Se connecterKRISTINE’S POV*********************Every second passed was a tiny needle against my patience. By the time the front door finally clicked open at ten, the anger burst from me.I frowned, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground when Zayne came in his usual majestic form, looking irresistible like always.“You’re late, Zayne.” Raising his brows suspiciously, he closed the door behind him cautiously, “Am I… missing something?”“We were supposed to leave for Dorian’s party an hour ago!” I hissed, my voice harsher than I intended, snapping at him.“He called me personally to make sure we were coming. I told you this morning, and I sent a text just to be sure. You didn’t bother to reply.”Zayne paused and listened carefully. Slowly an amused reaction came on his handsome face, stepping into my personal space. “If I hadn’t replied to you, Kristine, then I think it’s safe to assume I was buried in work, no?” He tilted his head, a faint, patronizing smile playing on his lips while pinch
PRESENT:Unwillingly, Antler remembered the old memory. It undoubtedly stung him, but that time was gone. Resting against the wall, he was staring into nothingness, speaking to the air, praying an apparition of Anna would listen to his tale.“When I saw you, I thought you were someone who wouldn’t leave, Anna….” A smile adorned him, glancing at the place he took her breath away.His eternal hell. “You were innocent, sweet. You… you had all the reasons to stay, yet you didn’t.” He lowered his head, rubbing his temples to lessen the distress, but to no avail.It was bursting. His heart was screaming wretchedly. Mind locked in an abyss where no redemption existed. “Maybe no one wants to be a part of my life…” Closing his eyes, voice breaking painfully. Not daring to think about her yet one way or another, she had poisoned his heart.“I wasn’t your priority either, Anna.” Wiping the tears quickly, he forced himself to stand and walked to the counter to make himself a cup of coffee
THIRD POV***************5 Years Ago:Just when Antler began to imagine a delightful future, his felicity was stolen from him. The difference of the world between his and Ariana’s crashed on him, ruining everything he wanted to build.“Why don’t you get it, Antler! This is about my future. I must go to London!” Ariana yelled, pacing around their apartment in frustration, holding her side.Antler was desperate, standing in the middle powerlessly. His expressions contorted into distress, arguing with her in a broken but infuriated tone.“Why must you follow such a dangerous workline, Ariana? Me risking my life isn’t enough that you have to put yourself at risk too?”Breathless, hopeless, he stopped before her, holding her elbows. Praying she would comprehend his worry and reasoning too.“You are the one being unreasonable, Antler. This is in our bloodlines. We are born to be assassins,” She growled, ripping herself away from him. “I don’t want you to die, Ariana. And if you think tha
ZAYNE’S POV******************The unexpected day was here.Kieran’s wedding. The asshole prepared for it like it was a chore that needed to be got over. Didn’t bother to give a fitting either, just threw his favorite suit jacket.We were preparing for the ‘ceremony’—Even speaking it feels like a lie. Kristine was doing her makeup while I was arranging her jewelry. “I can’t believe I am getting ready for Kieran’s wedding.” She sighed, doing her eye makeup first.“It feels like he will pop out of his strip club. Or emerge with ten girls behind him.” She muttered, certainly not pleased by it all.“Well, none of that anymore. Be happy. No more strip clubs.” I smirked, at least assured he wouldn’t be testing my ‘control’ at his strip club anymore.“I get your reason but to imagine Kieran as a one-lady guy. It’s hard. It’s impossible.” She sighed, turning halfway to me, frowning.“And moreover Leila Reid? Something is fishy, and you aren’t telling me.” I shrugged, grabbing my favorite c
With a smile, a sincere one, I hadn’t emerged in a painfully long time, I was humming a melody to myself to be finally at home.Work wholeheartedly. Wait for my husband to return. Dinner together. Have an absolutely lovely time. Repeat.Ah, normalcy and domesticity were beautiful. I was preparing for my date with Zayne while being on a call with Dorian, who informed me Antler was out with Ariana for some work.“You tell me, what were you thinking? Calling Ariana back after knowing her history with Antler.” I growled, angrily applying my lipstick.“That is exactly why I brought her back. To forget his present, he could take a look at his past. It will help,” he tried to explain expectantly, which only made me angrier. “From what I see, this is only worsening things.”“I can’t help it. Even if I don’t want it, I need someone to represent me in Zayne’s absence and Ariana is the best candidate.” He slipped the true reasoning.“Antler is just an excuse, no? You need her back and this was
KRISTINE’S POV*********************I was wondering what ‘storm’ Dorian had been talking about, almost intrigued by what it could be. Or, would it be enough to shake an emotionless man like Antler?Only to find a nightmare– for Antler– walking through the front door with him. His frown was deep, not bothering to spare the blonde lady next to him a single glance.Ariana Greene. Antler’s first girlfriend.“There is no way you did this, Dorian.” I growled, glaring at him.He made the worst decision yet dared to stand nonchalantly next to me, seemingly proud of his actions.That dumb fuck.“Oh, Kristine, hi! How have you been?” She greeted me in her usual chirpy one, but I had known her long enough to know that I must NOT trust it.That smile one moment and stab the next.Forcing a smile, I waved back, “Great, Ariana. What about you? When did you come back?”“Just last week. Boss says I am needed here. Oh, I missed you guys so much.” Without asking, she pulled me into a tight hug, the







