LOGINMyron's POVAccording to plan, I stood across the rickety story-building just few moments before the fight begins.Knowing Davis, this beach was not chosen simply because he preferred it. It was chosen so he could kill at convenience. His thugs will also be hiding out at every angle, reason why I had to force Scott and Annabel to scout the area.If they'd joined me to approach Davis, we might not make it out of here alive. As I took in a deep breath, my whole life revolved around my eyes. Me as a little boy watching my father, Davis, groom another family while I and my sick mother suffered in what I could barely call a house.How he'd had his guards throw me out of his house whenever I came to beg for mercy and help for my poor mother, until she passed away.Davis has been nothing but pure evil. Even ending Scott's mother's life just so he could be with Vivian. Today, it must end. He must end.As much as Annabel has always clamored for revenge, I yearn for it more than she does and
Michelle's POVI heard the car screech to a half. The wind blew my hair against my face. With the jute bag over my face, I couldn't tell where I was.I heard the car door slam shut, and then in a few seconds the door beside me opened and a hefty hand reached out and grabbed me, pulling me roughly out of the car.The jute bag was removed and I coughed violently, breathing in a rush of air.The guard tightened his fat palm around my arm, causing me to wince in pain. Davis lit a cigarette.I stared at my surroundings. We were at the beach.At the far end, there was a rickety story- building.Davis smiled at me.“Love the scenery?” He chuckled, “I've always been a romantic man.”“You, psychopath!” I screamed, “You've lost your mind!”A punch flew to my stomach, knocking the air out of me. I lowered to the ground, gritting my teeth in pain.“Try to think before you speak, Mich. That's what the brain is for.” I heard Davis say.We began to move towards the building, the guard pulling me al
Scott's POVI thought it was over for us both.But then, Myron seems to be at an advantage during situations like this. While I stood rooted to the spot, he'd already lowered himself, rolled on his back towards the foot of the bed and had his gun pointed at one of the ladies while the men picked up their guns a second later.“You should already know that I'm a very good marksman. No matter how fast you turn to pull that trigger, at least two bullets should have gone through her head.”“Who are you and what do you want?” One of the men asked.“Turn your guns in.” He ordered them.They hesitated.Myron cocked the revolver as the lady's sobs began to sound louder.The men immediately turned in their guns. I could see the displeased looks on their faces. They'd probably be wondering how we broke in considering the tight security.But their faces also told of the danger we'll face once they expose us.I signaled to Myron.He stepped away from them after grabbing the key on the drawer. I to
Scott's POV“Sorry, you can't get through.” One of the men said, his hand clutching the gun at his side.I balled my fist.“Guests are not allowed.” He repeated.“Look, we really need our time alone.” Myron said softly, putting his arm around me and hugging me to his side.I pinched him, wondering what he was doing but he did not stop, instead he tightened his grip on me.“My boyfriend and I need a room.” He grinned and added, “You can quietly secure a spot for us right?”The guards exchanged looks. Seeing that they were hesitating, I played the act and placed my arms around Myron, pretending to be loving.“Fine,” one of them said, “Come with me.”We climbed up the stairs, ignoring the sarcastic look and grins coming our way.I couldn't hide my excitement—not for this plan Myron pulled up—but because we could get through the guards.I imagined a thousand and one things Christopher could do to Annabel who was helpless and without a weapon.If the guards had not let us through, we'd ha
Annabel's POV I struggled to etch myself deep into the booth when my feet got tangled in a rope.I groaned and positioned myself to kick it away when a brutal idea came to mind.I acted upon it, just in time before the booth was opened. Bewildered, upon seeing a woman gagged and roughly tied with a rope around here wrist, the men held out their guns.“What the fuck?” I heard Myron snort, “Are you going to shoot my booth?”“Who is she?!” Their leader asked alarmingly, “Answer me now, or I'll alert the rest of the guards.”Seeing that he was serious, both Scott and Myron peeked into the booth. They were more than bewildered and were shocked for up to five seconds.“I said, who is she?!” The guard barked behind them, cocking his gun.Scott's gaze told me of how disappointed he was in me as it was obvious I'd ruined their plan.However, Myron chuckled unexpectedly and turned to the guard.“This woman is the lady I brought for Christopher for tonight's party.”The guard did not look conv
Annabel's POV I held him and pulled him into my arms.He hugged me tightly, as if to say it was hard to let go but we had no choice. We stayed that way for some minutes until the front door dashed open alarmingly. Our gazes turned abruptly to the door, shocked to see Myron breathing heavily.We immediately went towards him, demanding answers but he was struggling to catch his breath.“What's wrong, Myron?” I demanded for the third time.“The-The kids.” He paused to catch his breath.“The kids? Where are they?” My voice cracked as my eyes widened.I could see the fear in his eyes.“I went there..to..to bring them back to you but..but..” he paused and continued, “They weren't there anymore.”“What?!” I screamed, anger burning in me, “What do you mean they weren't there?!”Scott held me, stopping me from doing the unexpected.“What have you done to my children, Myron?!” I sobbed, “You don't have to do this! I'll come with you if that's what you want.”He shook his head.“No, Annabel.”
Annabel's POVI opened the door and replied, "To the wedding."He looked pleased and said to me, "I'll gladly take you there." In a minute, we were on our way to the wedding. I sat quietly in the car and let the wind blow on my face. Each yard away, I kept on hoping that it isn't true. That something
Annabel's POVI remained in my room and waited for the stranger to return. I already had the accessories he'd bought for me packed in different luggages. I did everything and anything to get me busy so I wouldn't think about my heartbreak.Anything to forget Scott, yet when there was nothing left to d
Annabel's POVHow does he know I'm here? I wondered.As if he could hear my thought, he answered, "I tracked your location from your phone.""..." I was speechless."My driver told me that you didn't get into your friend's house. I became worried when Beatrice said you weren't at her place."I still did
THREE YEARS LATERAnnabel's POVIt's been three years since I left New York, since I embarked on my quest for revenge, and since I gave up on everything that mattered to me.As I coursed gracefully through the tiled floors towards my husband's office, I felt thousands of eyes peering at me.They couldn'







