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ETHAN COLEAnd just like that I was back to square one. Not the kind that I could easily swim my way through. I sat on the seat, staring at the screen before me. VAR's message was still open, reminding me of how foolish I was. Taking a deep breath, I let it out carelessly. My head spun, thoughts jumbled, and the silence in the room spoke louder words. Ava hated me. She finally saw me for the monster I was. A person filled with so much deceit that it hurts to even think about it. “How did she even know my password?” I asked rhetorically. The answer was laid bare. I underestimated her, and that led to my downfall. Just then, a message popped up on the screen. Serena. What was she doing texting me by this hour? The night had already gone bad, and there was nothing else to be anxious about. The only thing that was left was to wait for my death. I clicked on the notification banner just to see a picture of the product. My target product. Then it clicked. That commot

AVA DUVAL A ravaging heat burned through me, my hands trembled as his eyes widened at the content in the laptop. His messages with VAR… the files… everything lay bare before him. He wasn't going to feign ignorance now, and he knew it. His eyes drifted to mine. Still trying to keep a composed expression, huh? Although the evidence stared right at me, I wanted to know — to hear from him if everything we had was truly a lie. Every second spent with him felt like a bed of roses, except I had ignored the thorns. Now it had come to bite me, piercing into my body. “Ava…” that was all he said. The only thing he could do was whisper my name as though I wasn't supposed to see this. He reached for me, but I pulled away too betrayed to let his filthy hands touch me. Somehow, he didn't persist, he stayed in his lane still watching me, his eyes darker than before. My throat burned, too weak to even let out a cry of pain. “You shouldn't have seen this,” he whispered. Whatev

ETHAN COLE My feet trudged down the road slowly, as the rain poured down on me. Light flashed across the sky as a rumbling sound echoed throughout. Strands of wet hair slipped over my eyes, but that didn't bother me one bit How could one question cause so much damage to us? Love?I was still trying to figure that out. Or maybe I had already done that. Love wasn't calculating. If it were, then I would be a master at it. It tugged at your heart, made you do foolish things, and left you broken and bitter. Somehow, I was ready for that. Ethan Nikolai Cole was broken, foolish and bitter. What more could a measly thing like love do? If love meant sacrificing yourself for someone else then I was madly in love with Ava. I loved her, and I foolishly let her go without stopping her. I couldn't even blame VAR for my inability to communicate. That failure belonged entirely to me. She was head over heels for me, and that suffocated me in the best way possible. But danger was l

AVA DUVAL He loves me. He loves me. Ethan loves me. Then why was his face so blank, his eyes darker than they should be?Why did it break my heart when he said nothing at all?Or maybe, I had been deceiving myself all along. The rain showered, wind blowing against my face. The moon had disappeared behind dark rain clouds.Ethan stood there, strands of hair over his face… his lips twitched as though he wanted to say something, but decided against it. It shattered my heart even more. He raised his dead eyes at me, soulless like everything we ever had was a joke. I couldn't bring myself to believe that. Tonight was overwhelming… the break in, the fire, it was enough to break someone. “Ava…” We had been through so much in one night. I should understand. Yet the aching in my chest continued to tear piece by piece. “Ava,” he called, his tone unmasked. I snapped back to reality. The painful one. “What?” He let out a heavy sigh, as though I was being childish. “Let'

ETHAN COLE I quickened my feet wanting to reach her. But the crowd scattered, screaming for help. Suddenly, I could no longer see even the tip of her head. Smoke billowed, spreading through the room. My heart pounded, sweat pouring down my face. Heat rose to my throat, irritation blocking my airway. The ashy smoke had blurred my vision, tears threatening to fall. I blinked them away. I could barely see through the commotion, as people pushed past me, crying for help. They forced their way through the door as the fire spread. I needed to find her then leave. After all she was more than just my duty. My mind raced through different possibilities, none more favourable than the other. She couldn't have left without me, especially when there was a stampede going on. Human beings who claimed to be dignified racing to save their heads… to survive…Wait. Everything stopped, including the numerous thoughts running through my head. My eyes widened as realization struck me like lig

ETHAN COLE. My breath huffed as I thrusted into her. She moaned loud enough to be heard. Too bad no one could hear us from her room. Her body jerked each time I thrust in, sweat dripping from her face. The Duval party?Was this a way to put an end to my misery? Her father, Mr Han, had come home bearing the news. They were launching a new product that would shock the world. And this… this was my mission. To get the information on how. Ava collapsed to the bed, while I rolled beside her, keeping my hand on her waist. She gasped, her soft breath doing crazy things to me. I pushed it aside. For now. “That party starts in a few hours, you know that, right?” I asked, planting a kiss on her temple. She nodded, then snuggled closer to me as though this party engagement wasn't her concern. “If your father steps in sweetheart, I might lose my job–” I brushed her off, sitting on the bed. “And I don't want that. Who's going to do this when I go?” I teased. She chuckled, but I

