[Not continued from prologue]
Isabelle’s Point of View:
I roamed the halls with a worried expression.
“This is not right. I have told her many times, but she just won’t listen.”
“What should we do?”
“Why are you asking me?”
Numerous mutterings fluttered across the room as my mom, and stepdad talked between themselves.
It was completely stupid.
I just wanted to get a career of my own, but my stepdad—Mr. Richard Roman wanted me to join him and his son in his company.
I finally stopped and walked over to them.
“So?” He asked me with a hopeful expression.
“My decision is not going to change. Moreover, I believe Achilles is more than capable of handling the company on his own,” I confidently replied.
“Oh, I know I am.”
A deep voice resounded in the room. I froze for a second. Then, making my breathing stable, I turned around.
Achilles was coming down from his room. He wore casual clothes but still looked so devilishly handsome. When he looked up and met my eyes, my heart raced and I looked down.
“And of course, he isn’t going to give you the management post. Right, dad?”
I looked at Mr. Roman, who had a troubled face. “Well, about that…”
“So, it is not about my skills,” he cut him in between and I looked back at him. “It is about yours.”
“What?”
He smirked. “Why don’t you tell her about that, dad?”
It felt as if everyone knew what was happening other than me. They were clearly making me feel embarrassed, but… why? I had always been the daughter they had wanted me to be!
I looked back at Achilles, but his smirk was enough to shut me up. I took a deep breath as I processed my options.
“I see what this was about.” I turned to Mr. Roman with a bold face. “And I will prove to you and everyone who doubts me. I will leave this house to make my career and come back successful.”
I was about to turn around and go to my room when Achilles suddenly blocked my way. I jerked back and looked at him, trying to quiet my racing heartbeat. “What?”
“And what if you don’t?”
“I will do anything,” I replied sharply.
A satisfying smirk appeared on his lips yet again, and I scoffed. I went back to my room to pack things up.
Of course, what was I expecting? Achilles was a good person—but the worst step brother anyone could ask for. He was so devilishly handsome and his features were perfect. And having him as my stepbrother?
Not good.
Things were worse because now that we were ‘siblings’, there was a competition. A competition I couldn’t and didn’t want to win.
So, I could only suffer in silence with my feelings alone.
After packing up all of my stuff, I went downstairs. Everyone was back in their rooms, so I just had to up and leave with the guards being the last ones to see me here.
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“I know, I know. No, I am just moving now.” I laughed and said to my friend, Chloe, who I was conversing with on the phone.
“But really? I never thought you’d go away from that house. From Ac—”
“Chloe!” I exclaimed, and she laughed.
Chloe and I were best friends for almost seven years now. She knows everything about me and I do about her—including my crush on him.
“Anyway. Where do you think you would go?” She asked me.
I didn’t have any universities in mind. As I was just done with high school, I had to join a medical university to achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. However, I wasn’t even sure which city would be perfect for that.
“I don’t know. Do you have any universities in mind?” I asked while looking outside the window of the cab I was in.
“I have a lot of them, but their acceptance rate is less. You should apply to a few, even if I know you’re talented. I will send you a list after I research them.”
I smiled, even though she couldn’t see me. “Thank you, babe. Meet me at the club tonight?”
“Sure! Tomorrow my college is closed, anyway. The usual?”
“The usual.”
“Okay. Gotta go.”
“Bye.”
I kept the phone down and immersed myself in my thoughts. Tonight was probably my last night in Lebanon, Kansas.
Tomorrow, I will be away from everyone. I will not see Achilles and I don’t know how I will survive because in my mind, seeing him gave me a reason to live. The energy to survive in this endlessly tiring life.
And even though he hated me, I couldn’t stop loving him. I wanted to—God knows how much I tried. But just one glimpse and I was back to square one.
The car stopped in front of Chloe’s house. I was going to give her a surprise visit—after all; we were also going to be apart. I was really glad she put me first and wasn’t sad about me leaving.
I got out and paid the fare. After ringing the doorbell of her house, I painted a smile on my face.
