Elizabeth’s POV Standing in order of precedence, each person starts to take turns in thanking me. “Thank you, Madam.”Erm, this is confusing, sudden, unexpected…What are they thanking me for?Am I still alive? I pinch my cheek. I’m still alive. I almost think they are simply being sarcastic that I caused them trouble, but it’s not looking like it. They don’t sound like it. After thanking me one after the other, they begin to return to their various posts while Moana walks up to me. “Thank you, Lizzy.” She smiles warmly.“Moana, I’m confused. What are you thanking me for?” I ask silently. “Cut the pretense. We all know you spoke to Mr. Ethan on our behalf.” How did they know that? Did he…?“He decided to let you guys eat today?” I ask quickly with widened eyes. I can’t believe it. I don’t believe it. She nods before walking away, smiling as she did. “Thank you.” Alexa and I are left. The girl literally skips over to my side with joy. I’m happy too. Who’d have thought he won’t
Ethan’s POVMy younger sister has her life, and so do I—or rather, should I.Just because I’m the the first child doesn’t mean— After a short while, I manage to contain my anger and, “I have one already. I’ll introduce you to her when the time’s right.” I speak as calmly as I can. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to be in Poland right away.”I stand up immediately, leaving my shock stricken parents alone in my office. If they wish, they can continue having the conversation with my empty chair, or they can see themselves out. Old bunch poking their noses into my business. “Is the jet ready?” I walk briskly into the elevator. Arthur’s right behind me as he should be. “Yes, Sir. Everything’s prepared.”Good. My mind drifts off to Spitfire and her face appears. I smile.I don’t know why I find her funny. On a normal note, if someone else is doing just one percent of what she’s done—she does, I’d have skinned them alive. But her…The elevator doors slide open and we step out. About a
General POV She scrunches up her face and rummages through the sheets, searching for the ‘steel’. When she finds it, she frowns. It’s a set of keys.‘How did this end up here?’ Squinting her eyes, Elizabeth assesses the keys silently.Then realization hits her—Moana. The woman left them behind. ‘I’ll give them to her in the morning.’ Shrugging her shoulders, Elizabeth drops the bunch on the bedside table.Her body lowers back to the bed and she closes her eyes. Dreamland’s calling. She opens her mouth in an attempt to yawn when, suddenly, her eyes fly open. Keys. Key. She fumbles to the side and snatches the keys from the table. ‘Damn! Key!’ She struggles up, eyeing the keys in her hands. The key to Ethan’s study might be among these keys. A bonus: Ethan’s not around! Elizabeth flicks her gaze over the wall clock; it’s a few minutes past midnight. The maids would have gone to bed by now.Wearing a pair of flip flops, she walks across the room and squeaks the door open as silen
General POV Moana wants Elizabeth gone more than anything—even more than Elizabeth wants to leave, herself. Moana finds Elizabeth annoying. The lady irritates her greatly. Two nights ago, when Ethan returned home, Moana expected to hear him lash out at Elizabeth and kick her out after what she did, but instead, her boss ended up complimenting her. At that time, Moana was standing at the foot of the stairs, eavesdropping on everything that was transpiring between Ethan and Elizabeth.And what made her almost run mad is the fact that the following morning, Ethan brought in men to repaint the whole house to Elizabeth’s taste.Yesterday morning, he lifted their punishment and then told her they could all eat. And that they had Elizabeth to thank.Such bullshit!“But, there’ll be no one guarding the safe ro—” one of the guards wants to protest…“Have we ever been under any attack? Don’t you wish to sleep?” Moana cuts in.The guards are indeed really sleepy right now. They’ve never been
General POVShe freezes immediately on the spot. Elizabeth’s heart thumps rapidly in her chest as she wonders if she’s hallucinating again. ‘I am.’ Inhaling deeply, she makes to climb over the fence, however, the voice from before stops her again. “It’s an electric fence, you’ll be electrocuted as soon as you lay even the tip of your finger on it.”‘No, I’m not hallucinating. It doesn’t feel like it. The voice is real.’ As soon these thoughts register in Elizabeth’s mind, her heart almost pops out of her chest.It takes a while before she’s able to recover from the shock and turn her head swiftly in the direction the voice is coming from. Elizabeth’s eyes land on the one person she dreads to see right now. Ethan. Ethan Moore.‘How did he get here? I’m doomed!’ Different thoughts rush through her head at once.“E-Ethan?” Elizabeth’s voice cracks and her whole body trembles.The man doesn’t reply. He simply remains on a spot, a few feet away from her, his hands in his pockets, watchi
Ethan’s POV Immediately we touch down, a Lamborghini and three vans are already waiting for me and the boys.As soon as we arrived at the mansion, I went upstairs. I left Arthur barking orders at the boys. It was already midnight here, and everyone had gone to bed. ‘Spitfire will be fast asleep.’ That's what I thought. Not until I reached her room and met an empty bed. Her room was the first place I went.‘Is she in the bathroom?’ I furrowed my brows. However, she isn’t one to take showers in the middle of the night, is she? Well, she acts in ways that are unpredictable…“Spitfire?” I called out, rapping my knuckles on the bathroom door. That nickname, I don’t even know when exactly I got used to calling her by it… I like it though. I’m now fond of it.I got no response from her. I knocked again—still no response. ‘Should I go in?!’ My dick sprang up in response to this question and a chuckle escaped my mouth.“I’m coming in!” I made sure to be loud and clear.I knew it was wr
Ethan’s POV“I would have gotten the chance to say hello to the devil on your behalf.” She mutters coldly.Wow. “T for thanks.”“Anyways, don’t bother yourself trying to escape through the tunnel again; it has been destroyed.” With that said, I give her a charming smile and walk out of the room. **Elizabeth cries until dawn. I hear her loud and clear in my room but I can’t do anything to help her.And it hurts.I’m afraid that if I go to her, I might not be able to withstand it and just send her back to where I picked her up from.But I want her here. I need her here. So, I simply ignore deafening, heart wrenching cries.***After that incident, I completely avoid Spitfire. I think she’s avoiding me too. We haven’t crossed paths since then.Everyday, very early in the morning, I’ll leave before she wakes up and won’t return home until after midnight when I’m sure she’ll be asleep.I only ask after her from Alexa who always tells me she’s doing well.And this ‘avoiding each other’ co
Elizabeth’s POVI don’t know I just said that out aloud until he replies, “you’ll see when we get there.”Throughout the journey to wherever it is that we are headed, my heartbeat doesn’t stop beating fast. The farther we are away from his mansion, the scarier and anxious I become. Is he going to sell me off?I look back through the back window, there’s no convoy behind us. We are alone.I’m silent yet very nervous with loads of thoughts running through my mind as I’m seated still, praying inwardly.After what seems about an hour, I look out through the window and unexpectedly, the buildings and streets we drive past seemfamiliar. Soon, we arrive in front of an extremely familiar building. And it’s at this moment it suddenly dawns on me; he’s brought me home. Ethan has brought me home!I find it hard to believe.‘Wait, what?’ I blink my eyes hard just to be sure I’m not dreaming.I really am not dreaming. Tearing my gaze away from my apartment’s building, I turn to look at Ethan