THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ Just a few inches and he'll lose his Triantáfyllo.No, he can't let that happen. He moved fast and quick. Only a little more difference was left between Scarlett and the chandelier.He needs to be fast. The moment he took another step, a loud thud was heard and then the breaking of glass followed. His heart stopped beating for a moment. All he could think was his Triantáfyllo, his rose might be there, under the broken chandelier. He quickly ran towards her but tripped and fell, the glass pieces pierced into his arm and legs.But he didn't stop. He didn't stop until he reached his wife. He sighed a breath of relief when he saw only the Chandelier was there, broken chandelier.His wife wasn't there. His gaze moved in search of her and stopped when he saw her being engulfed in the arms of someone else. That person must have saved my wife. He thought and walked towards them
THIRD PERSON'S POV The hard metal of the chair he was sitting on scraped his thighs. Letting out a deep sigh,he closed his eyes shut again.He looked tired and exhausted but his eyes were hopeful. Those hopeful deep eyes of his also held a distinct emotion he only felt once in life till now. Scared Xander was scared, terrified of what might come out the mouth of the Doctor who has been working for him for years.He has never gotten any news in hospital that would make his smile or make his heart relieved or make him thank anyone. That's the reason he never trusted these big buildings known to save people's lives but at the end, he also knew, on this earth, besides the so called god he doesn't believe in, doctors are the one who might be able to save lives of fragile humans. It was in buman nature, to try.Try everything they can , go to anyone they think can help them in miserable time of their lives. And so was the case for Xander too.The billionaire couldn't help but resort
THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ Mike's words swept the floor beneath Xander's feet. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His Triantáfyllo would never do such a thing. She's strong and always find solutions to her problems, there's no reason she would try to kill herself.Xander refused to believe it. "You're wrong, doctor. My wife would never do that." He coldly answered Mike. Somehow, this answer provided relief to the doctor. He hated to think that she would ever try to kill herself because of Xander, when he knows how much Xander loves her. There was only one other option left now. The possibility of which he never wanted to consider. It was perilous, threatening and too dangerous. But that was the only way left.The doctor sighed turning his gaze around the hallway before looking back at the stressed out Xander. "If she didn't try to take her life, there's only one other possibility then...." X
THIRD PERSON'S POV_______________________________________________________________________________________The plush leather seat was pressed under the heavy weight of doctor's rear. Xander took the place next to him, his strong hands on steering wheel.The soft breeze outside was the only sound that could be heard from the half open window on the doctor's side.The silence that prevailed in the car was proof how much tensed the atmosphere was. It's like you know a big block of stone is going to fall over you but you can't do anything about it, you can't move to get away nor can you stop it.You can just wait but the wait seems endless as you can see the block of stone coming but don't really know when it will fall on you.Mike had no idea how to tell the person sitting right next to him of his wife's condition. His heart clenched at the thought. His eyes swayed to the young billionaire every two minutes.His broad shoulders tensed, teeth grinding ever so tightly again each other as h
THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ Looking at him, Mike got terrified too. He has worked with many men with aggressive nature and temper problems but that's the problem with Xander. Men in Mafia used to get mad, raging with fire and thoughts of killing swirling around in their minds. One could easily tell from their mad countenance, the fury and wrath they possess and could as well possibly unleash anytime. But Xander, he was always known to be cold and crisp, he doesn't get hot in rage and anger. Instead, he gets cold. So freezing cold!Biting cold! He turned imperturbable and calmly rigid. One would never know what's going on his mind, if he wants to kill or torture or destroy. His eyes never gave away a single emotion of his to anyone ever. Though those same eyes could easily read others' emotions very well and know the working of their minds. "Xander, please try to calm down. We'll do everything we can t
THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ SAME DAY A FEW HOURS BEFORE Elray was getting ready to go meet his precious sister. Honestly, he hasn't been this happy in so long. It almost feels surreal. Looking into the mirror, he smiles at the man in navy blue three piece suit. He looked good! Yes!He mentally patted himself on his back.Only if his wife could notice that.... But that's not something he's going to stress over today.Today, he has decided to be happy so he's going to be happy. And that's the only thing that matters. Quickly walking out of his room and stepping down the glass stairs, his gaze went to big mahogany doors towards the left side, leading to the party hall. Subconsciously, without realising it, his feet took him towards the hall and slowly, he opened the big, wide doors. On entering inside, the first thing he gaze went to, was the high top ceiling, where the chandelier from yesterday had
THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ Dark shades were painting the blue sky by each passing minute covering the cities and towns with it's soft starry blanket. The wind blew silently outside.The leaves of the trees swayed slightly with the cold wind. Doctor Mike had left a few moments ago leaving Xander a mess of conflicted emotions. The Mansion was awfully quite at this time. No sound of anything or anyone could be heard except the old ticking of the grandfather clock. The dark furniture fitting the insides of it made it all more terrifying with the darkness surrounding the woods around the huge mansion.No light was lit up, moonlight enveloped the walls and rooms in its soft embrace. Still sitting on the black couch, his gaze wandered upstairs to the left of the corridor leading to his Triantáfyllo's room. He has specially gotten that room ready for her knowing she won't be comfortable with him but he did h
THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ On the other hand, Lucas was still in the hospital. The small hand was somewhere between nine and ten and the bigger hand was a little past seven indicating it was around twenty five minutes approximately before clock struck ten at night. Eyes fixed on the clock hanging on the wall in front of him, he dragged a hand hand down his face to rub away his tiredness. Mike had returned to hospital about an hour ago but hadn't said anything to Lucas about anything. Nor there was any trace of Xander Knight. He couldn't help but wonder where was Xander or why he wasn't here at the hospital yet? As far as he knew, that jerk claimed to love Scarlett so where was he now? Lucas had wanted to get up and ask doctor what he and Xander did talk about but the very next minute, he saw Ryan Kingsley and his wife with a little kid, entering the corridor and heading for Scarlett's room. Knowing