AUTHORS NOTE; THIS IS TO NOTIFY MY DEAR READERS THAT FROM THIS CHAPTER, THE REST OF THE BOOK WILL BE WRITTEN IN THE THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW. THIS CHANGE IS TO ENSURE THE PROPER TELLING OF THE STORY AND TO IMPROVE READING EXPERIENCE. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING.
It was dark. Briana couldn't register anything else as she found herself in an unfamiliar place, the room was dead silent, and this only fueled her anxiety. The pungent smell of rotting wood stung her nostrils, probably from the old floorboards that creaked under her weight. She winced slightly as she tried to move, the rope that bound her wrists bit into her skin, leaving behind a burning sensation that would graduate into a bruise soon. Briana was strapped to her chair. Tight ropes ran across her body, looping around her ankles, torso, and arms to keep her in place. Thus, making any effort to escape useless. How long has it been since she was brought here? They had blindfolded her, and she couldn’t tell if night had fallen. Pathetic. Her whole situation was pathetic. Briana never thought herself to be lucky, neither had she ever relied on luck. But now she had no choice but to hope, begging for the god of luck to spare her this moment.Briana bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezin
Anderson paused, and Briana unconsciously held her breath. She mentally scolded herself for speaking without thinking again.“Daniel told you?” It was more of a realization than a question. Anderson knew that he was the only one who could have told her, and that meant she was also aware of the NGO. Daniel, that idiot.Briana answers him with a small nod, afraid of blurting out something stupid again.Anderson heaved out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looked over to the window. Meanwhile, Briana anxiously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She was beginning to regret what she said, and Anderson's silence only meant that she had overstepped.“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” She spoke up. Anderson faced her, but she couldn't meet his eyes.It took a moment before he replied. “I'll tell you.” Briana looked up at him expectantly, her lips parted in awe at his words. She couldn't explain why her heart skipped a beat. “But you'll have to shower first.” He ad
“Verona!---Arrgh! ” Anderson stilled as his chest burned. He collapsed onto his knees, mouth agape as his hand clutched his chest. His vision blurred, the sudden wave of pain weakening him.Fuck! He thought. Not now!Anderson gritted his teeth, taking rapid breaths. He screamed at his body to obey him, for his feet to work so he could save her! But he remained frozen.“Someone!” He yelled because that was all he could do at the moment. His heart throbbed, and a piercing pain shot through him as he did so, but he ignored it. “Anyone!”Answering his call, the crew members of the yacht rushed out and huddled around him. Anderson groaned, wanting to tell them that he wasn't the one in danger. His fingers shook violently as he forced his hand to move, pointing towards the sea.He tried to speak, but his eyes squeezed shut as the throbbing ache came once again, robbing him of his words.“Calm down sir.” One of the crew members tried to stabilize him, but Anderson paid no mind to them. He tr
Briana woke up with a splitting headache, cracking her eyes open and wincing as the morning sunlight kissed her face. She stirred, not fully awake, but her body felt heavier than a boulder, almost as if something was weighing her down. Exhausted, she decided to stay in bed, her arms tightening around her pillow. Briana sank her face into the soft material, her eyes fluttering closed. She inhaled, the faint yet alluring scent of lavender tingling her nostrils. Did Celine change the detergent used for the pillowcase? It usually smelled of lemon.And did her pillow always have a heartbeat?Briana’s brows furrowed as her hands groped the pillow.“That tickles.”She stilled as a familiar voice reached her ears. Her eyes shot open, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, she glanced up, meeting the gaze of her husband.“Sleeping beauty awakes.” His voice was light and playful, sporting his signature amused smirk as he looked down at her. “Kinda disappointed that I didn’t get to kiss you first th
Earlier that day... Anderson arrived home, feeling the slight throbbing in his chest as he ventured into the estate. The mansion came into view up ahead, and his face brightened, his dreary expression replaced by one of excitement. He couldn't wait to see Verona. The doctor's appointment had taken longer than expected, and he was worn out from listening to the man nag about his health. He hated when people told him how to live his life. The doctor, his sister, and the media—he didn't care for their opinions, all except one person. Verona. Anderson didn’t mind when she scolded him; in fact, it made his aching heart flutter with joy. She would glare at him in the cutest way, her lips pulled into a tight pout. He laughed to himself as he remembered the rule she'd given him. It was a new side to her he'd never experienced, and he looked forward to seeing more of it. “She’s not home?” Anderson’s excitement was dampened the moment he arrived at the mansion. Celine shook her head in resp
Briana didn’t know how to feel about Daniel’s appearance, especially when everyone else was fawning over him. After his brief introduction, he announced that he’d arranged a breakfast buffet for the staff and the workers on set, instantly winning their favor.“He’s so thoughtful.” Elise let out a dreamy sigh, her hands resting on her chest as she looked over to where Daniel stood, engaged in a hearty conversation with the director. “And handsome too. Very handsome.” This was the third time Elise had complimented his looks in the last five minutes.“He could pass for an actor or a supermodel,” she continued. Briana acknowledged her with a small nod, busy sorting out the clothes for the opening scene. She paused, taking a cursory glance at Daniel. Without a doubt, he was a sight for sore eyes, possessing a magnetic charm that added to his good looks. But as Briana eyed him silently, she couldn’t help but think that he was nowhere as handsome as Anderson.Startled by her thoughts, she wo