- First Person’s Perspective – ~Enise’s POV~The sound of raised voices pulled me from my sleep. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, but the noise continued. I sat up, blinking at the morning light peeking in through my window. The voices were coming from downstairs.Curiosity got the better of me, so I climbed out of bed and headed to see what the commotion was about.When I reached the living room, I found two maids standing face to face, their voices loud and accusing.“I told you to handle the flowers! Now look at this mess!” one of them shouted, pointing at a vase on the floor.“Well, maybe if you hadn’t left everything to me, I wouldn’t have dropped it!” the other shot back.I stepped between them, raising my hands. “Alright, that’s enough,” I said firmly. “What’s going on here?”Both maids started talking at once, their words tumbling over each other. I held up a hand to stop them.“One at a time,” I said. “And calmly, please.”Before either could respond, Lucian’s voice
-First Person’s Perspective - Enise's POVThe drive back to Lucian’s mansion was quiet and suffocating. The tension between us was like an unwelcome guest, and though the car moved smoothly down the road, my thoughts were anything but calm. Lucian’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, and his jaw was clenched so tightly I wondered if it might snap.When we finally pulled up into the driveway, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The extensive mansion loomed ahead, its windows glowing faintly in the night. I followed Lucian up the steps, my body was tired and heavy with exhaustion.As we stepped into the living room, I saw Anna and Diana sitting on the couch. They looked up the moment they heard us, their faces a mixture of relief and hesitation.“Enise!” Anna’s voice broke through the silence, and before I could react, she rushed over, wrapping me in a tight embrace.I froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden warmth. Then, slowly, I returned her h
-Third Person’s Perspective- ~ Unknown POV~The click clack of her heels echoed off the cold, stone walls of the basement, each step falling like the tolling of a death knell. The air was heavy with tension, as if the walls themselves braced for what was about to unfold. She descended the stairs with an unhurried grace, her all-black outfit blending seamlessly into the dim light. A wide-brimmed hat concealed half of her face, leaving only the sharp curve of her jaw and the crimson slash of her lips visible.This was her signature look, an image that struck fear into the hearts of her subordinates. No one dared speak her name or claim they knew who she really was. Her identity was a mystery, even to the men who served her. Only two people in her world knew her true face—her right-hand man and her boss.The men in the room shuffled nervously, heads bowed, eyes glued to the floor. She didn’t need to see their faces to know they were trembling. They had failed her, and failure was not so
- First Person's Perspectives Enise's POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. I had just finished cleaning up the mess I'd made whilst trying to move away from the door ( I knocked down the side stool and the vase fell off and shattered into pieces) when Lucian burst through the door like a storm. His face was pale, his breathing uneven, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes that I had never seen before - fear."Enise," he said, his voice low but urgent. "Pack your things. We need to leave now."I froze, staring at him. "What? Why?""There's no time to explain," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "You're not safe here. They've found out about us.""What do you mean, 'they'?" I demanded, my heart pounding. "Lucian, you're not making any sense!"He stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders gently but firmly. "Listen to me. Someone is coming for us - no, for you. You can hate me all you want later, but right now, you need to trust me."I pushed his hands off me,
-First Person's Perspective -~Lucian’s POV~I sat in my dimly lit study, staring at the empty glass in my hand. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, but it didn’t warm me. Not tonight. My mind replayed Enise’s words, over and over, like a broken record I couldn’t turn off.“I quit.”Her voice, steady but pained, echoed in my head. It wasn’t just about the job—her leaving felt like a betrayal, not only to me but to everything we had built together. I tightened my grip on the glass until I thought it might shatter. How could she walk away now, after everything?The door burst open, and Diana stormed in, followed by Anna. Their faces were flushed with anger, and they wasted no time letting me have it.“She’s really gone?” Diana spat, her hands clenched into fists. “You just let her leave? Without even trying to stop her?”“I didn’t let her do anything,” I snapped, standing up. “She made her choice.”Diana scoffed. “Her choice? No, Lucian, this is on you. You’ve been too soft on her f
- First Person's Perspective –~ Enise's POV~I packed up my belongings. Even when he tried to stop me, even when he pleaded when he said he would sort everything out, none of it was enough to keep me. I couldn't bear the hurt. I could not live with the thought that my daughter hated me and might even get worse if she continued to see meMaybe I wasn't meant to be with her after all. Maybe I should just let it rest and love her from AfarI sat in Lucian’s living room, my heart was pounding hard in my chest as I rehearsed the words I was about to say. The air felt heavy, and my thoughts were all over my head, I couldn't even think straight. After leaving Lucas’s mansion, I hadn’t been able to think straight. Every step I took felt like I was dragging my feet through quicksand, but now, sitting here, I knew I couldn’t go anywhere anymore, I knew I had to tell themLucian entered the room, his gaze landed on me and he had a confused expression on his face . “What and unexpected visit. Yo