Charles's Point of ViewThis is the first time I've seen my brother's area in over half a year. As soon as the plane crosses inside Peter's airspace. I took a glance around his territory and realized that not much would be lost if this place were to be turned into a wasteland. Luck really does fall on Peter's side. Somehow, he manages to save this pathetic place without doing much of the heavy lifting.The general was well aware of how much I despise Peter and it would be a favor much appreciated by me If he were to annihilate everything Peter owns, including him. He knew, it wouldn't affect me at all.The only reason for his decision to target Peter's region is that another traitor has released information about the whereabouts of my most highly valued person, and he wants to take his last shot at vengeance, knowing that he no longer has any hope of succeeding now that Saint has announced his commitment to me, making everyone turn their backs on all their pledges with him in no overs
Baby's Point of viewThey say hate and love have a very thin line between them, and I look back at the fresh memory that occurred in that plane. I knew it was all hate that I was feeling, but my actions said the latter. They both disturbingly exist side by side within me as I watch Charles's skin turn blue until his body slumps down on the floor, barely breathing. I should have been filled with so much joy seeing him in this condition, but instead I was screaming "no" inside the pod. He uttered those words again before collapsing completely. I couldn't explain the battle inside me and why I was feeling this way, contemplating what had just happened.Before the pod released me, it had applied a protective plastic coating to my face and body, starting at the top and working down. The smart system told me to put on the oxygen mask to activate the pod's unlock mechanism, which I had to figure out on my own after a while.Strong air pressure releases could be heard as the pod produced a de
Baby's Point of ViewTo continue being involved in the upbringing of our children, I had to gain his newfound degree of trust. I couldn't simply be just a mother to my children. I had to fight every day to be in their lives, leaving me always fantasizing about situations I could have done. My mind works wonders in those moments. A habit I could never shake growing up and training as a retriever.A strategy to escape would not be difficult for me to devise. In my imagination, I have always been able to successfully pledge it, knowing the things that I know now. Nevertheless, Charles is brilliant, he knew that getting me pregnant again would cement my future. I would never be able to walk away from his obsession, away from all of the madness.I was able to recall the day when Carly arrived on the island even now. Unfortunately, it wasn't the reunion I had hoped would take place. Charles was always aware of the fact that she would persuade me to organize an escape. It was another test th
Baby's Point of view"I've missed your presence, my wife." As I approached Charles, he called for all to hear. I could feel my pulse beating much quicker than it had been only a few hours before. Every time I move closer and closer to him, I make an effort to draw in as much air as I can because he is standing so tall with his ripped arms spread out in front of him, it is clear that he is expecting a hug.I was paying attention to both his demeanor and his clothing, which consisted of a very casual white round shirt and a pair of gray casual sweatpants that complemented each other and made him seem younger than he often does when he wears suits. This served as a hint to me that he had set aside the entire day for me, and that up until this point, everything had been meticulously organized. He had anticipated that I wouldn't press my yearning concern for the children with the institution, and even if I deviated from the schedule, Charles would find a way for me to arrive here at this p
WARNING: This book won't make sense until you've read Beg Harder Book 1. I connected all the chapters so if you skip any you will not get the storyline on this book.DAVE'S POINT OF VIEWKnowing exactly my situation in life has given me the push to do things no one can. I rose up to every challenge I'm given, especially owing my life to Peter.From the beginning of our family's history, he was the most beloved of the two brothers. I wouldn't call him the lesser of two evils since he is just as vicious as the other.It's easy for me to understand the favoring since I prefer Peter over Charles; nevertheless, I must confess that our empire was on the verge of disintegrating under Peter's leadership.The revolt against Peter was much more powerful than he could ever manage. His attractions are well-liked by our whole clan, but we need someone who is successfully feared by everyone and who maintains the established order with an iron fist. This is where Charles comes in, he has built a gro
Charles's Point of ViewWith just a slight sway of my fingers, I can have a whole country burned down. This is what power is like in one man's hand. I calculated the months before I can actually say I'm back on top. All of the leaders beneath me are in such good moods because this battle I began has a good chance of resulting in a major victory, and those leaders who stood against me will never have another opportunity to learn their places in the future.When the word got out that I had met my demise, half of the nation under me thought they had the freedom to set their own rules and forget about who truly held the key to this temporary illusion.I sit here and look at my drink as the ice cube melts slowly inside. This brings me to the thought of how slow and painful these leaders will have it coming once I activate my plan in just a few hours.I'm ecstatic to finally use my vaporizer. This invention is one of my most tremendous prides. It can quickly dissolve any living matter, burn
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWOnce again, I find myself in Charles's hands. This is the second time he has caught me and brought me back. I'm completely frightened of what's about to happen to me and, most significantly, my son. For weeks or maybe months at this point, I have been imprisoned in this massive dark grey room with a matching dark grey bed and bathroom on the other end.I'm no longer sure, and I have no concept of the passage of time. It was just my son Anthony who was on my mind more than anything. I've sobbed and shouted nonstop for someone to come and talk to me. I have expected Charles to be very excited to give me the pending punishment he has mentioned, but no one has ever come to speak to me. In fact, I have not had a single person come to see me. If this is the torture he's talking about, it's working slowly.The tray of food is being served by some type of sophisticated smooth mechanical box that illuminates in color blue whenever it pops in and out of the wall. I have no
Baby's Point of View Now that Charles has the sole key to my freedom, the stakes are much greater, he has my son. Remembering that I am now a mother and that I am much more capable than I am now proving to myself. The trance machine has left my vision hazy. I had to leave it close for an hour, and taking me an extra six hours before I could feel my whole body's sensation but even then that didn't stop Charles from taking me. "Charles" my voice was so low and husky, I utter as I sense his presence. I struggle to keep my eyes awake but as it opens and shuts I can tell that my body is elevated and mounted from something. I close my eyes for a few seconds for the motion is giving me a headache from the way I was hanging. The next time I open my eyes for a few seconds, I see Charles moving about me, directing some kind of substance toward me. Nothing except a familiar compression wave, like a cable being spun, similar to what we do on the field when we're attempting to scale a wall, was