Chapter 116 RAYANA POV Everything that happened from that moment felt like an out of the body experience. I became a spectator of my own life, watching everything unfold from outside the little box I framed all the pain and dumped it all inside.It felt better that way, because in those moment: it was not I who had become a puppet in the desperate struggle of power. I became a soulless doll, a mannequin that was crafted for Lorenzo’s sick, twisted desires. And it felt better. Because I did not feel anything. At some point, a nurse arrived who coaxed me into eating something. My mind did not even bother to register her broken English. Because if I did, then I’d be forced to feel, and it hurt so much.Not just physically, but deep in the farthest core of my soul. Now physical scars are always not so bad, because you just patch a band aid on them and watch time do the magic until they healed. And if the scar was too ugly, you threw a few dollars and the doctors would mend you up.
Chapter 115 RAYANA POV Being raised in a certain way brings us certain expectations about life. It shapes your thinking and your way of living. You tend to become a little different from the other people. Things they actually put their minds to, you barely spare them a thought. Where they see six you see nine, where they see green you see blue. You become the subject of your parent’s dreams and expectations. You become the environment you live in. I used to think all of that was pure crap. But now, now I understood that intimately. I grew up shielded my entire life. I had everything anyone could ever ask for, anything any child could ever want. I would see a thing on my phone and would run to Daddy first thing; only to have delivered to me a few days later. Even hours later. My whole life was a long Christmas morning with Santa showering the gifts down my chimney every damn day. It was normal for me to live the way I did. Not even once was I forced to look over my shoulder or t
Chapter 114RAYANA POV~Back inside the jet~ My entire body was in a serious breakdown mode, my entire nervous system humming with the unmistakable whirr of the jet. My pulse hammered against my ears with sheer violence until I couldn’t hear anything passed it. My knees bucked and knocked against the floor, my lungs cramping inside of my chest as they squeezed inside of me, fighting to take as much oxygen as possible. I wanted to scream, to yank the chains off their cradle and fight. I knew I had all it took to take down the motherfuckers in here and doom us all. Because yeah, I could take down anybody in here, with all the practice I did; what I couldn’t do was steer the jet so it didn’t crush down with us. But all I could think as I sat there ‘what in the actual fuck?’ My mind overrode the emotions as I jumped from one to another. From fear, to shock, to fucking I couldn’t believe it was all happening. It all happened so fast that I failed to catch up with it all. My stomach cr
Chapter 113ALEJANDRO POV Every second that flashed by, every single beat of my heart, my soul chipped away. It felt like there was this giant parasite that had infested my soul, and it was eating away at me slowly, gradually growing in size and overtaking my system. I felt like a foreigner in my own body, an imposter who had settled inside of me. My mouth was filled with a bitter taste, my head hot and bothered with everything and anything. I was utterly deranged; I couldn’t even trust myself to form clear, coherent thoughts without going berserk with anything and anyone. I couldn’t even trust myself to be around others lest I lose my cool and kill someone because he sneezed the wrong way. So I did what I did best. I shut myself inside the little bubble of solitariness.So I remained secluded, perched alone on the farthest end of the room while I watched impatiently as everything zoomed in motion in front of me. In that little bubble, I was alone with my mind, and I felt every
Chapter 112RAYANA POVI remained glued and stupefied against the jet floor as I looked into the eyes of the man I had come to warm up to and love, the man I had embraced as a family and as a crucial part of my life. I thought back to those times he used to watch me train for combat, those times he used to make little commentaries about how far I had come, how great I was doing, how happy he was to have me around because I made the damn house feel like a home for the first time.And to think all along was a ploy? A malicious act to get us all to lower our guards around him while he planned to stab us in the back so bad we’d even have a hard time recovering from the wound?And my husband… my poor, beautiful Alejandro… The trust he had put in Lorenzo, the way he thought of him as his long-lost brother… I learned early that it took Alejandro time to warm up to anybody. Absolutely anybody at all. And the way he had warmed up to Lorenzo had taught me that even in his cold state of heart,
Chapter 111 ALEJANDRO POV When they talk about betrayal they say it comes when you least expect it. They say its pain breaks you in so many ways you don’t know which pieces of you you gotta pick up first. They say it’s not the wound of the backstabbing that hurts. It is when you turn around and you see who is holding the knife that kills you deeply. And they are right. On every account; they are damn right. Hell. I had been betrayed before. My whole life had been nothing but a long myriad of lies, deceit, betrayal, and nothing but survival instincts. I had gotten so used to betrayal that I pushed everything and everyone from me, shielding myself from the pain that followed.I buried my heart in the farthest, deepest corner of hell where no one could ever find it. Until her. Until she walked into my life and forced me to feel things I had totally forgotten about. She came in without warning like a bloody array of shiny, brilliant colors before she scattered them all around my