MasukJack's POV It’s been days since that girl, Layla, promised me Elena would be free.And honestly, the longer time passed, the more stupid I felt for believing her.I should have known better. Elena had explained everything to me. She said everything was Layla's plan, so the girl wasn't to be messed with. Yet, I still trusted her and gave her that damn bottle! when she came to me with those big guilty eyes, acting like she suddenly grew a conscience… I cracked.I was too bloody sacred of loosing Elena to that Reynolds, so I searched and gave it to her. But it's been days since then! Three days, seven hours and twelve minutes. I kept count. My mind couldn't sit still knowing I had taken something from Elena and given it to her once best friend now enemy.And I got nothing in return. Elena hadn't return, or even called. Not even a bloody text message to know if she was alright.I was this close to loosing my senses. I shouldn't have trusted Layla like that. And now I regret it.
Elena's POV Noah’s office had always felt too large for one person, but now it felt too small for two.He said he had no reason for staring... So why doesn't he stop. Instead, Noah leaned closer towards me, his gaze still fixed on mine. I could heart my heart drumming in my chest. 'What is this?'What was he doing? Was he about to kiss me? As he came closer, I tried to move... Or to turn him away.For fuck sake, I was still thinking of how I was going to get out of her without him falling for me... Having any physical interaction between us whatsoever would make that hard. No! Get a grip Elena. I spoke to myself, forcing my gaze away. The longer I stared at him, the more my stomach twisted. I shouldn’t have been here.He shouldn't want anything to do with me.My fingers curled at my sides. I needed to get out.Noah’s eyes flicked, I glanced at him... Only a second. But I could see the confusion in them. Maybe he thought I wanted him too. But I couldn't have him. I couldn’t
Elena's POVI watched Layla's pathetic attitude with a small smile on my face. She had been surprised before, looking around frantically as the servants gathered.But now, she knew for sure what was going on.She hovered close to him like a desperate shadow. “Noah, please. Let’s go to your office. You’re tired. You just got home...”He turned, his tone deadly.“Don’t touch me.”Layla stumbled back like he slapped her.I inhaled sharply.He really wasn’t playing.Damn...It gave me a sense of déjà vu. He did the same thing to me, only that I wasn't hugging him — I was beating up Layla.He was protecting her.I stood to the side, unsure of what expression I should be wearing. Sympathy? No. I couldn’t. Not after everything she did. Not after those five days in darkness, starvation, dehydration, and emotional and mental torment.No.It should be joy.Fuck the fact that I used to know her. She bloody deserved this.Noah’s voice cut through the silence.“Layla,” he called. His tone commandi
Elena's POV Noah’s car slowed to a stop in front of the mansion, the familiar iron gates rising like some dramatic movie scene. My leg twitched anxiously, mostly because I still felt weak… but also because I had no idea what was waiting inside.Or maybe I did. Layla. Layla was definitely waiting for me I took in a deep breath before opening my eyes. Whatever was going to happen now would be the end. After this, after Layla has gotten what she deserved, only then would this chapter of my life finally come to a close. I reached for the door, but Noah spoke.“Are you sure you can walk?”I blinked at turning to look at him. “You didn’t ask that question while we were in the hospital,” I pointed out. “Or when we walked through the parking lot. Or when we got into the car. But now, the moment we arrive at your big dramatic mansion... You suddenly care?”I raised an eyebrow and let a teasing smile stretch across my lips.“Don’t tell me you just want to make Layla jealous?" Noah scof
Elena's POV What? He knew about Alfonso? Wait... Was he going after Alfonso too? My heart stopped for a second. My eyes lowered, refusing to meet his gaze. Alfonso hadn't hurt me. Layla said it herself, he wanted me out of the dungeon too. And was even willing to cut her a deal because of it. He wasn't a part of her devious plans. I couldn't just let him get hurt. "What's wrong?" Noah suddenly scoffed, and I shut my eyes. He was annoyed. "Why aren't you speaking anymore?" He asked. "Are you shocked that I know who you work for?" "Worked." I quietly corrected. "I already told you I gave up that life." Noah scoffed again. "Then the guy at the party..." I snapped raising my head upwards in defiance. There was no way I was going to just sit still and allow him to judge me based on that stupid incident. "He was a jerk. If you saw that part, I'm very sure you must have seen what he was trying to do to me." I clenched my jaw in annoyance, gritting my teeth. "I'm not some pushov
Elena's POV My breath caught in my throat.“Noah…” My voice trembled, barely a whisper. “Y-you’re bleeding.”He pressed a hand quickly over the wound, glaring down at it as though it betrayed him. “It’s nothing.”Nothing?His shirt was turning red. Right in front of me.My entire body jolted with panic. I tried to sit up... only for pain to screech through my ribs, forcing me back down with a shaky gasp.“No...Elena, stop.” Noah moved instantly, his other hand reaching out as if to steady me, but he winced when his side pulled.He was hurt… because of me?Or because of something else?My mind spun. It went back to the last thing I remembered. Now Noah walked into the dungeon. The side of his shirt was already stained with blood. There were also bruises on his face... My eyes went to his face. It was then that I noticed the few plasters and stitches on his face. Another gasp left my lips. Was he seriously in an accident? Was Layla behind it? A small, sharp click sounded... The do







