Elena's POV
My heart raced as such thoughts slammed into my mind. It couldn’t be right, could it? There was definitely no way he was Caspian Nightingale—the Caspian known by everyone in Maxnight City.
“No…” I shook my head in refusal, trying my very best to dispel the thoughts and assumptions that the man I had a one-night stand with after my divorce, the man who had brought me back home, was actually related to my ex-husband and, even worse, his uncle.
I laughed like a maniac, my fingers running through each strand of my hair as I kept my gaze locked on the plaque.
I was now married to my own ex-husband's uncle? No… that didn't make any sense. It was just all in my head, right?
I tried my best to keep my head intact, to keep my thoughts straight, but I just couldn't convince myself that this was all my imagination. It was real. I had signed a marriage contract with my ex-husband's uncle, and even worse, he had me locked up in his home.
“No… no, this can't be.” My heart raced as I turned sharply on my heels. I rushed toward the door of his study, ready to leave the room before Caspian returned and found me in it.
But just as I held the door handle, ready to push the door open and leave, I found myself freezing at the sudden sound of trudging steps approaching the study.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips. I've been caught, I thought inwardly, my heart racing rapidly with fear and regret at this point.
If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have come into this room. Now, I was in deep trouble—I was about to get caught.
With every second that passed, the sound grew closer, but just then, it stopped, intriguing me. Out of curiosity and uncertainty, I slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door slightly open, just enough for me to peek through the opening.
I was expecting to find Caspian before the door, but to my greatest shock and surprise, it was Nathan, his assistant.
But he wasn't standing alone. He had a freaking gun—a pistol in his grip—with his back turned against me. It seemed like he had just left a secret room and was heading out of the mansion.
He placed his phone to his ear. “Don't worry, I'll make sure they are taken care of properly. Besides, we just arrived in Maxnight City. Mr. Caspian has given his orders.”
The moment he spoke those words, I felt my feet wobble beneath me. I was standing behind a man with a gun, married to a dangerous person?
I couldn't help but freak out. I had almost screamed too, but I held it in, my eyes quivering in total fear.
Just then, Nathan ended his call, plunged his phone into his pocket, and dashed out of sight.
This was my chance. No matter how cute Caspian was, no matter how silly I had been to sign a marriage contract with him…
This had to end right now!
There was definitely no way I was going to stay in a dangerous place like this. I needed to leave—I needed to find a way out. With my senses on high alert, I snuck out of the room and began searching for anything that would lead me outside the mansion.
Anywhere at all that wasn’t the main exit. I was certain he would find me if I used it. Even worse, he could kill me.
Beads of sweat popped through my head as I scanned the mansion. Just then, I caught sight of the window at the far-right end of the mansion. It was big enough to let me out.
Without wasting a second, I rushed toward it, climbed out, and exited the mansion through the window. The cold air hit every spur of my skin, but it did little to quench the burning fear that lingered deep inside me.
With my eyes darting around every single second of the night, confirming if I was safe, I began heading toward the gate.
This was my plan, but yet again, something thwarted it. I paused at the thrilling sight of about four men climbing the mansion’s fence and sneaking into the compound.
They weren’t just mere men; they looked scary, with guns in their grips and masks covering their faces. I panicked, but no matter what, I couldn't let them see me. I hid behind the walls of the mansion.
I needed to leave before anything else happened.
Just as I took a trembling step forward, ready to run before anything else unfolded, something within me clicked. My instincts? Guilt? I wasn’t sure, but I felt the urgent need to go back and inform Caspian about the men sneaking into his mansion.
“No, Elena… snap out of it. They can handle themselves. You just need to get out of here!” I mumbled to myself, but then again, I couldn't.
For some reason, I feared his death.
“Fine! Do it, but don’t get yourself hurt!” I warned like an insane person before turning back. I should be running away from danger, not embracing it, but what choice did I have?
I couldn’t let him die this way.
Biting my lip, I silently cursed myself and pushed my legs to move faster. I had to reach him before they did.
My chest tightened with each hurried step, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps. The pounding of my heart echoed in my ears, a mix of fear and desperate determination driving me forward.
I reached a confused turn on my way and hesitated for just a second, unsure of which way to go.
But before I could make a decision, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, yanking me backward with such force that I stumbled.
I slammed into a solid, unmoving body, knocking the breath out of me. My pulse spiked as a wave of panic rushed through me.
For a moment, I was too stunned to react. My hands trembled as I slowly lifted my gaze, my body stiff in his hold.
And then, my breath hitched. Cold, intense eyes locked onto mine—filled with something dark, unreadable. I was trapped.
“Ugh!”
