fisted the sheet and pulled it off the bed, messing up whatever was there. He kicked the table and the glass shattered. The curtains found their way on the floor and the room looked like a storm had been there. Aslan was screaming her name, destroying everything, just like his life was destroyed. He was nothing without her. Nothing.
He took a bottle from the bar, and let the brown liquid burn his throat. He knew he was not supposed to drink. His shoulder and chest hurt like shit, but the pain in his heart was far too great.
He sat down beside the bed and drank. Tears flowed down his eyes.
“I swear to you, Elena. The day I find you, I will bring you down on your knees and you will be begging me for my mercy.”
Author’s POVIan and Matthew drove madly to his house when they learned about his voluntary, impromptu, and definitely-not-allowed and doctor-unapproved discharge. The door to the home was open, so they went straight to his bedroom.“Fuck.”Both of them said in unison when they found the room in a mess and Aslan passed out beside it, the bottles around him. They didn’t know that the reason which had him passed out wasn’t from the bottles of alcohol but the loss of his love.They took him to another room and laid him down. Matthew called an agency to send cleaners. He must have been thoughtful enough to get his home cleaned, he scolded himself. God knows what Aslan must have gone through after seeing his “could be” marital bed. Matthew was feeling bad for Aslan, but his heart was not ready to accept that Elena had betrayed him without any reason.Ian was removing his friend’s shoes and cursing Elena. “I curse you, El. You will pay for it.” It was not the first time his friend had been
Author’s POVAslan's head was hurting. He tried to move but when he saw his hands, he growled. He looked around him. The place was drowned in darkness.“Ian? Matt? Oh, fuck.” He called for his friends but it looked as if they had abandoned him. Aslan struggled and the bed croaked as he pulled with all his might. He took deep breaths and pulled again. After some more struggle, the headboard gave up and his hand was freed with a large chunk of headboard along with it. His wrist was throbbing now. It was not easy to break a headborard, as it seemed. After he stopped panting, he took a few deep breaths, and he pulled his other hand as well and freed himself after a while. He turned on the bedside lamp and saw the room. It was a pretty one. He looked at himself. He was dressed in a pajama. He touched his face and found that he was shaved.His head was still hurting, so he stood up and walked to the door. It was unlocked. He looked down the balcony to see he was in Ian’s home. His three fr
The PastAslan’s POVIt had been three weeks and she was nowhere to be found.Elle was angry. Ian and Matthew were trying to help him, but his stubbornness was slowly pushing them away from him. And he couldn’t complain. He had brought it upon himself. He was a jerk after all.Was he going crazy? No, crazy couldn’t cover what he was feeling. He wanted to snatch out his eyes so he wouldn’t see her face when he closes them. He wanted to snatch out his heart so it wouldn’t beat. It belonged to her. Without her, it should stop, but maybe it was his punishment. Punishment of falling in love. He stumbled on the couch, and sat down.His life was perfect with her. He would have given her anything, but if only she had trusted him. A tear dropped and he wiped it. What was the point of crying? She didn’t cry when she left him, then why should he?He was going to his room, when he was pulled back by a sudden thought or the sight of a door, he could say. He looked at the door, which was closed for
Elena’s POVOne and a half year laterShe drew the blinds, made a hot chocolate and settled down with a book in her lap. It was a romance she had bought from the local supermarket. It was the story of a girl who ran from her house and found a considerate guy in the new city who was hiding from his past. “Loving The Writer Billionaire”, she read the title. She started the book but put it down. There were so many questions in her mind.“Why do these billionaires always get their ways?”“Why they can do whatever they want?”“Why do they always get the good girl?”“Why do they never go to jail or suffer?”Her mind spoke up, “Your billionaire must be suffering right now if he still remembers you.”Her heart spoke, “Naaahhhh. He would have fucked a hundred girls by now.”“Haha, completely agree with you.” It was the first time her mind and heart agreed. She opened the laptop and typed in his name. There was no news about him except that he was named as the Most Eligible Bachelor US, had won
Author’s POV Warning- Sensitive Content Ahead The place was dim and dark. The only light emanating was the bathroom. He stood in front of the large mirror. His eyes were darkest shade of blue and he looked at himself and the tattoo. The drawer opened and he pulled the knife. He sighed and started the torture which was his only way to feel he was alive and was waiting for someone. The point of the knife dug into his skin, and scratched past the wounded skin from last night’s torture. The blood oozed out and he hissed. He traced the knife brutally and blood travelled from his chest to his abdomen. He looked at himself. He was unrecognizable but he had changed. It had been a long time and he still didn’t know where she was hiding. But one thing was sure. He will find her, no matter what. He didn’t wipe the blood, and arrived to his closet. He dressed up and his shirt soaked the blood, but he didn’t care. His housekeeper was complaining daily of the stained shirts. He didn’t care. He w
Elena’s POVElena was returning from a stroll in the market. Her red hair was flowing slowly in the air, and her head scarf was blowing. She had her shades on and was walking with slow steps without looking at anyone.She heard a commotion and was stumbled by a running girl. She got off the road, and looked at her surroundings, which was going wild. God knows what was going on. She went into a shabby looking coffee shop and ordered a coffee.She heard two women talking.“He is damn handsome, and I can’t believe he is shooting in our town.”“Exactly. Heard that he is accompanied by his wife.”“Didn’t know he had a wife.”“He married recently.”“It’s been two days he is here and I still haven’t seen him.”Elena was intrigued by the two women’s gossip. She had no idea who they were talking about.The time after leaving Aslan had been dramatic. At first, she was scared, but then she knew she will have to move on. Returning to her blog was not a good idea. She had seen her picture across T
Author’s POV He woke up and found the bed empty as always. He changed into his clothes, took his wallet and got out of the room. Mike opened the car door and Aslan slid in. The drive to his penthouse was slow and he felt guilty as always. He knew very well that no woman was Elena, but he wanted to punish them. Because he needed to punish someone. Every night he felt like he would die. Her memories were killing him slowly. Why was she still troubling him? She was long gone. He should have forgotten her by now. But no. He was stuck on her. It’s like he was running in the same place for one and a half year. He wanted to move on sometimes, but then he would recall her beautiful eyes, and her flowing soft tendrils, and her soft moans under him, her parted lips, and her slender neck, the curve of her belly, and her precious globes, and he knew he will never move on from her. It’s not just her body but the feel of her when she was beside him, he felt like he could win the world. She had b
Elena’s POVWas she scared? No, she was terrified. It had been more than 15 days and she was here, in this small motel. Since the night Elle had knocked on her door, she had been here, alone, locked in a room, and never even dared to peek out. What if anyone recognizes her? No, she couldn’t take the risk.She took the last bite of pizza she had ordered and gulped it with coke. She was eating but without taste, sleeping, with nothing but terror, watching, without seeing. She was just living. She laid down on the small bed and looked at the TV. Nothing was getting her interest. She opened up the laptop and looked for news on Ian.It was his last day of shooting. He was about to leave for his home after this. “Me and my wife can’t wait to get back to our second honeymoon sooner”, he had spoken in his parting remarks in the interview.Elena sighed. They were going, Good.She lied down and looked at the ceiling.She had run away from Aslan for her freedom, but was she free? She knew he won