I did my best to steady my beating heart, and it seemed memories of the night I ran away, accompanied with the package which had been delivered to me... did the trick.There was no longer fear, in its place was anger, and hatred coursing through my veins. Boiling hot like lava.I was seething, but still, I decided not to say anything. Let's see what the bastard has to say for himself.So with a deep breath, I calm myself."I'm surprised, you were able to descern my voice even when we've only met once." Arnold says over the phone, voice reeking of amusement. Gosh, I hate this guy."Is that so? So were you drunk when you offered money to Oliver to hand me over to you for marriage?" I ask, anger, rage, fury, seeping into my words no matter how calm they sounded. They weren't.SilenceI could hear the beating of my pounding heart, as I anticipated his reaction. Which obviously won't be good.As expected, the sound of shattering glass pierces the air, which causes a faint gasp to escape
Third Person Pov: Later at night, River ascends the stairs with the aim of going to her room. She had chosen to remain downstairs despite how much Mira tried to persuade her, she refused. She even refused Mr. Ron. Though, before he left there was a statement he gave which hit her harder than she had expected. 'You're as stubborn as him.' He had whispered with a gentle shake of the head, before making his way to his room with Mira by his side. Hayden hadn't stepped a foot downstairs ever since he fed her. With countless thoughts running through her mind at a million miles per hour, and a deep breath, she goes to her room. River is still absent minded as she pushes her door open. "Hey," a deep calm voice greets from behind her. She stiffens and the moment she turns to face the bed, a frightened gasp escapes her mouth, her eyes go wide and her heart beat increases rapidly. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" the deep voice asks again. And she closes her eyes with a hand against her ch
Everything felt heavy.The thought of Eva being tormented to death had been weighing me down more than I thought it would. I couldn't eat, felt weak... still do. Plus anxiety is so bad, I can't even sleep. Mira and Mr. Ron have been worried sick about me. The moment I woke up, I couldn't find Hayden anywhere and no matter how much I asked, they didn't tell me. My head is pounding now, and I nearly fall as I descend the stairs. Luckily, Mira catches me in time."River, you have to eat something." She says, her worried eyes scanning my tired face. She was right, I haven't eaten anything since I woke up this morning. And now, any moment from now, Hayden was going to walk in.I open my mouth to protest, as she places a palm on my forehead to check my temperature. But before I can get a single word out, the doors to the mansion are pushed open. I turn my attention, just in time to see an angry and furious Hayden walking in with Mr. Ron following suit. He pulls off his blazer with ange
Third Person POV:Hayden was beyond pissed today. He can't even describe what he feels right now, all he knows for sure... is the moment he saw River unconscious and saw her cry...He couldn't stop the primal rage that took over his senses. It was a miracle his rage didn't scare her away.As he walks through the hallway, after getting off the elevator, his men immediately part for him. They didn't seem to need words to know that he wasn't in the mood, and so they made sure to avoid his rage, so as to not become a victim of it.Hayden had increased the security at the mansion, and had given an order to his men to search for the bastard. Arnold Knot.River was still resting when he left, her cheeks and eyes puffing from tears. She had refused to let him go, the poor girl had been traumatised. Hayden gritted his teeth at the thought.The moment he enters his office, with Harsh following suit, the cell phone in his office rings. Hayden takes his seat wordlessly ignoring the call, while
I couldn't move.. couldn't breathe..What had they done to Evelyn? Its my fault, its my fault she got involved in this situation. I feel my temperature rise as I struggle to my feet. My chest feels constricted, and the air around me feels heavy. I am having another... panic attack.The ground slips beneath my feet, and the only sound that pierces through the haze is Mira's scream. My eyes are half closed as the floor gets closer. Then rushing steps in my direction, and then black out.At first it's all blurry when I open my eyes, but have to shut them back immediately. The lights are blindingly bright. I open them again, and blink back the haziness from my vision. A familiar deep voice greets me, "Oh come on, she just got stabbed; and now this?" I'm guessing he's not aware that I'm awake yet. Wait, Hayden's back? Them how long have I been out? I struggle to sit upright, to get a clear view of the time from the clock which hung on the wall. I wince, as I struggle to, and hear th
The next morning when I wake up, my body feels numb and limp. I sit upright with a groan, only to notice I'm in my bed. I blink, slowly, then rapidly. When did he leave? What was this sinking feeling in my chest? I can't say.I get up with a grunt, realizing I'm still putting on the clothes from yesterday. "I need a thorough bath." I mutter under my breath, aiming for the bathroom.Once I'm done with my business for the day, I make my way to the vanity on the wall opposite the entrance to the bathroom. Hayden must have got this personally installed while I was at the hospital.I sit on the stool, about to apply some cream when I stop midway, noticing a sticky note on the table. I pick it up as gently as I can to avoid tearing it, and stare at the words scribbled on it.Gosh, the handwriting on this is just... beautiful. I sigh, and shake my head quickly. Snapping out of it. I squint my eyes at it again, doing my best to not admire the handwriting. From the message, I can tell its hi