Caspian's POV. Elena held onto me, whispering soft words, but I couldn’t hear them over the ringing in my ears.The doctor cleaned the wound and began stitching me up. I wanted to move, to pull away from the fire in my side, but I forced myself to stay still—for Elena.Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. I couldn’t tell. But finally, the pain started to dull a little. Dr. Keller wrapped the bandage around my waist and pressed down gently.“There,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “The cut wasn’t deep enough to cause internal bleeding. He’s lucky. Very lucky.”Elena let out a loud breath, almost like she’d been holding it this whole time. Her hands were still clutching mine. She looked at me like I had just come back from the dead.“He’ll be okay,” the doctor said, standing up. “He needs rest, and he’ll be sore for a while, but he’ll make it.”As soon as he left the room, Elena broke down again. She leaned forward, burying her face into our joined hands, her body shaking with tear
Caspian's POV. Lying in Elena’s arms, I could feel my blood soaking into her shirt. Warm and sticky. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t even take a proper breath. My chest burned with every shallow gasp. The knife was still stuck in my side, deep and cruel. It felt like fire tearing through me, spreading wider with every heartbeat.“Elena…” I managed to whisper, but it came out more like a soft cough.She was crying—hard. Her hands were pressed tight against the wound, trying to stop the blood, but it wouldn’t stop. It just kept coming. Her fingers were shaking, her face wet with tears. She looked down at me, her eyes wide and scared.“Shhh… You’re going to be okay, Caspian. You’ll be fine. Nathan is coming, alright?” she said, her voice trembling.I looked at her, and even through the pain, I smiled a little. She was trying so hard to be strong. Her voice shook, her lips quivered, but she still tried to sound calm—for me. That was the kind of woman she was.“You’re the one that nee
Elena's POV"Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling as it echoed into the empty evening. But there was no answer. No figure in the shadows. Nothing to explain the noise.I swallowed hard and tried to shake it off, forcing my feet to move forward. One step, two steps... but on the third step, it happened again—a sound sharper, closer, and more chilling than before.A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. This time, I didn’t dare turn around. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, to get away.I quickened my pace, each step faster than the last. But then I heard it—footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and far too close. My breath hitched as the sound of them echoed in the quiet, each one like a warning pounding into my ears.I was no longer walking slowly; I was practically running, my heart racing, fear clawing at my chest.The footsteps behind me didn’t stop—they matched my pace, growing louder, heavier, as if whoever or whatever was be
Elena's POV.I had urged Caspian to go to his office while I spoke to my father on phone earlier on. He was still authoritative but at least, he learnt a few lessons. I smiled as I walked over to Caspian's office once I was done with him.I stood outside Caspian’s office door for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I didn’t knock—I just walked in. The door closed softly behind me with a quiet click.Caspian was standing near his desk, flipping through some papers. The moment he saw me, he paused. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, neither of us said anything.I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly. “Start speaking,” I said, my voice low but firm.He blinked at me, confused. Then he let out a small laugh, like he was trying to play dumb. “What do you mean?” he asked, biting his bottom lip, the way he always did when he was nervous.I didn’t smile. I took a step closer to him, then another. My boots clicked softly ag
Elena's POV.I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the soft morning light pouring in through the curtains. My hand reached out beside me, searching for warmth… but the bed was empty. Caspian wasn’t there.My heart skipped a beat.I sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Where did he go? I was about to get out of bed to look for him when I saw a tall figure standing silently by the window. My breath caught in my throat.It was him. Caspian.He wasn’t moving. He just stood there, staring outside like the world was far away. His shoulders were tense, and his arms were folded across his chest. Something about the way he stood made my chest tighten.Quietly, I got out of bed and padded across the floor. The cold air brushed against my skin, but I ignored it. All I could see was him—lost in thought, not even noticing I was there.I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested my cheek against his back.He flinched slightly, as if he didn’t expect me.“It’s early,” I whispered,
Caspian's POV.Nathan pulled up in front of the mansion, killing the engine with a strong grip. The car went quiet, but my heart didn’t. It thumped hard in my chest, loud and uneven.My fingers gripped my pants until they turned white. I sat there for a few seconds, staring at the giant house in front of me—my house. But tonight, it felt cold. Dark. Like it didn’t want me back.I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat, resting my head.I didn’t kill him, I told myself for the tenth time that night. I just warned him. That’s all.But no matter how many times I said it, it didn’t make the guilt go away.After a moment, I pushed the door open and stepped out. My shoes crunched against the gravel, the night air brushing against my skin. It was cold, or maybe that was just me.My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps. I tried to move quietly, like a thief sneaking into his own home.The door creaked as I opened it. The lights were dim inside, and I hoped—prayed—that she was alr