“Coming!” I heard her voice and waited. The door opened, and she was shocked—not happy—when she saw me.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, and she curved her lips into a fake smile.
“Hey, Isa!”
“What’s wrong?” I asked and tried to peep inside the house from the half door that she had opened.
“N-nothing, I—”
“Chloe, who’s at the door?”
When I heard that voice, my breath hitched. No, it wasn’t possible!
Achilles’ Point of View:I went back to my apartment as I made an anonymous tip to the police that somehow the rich billionaire had died. It was already over two hours, and Isabelle was probably waiting for me, so I didn’t want to waste any more time trying to clear up the mess at the mansion. My people had already managed the security tapes and the fingerprints.As soon as I reached my place and went inside, Isabelle ran up to me and hugged me. “Achilles.”“Hey,” I smiled at her. “Everything’s gonna be fine now.”She was confused at my words. I didn’t really know how she would react to this. I mean, she knew I was no saint and I had killed hundreds while working as a mafia leader, but right now I had murdered my own father and without any Mafia influence.But I couldn’t hide it. No more secrets. I had to tell her if I wanted her to trust me.“I killed my father.” Those words rolled out of my tongue, leaving her stunned.Her eyes widened. “What?”“Yes.”She took a few minutes as she st
Achilles’ Point of View:“She didn’t cheat on you, Achilles!” Lucy shouted and my eyes snapped in her direction.“What are you saying?” I asked, my mind fogged by the words she was speaking. I didn’t want to talk about her, or the topic she was speaking on—let alone made me question the reality.“She told me. She told me that Mr. Roman had forced her to say that to you. And I know that I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but I couldn’t bear to know the truth and still go home to my husband while you didn’t get to go home to your wife. She told me that she had to do it because your father said that if she didn’t, he’d kill you.” She said in one breath as she looked at me.
Isabelle’s Point of View:I looked up and found Lucy standing. She gave me a hand, and helped me stand up. I slowly managed to stand on my feet, still lunging forward like a junkie.“Who—who was the highest bidder? Do you know?” I asked as I was dying to know who I was supposed to be a slave for.She smiled. “No one told me who it was, but whoever it was gave the highest money to the main mafia bank and set you free.”“What?” I thought she was kidding.“Yes,” She smiled again, this time wider. “There was an anonymous message on the table just after the bidding. It was to me, and it said that I should let you know that the highest bidder had
Isabelle’s Point of View:“She gets one wish before fulfilling her punishment, boss,” One of the men pointed out as the guards were dragging me away from the main room, and I saw that it was Romero.I looked over at Achilles who was staring right at me, his face stone cold. “What do you want?” He asked me across the room and I took a deep breath. I didn’t want anything but one thing—and this was probably the last chance I’d get.“I want to talk to Lucy once. In private.”He was confused at my request, but didn’t think about it much. “Let her. I will give you one hour. Her punishment will continue after that,” he looked at his men mid-conversation and then walked out of the room
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was on the ground, barely able to breathe. I didn’t know that hurting him would hurt me so much, I was out of my mind. My heart was shattering with every passing second thinking of the pain I had caused, my tears falling relentlessly.Mr. Roman wouldn’t have asked me to do this without making sure it could be supported by proof. I was sure he did something for that too. Achilles was going to hate me all over again. This time it was going to be even worse. And I… I wouldn’t be able to tell him how much I actually love him and would die for him, and would have to just stand there to take it.God, I had never felt this low in my entire life.It took him three hours—three hours before he knocke
Isabelle’s Point of View:“What’s wrong, Isabelle?” I heard mom say as she came out of the room and caught up with me. I was still in a daze from the conversation with Mr. Roman, cursing his name to the highest degree and replaying the conversation I was supposed to have with Achilles now.“Isabelle?” She called out again, finally getting my attention.“Oh, mom!” I said as my trail of thoughts ended. She looked at me, confused.“Where are you lost? I thought after your talk with Achilles, things would be better, no?” she asked, her voice laced with obvious concern.“Uh…” I exhaled. There was no use telling her what was happenin