Angelina's POVI woke up in my bed.Thankfully I still had a bed.I don't think I was able to get up from the floor yesterday after I passed out. I actually passed out.I didn't want to move.I didn't want to breathe.I didn't want to go back to the person who broke my jaw with a simple slap.Thinking of the way he had hit me made my heart ache in a way I had never thought possible."You okay?"I turned around in alarm and looked at the other person that was obviously in the room. I hadn't even noticed that someone else was in the room.On a chair beside my bed sat someone, memory served me well at this moment and I remembered his name.Marco.Winston's lackey.The way he looked at me with pity in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was something fragile that should be cherished, I didn't know when the tears started coming out again but they did.I started crying yet again and I felt like my heart would stop beating from the pain.Why the hell did he choose me?Why did he have to
Winston's POV"I'm so sorry my love.""I failed you.""I failed us.""I couldn't protect you.""I let them take you away from me and now even as you're gone. I don't know how to move on. I'm confused and tired. I'm lost without you, my love. I'm trying to be strong but I can't. I don't know how to be strong without you. I don't know how to live anymore."The words rang in my ears even as I said them. The tears that dropped from my eyes made me want to scream even more. The fact that I still felt so much pain even after all this just made me cry even more.I love my Christine.I loved her. I still love her. I would always continue to love her.Her death almost made me run mad. I had been hiding the grief for so long, trying to pursue vengeance for her and trying to make the ones who hurt her and took her away from me suffer. I had been succeeding but yet look at where it landed me.A shattered heart and a shattered vase.Christine loved this vase. We literally met because of it.My mem
Chapter 41Angelina's povThe fact that Winston didn't want me to go on my walk didn't annoy me as much as I had thought it would.I had sworn at him the moment he closed the door in my face. I wanted to do it loudly so he could hear me but then I had to rethink that.He would have hit me again.As much as I would have loved to act like the scared and fragile little rose when it comes to him, I think I can actually feel some sort of pity for him.Hearing him cry was a first.It would be the first time that I was seeing any man cry from sheer emotion, to be honest, and his words.His words made me want to hate him less.Even though he was hurt, his hitting me was uncalled for. It's something that I have never experienced before and I won't take it again, not from him and not from anyone else in this hell hole.I walked out of my room expecting to see men guarding the door. That is something Winston would have done if he was really determined to keep me in, but he wasn't and he was just
Winston's POV"I had a dream last night.''Marco looked at me."Oh yeah?""Yeah."I didn't know if telling Marco about the dream was the best course of action, but he was my beta and I could tell him anything. He had been really helpful with all the turmoil that I and the pack have been going through these past few weeks anyways so there should be no reason that I could not tell him.I was wary though.Marco seemed to feel the loss of my mate more than anyone else, he always egged me into doing something more horrible to the human girl and I didn't want to do anything more to her.Me hitting her was something that I didn't mean to do, even after all that I still felt a bit of shame at the fact that I was so crazed as to do something like that.Actually, I didn't feel a bit of shame, I felt a lot of shame.I needed to apologize to her for that, but she would probably not want to see me.She would hate my guts by now and I had also denied her going on that walk that she wanted to go on
Angelina's POV"So in this dream Ella I saw a woman, she came to me and asked me what my name was. I was going to run away before but then she told me to be relaxed and not be scared. She didn't tell me her name when I asked but she seemed to know Winston. She told me to love him with all I have. Can you believe that?"Ella only looked at me, a perplexed look on her face and her brows knitted together, she seemed to be thinking, and I guess it would be rational if she was thinking.I had also been thinking about this since the moment I woke up this morning.I could tell that the dream had been a pleasant one because I didn't wake up the moment it ended. A nightmare would have woken me up and it would have done more than make me feel relaxed when I woke up. I would have been shaking from fear but I wasn't in this case.I was okay when I woke up and I could remember every bit of the dream.She had come to me and she told me that I was special. That I was destined for something greater t
Angelina's POVFor the next few days, something unprecedented happened.I do not even have the words to describe how the change happened or why it happened, I could just feel that something had changed and it had.Something had changed indeed.I stood and watched as the vase was placed on the table. The same vase that I had been slapped for, the same thing that had caused me to face humiliation and feel like I was worth less than it.I mean sure, I could get the fact that the vase had a lot of sentimental value to him, but for him to slap me for it, maybe that was a bit too much.It wasn't even a maybe case anymore, it was too much, and I just sort of find it ironic now that the same vase has now been given to me, willingly by the man that hit me because of it."Isn't life beautiful, Ella?"She chuckled at the crazed look on my face and I ran my hands along the side of the vase. I held it like an egg. It was more precious than an egg even. I didn't even want to think about what Winsto
Winston's POVAngelina's little friend had been the first to bump into me, well she had stopped just short of bumping into me but it seemed she had been dragging Angelina behind her and with the way she had abruptly stopped.They bumped into me, just at the entrance to her door.I wanted to get annoyed at the fact that they had both managed to step on my feet, that was like four times the pain that I would have gotten if one foot had done the work, but somehow they all managed to bump into me.Angelina looked flustered at first like she could not understand what was happening, but then at the end when she looked at me she had this look on her face like she already knew that I was the one and she was getting tired of seeing my face.I knew she was faking that.Over the past few days, Marco had been pushing me to get even with her for what she had done in breaking the vase, he always tried to instigate me in one way or another and he would tell me that I was forgetting what I had brough
Angelina's POVThe fact that Winston was acting nicer to me didn't really surprise me. I mean he had always been like this.Cold one moment and warm the next. I was the one who always kept falling for the warm attitude that he always gave sometimes so I ended up getting hurt the most when he did something cold to me, but now I wouldn't even so much as look his way twice.Ella had been watching me ever since the encounter with Winston. She looked at me like I was something special now, someone that could not be touched but I didn't want her to look at me like that. She was my only friend and I would hate for her to start seeing me as someone that Winston would do anything for.She would be believing a lie and I didn't want that.So I promoted her to Assistant Supervisor of the maids."You look like a potato."She burst out laughing at that and even I couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up in me. She had been staring at me. We were both supposed to be taking turns supervising