One month had passed in the Winters estate and the weather became warmer than usual. The chirping of birds could be heard not too far away — everywhere was finally at peace. Amy sat in the living room, her eyes stuck to a book Owen bought to keep her company, because as he said, work called. He needed to fix everything and return them back to normal especially after Ash Winters death, Mr Winters death and the casualties faced when dealing with the late Ari Xavier. Paris scented like peace, and everyone probably went back to their daily routine — no curfew, no being alert. Just as Amy put down the book, the door swung open, and Owen walked in in his usual outfit, royal blue Armani, and a well dressed hair, it was in curls this time around.Amy assessed her man, he looked nervous but only she could notice it.“Pumpkin,” Owen said, coming to give her a hug.She let him give her as many kisses as possible. She deserved it.They deserved it.“How's the baby?” He asked, caressing he

AMELIA XAVIER The smell of my favourite kind of coffee filled my nose as I opened my eyes. Letting out a yawn, I stretched myself out of bed and moved downstairs to meet Owen in the kitchen making breakfast. We were moving into the Winters estate today so why was he making breakfast? As I opened my mouth to speak, he turned to face me, handing me a chocolate chip. “I saw this on YouTube, how does it taste,” he said, shoving the chocolate chip into my mouth. I bit into it and the taste brought a smile to my face.“Tastes like something made with love. I'll go wash up and come down for breakfast,” I murmured, planting a kiss on his lips and walking away. A few minutes later, we were done with breakfast and we sat by the pool playing with the water. It was warm and surprisingly calming.“I thought we were moving today?” I asked, glancing at him.Owen shrugged, the look on his face said he was contemplating on whether to avoid the question or not.“I'm doing some renovations

OWEN WINTERS A month had passed and the mourning period for my father ended, now what was left was making me the don to this house. The hall was decorated with blue roses which signified the colour of the house Winters. The chandeliers shone beautifully casting its light around the hall. I took in the sights before going upstairs to get ready. I stared at the mirror holding my tuxedo jacket, memories of the recent events flooding my head — Ash Winters was dead, father died, Ari Xavier died and my child. I seemed lost because I didn't know when Amy came in.“Lost in thoughts?” She asked and I smiled, turning to face her. I took her waist pulling her closer to me so that our noses touched.“A lot of things have happened, it's only necessary to be lost in thoughts, pumpkin,” I whispered, my tone hushed and my breath brushing her lips. She chuckled lightly. I planted a soft kiss on her lips and started to pull away but she held me tight and kissed me sliding her tongue into my mo

AMELIA XAVIER The world should've ended the day I came to Paris, because that day changed everything for me.My dream was to be like father, strong, confident and regal, but coming to Paris was something I wished to regret, but why couldn't I? Ari pressed her leg against my wrist, pointing the gun at me. She smirked as she cocked the gun ready to end my existence. I shut my eyes, life flashing before me, tears building up. Just shoot me, bastard!I cursed. Before she left the trigger, the door swung open, and someone I knew would come for me stood there, a gun in his hand.Dylan Xavier, my father.Ari Xavier left the trigger, but by then I had smacked her down so the bullet went flying across the wall. She fell with a thud and my confidence boosted. “Attack!” Ari Xavier screamed to her men as they rushed towards Dad, his men blocked the way and fought them off. Ari faced me, dried blood stained her face as sweat dripped from her chin splattering on the ground. I clenche

AMELIA XAVIER The tracker led me deep into the woods. I clutched my gun as my feet crunched dried dead leaves with every step I made. The light from the moon hardly penetrated due to the large branches, instead it gave this eerie feeling.I needed to keep going. The pathway was endless and I soon started to lose hope that maybe I wasn't going to find that bastard of a relative, Ari Xavier. I stopped to catch my breath, resting my hands on my hips. Something told me that coming here was the worst idea ever, but it wasn't enough to stop me. Thinking back to what she had done, anger boiled within me urging me to move on. A few minutes later, the tracker beeped, and I knew I was there. Not too far away — something like a walk from where I stood, a house came into view. It looked old and shady, but I didn't mind, my goals were set and achieving them was all that mattered.Walking towards the building, I cocked my gun ready to shoot, but as I cracked the door open, no one was the

AMELIA XAVIER I sat in the sitting room watching the news, cameras flashed at the dead bodies that lay scattered around the woods. The police blocked the area saying investigations were going on as the news reporters relayed the reports of so many deaths in one night. My mind drifted to last night when we marched to the woods to kill Ari's men. Father was right when he meant that Ari might not show up, but she was just a step ahead of us which made me question our so called loyal allies. Someone was probably feeding her with our plans for her to sabotage every one of them. Rage boiled within me and I angrily switched off the TV hating the sight of those bodies. I had prayed everything would end that night, but it only grew worse by the second. Owen was in hospital and wasn't allowed to leave which would delay our attack and give that moron a chance to be ahead of us. I wanted to bolt out the door, meet her and strangle her to death if I could. Then I remembered something.