Isabelle’s Point of View:
I looked at him and puffed.
“G-get away.”
He stepped aside, and I took a deep breath.
“And I don’t have time for you.” I slowly spoke, knowing that things would get worse if he kept behaving the way he was. Everything was barely bearable as it was. “I have an interview real soon. So, bye.”
I was about to leave when I heard him.
“You don’t wonder why Matt cheated on you and with Chloe, of all people?”
I stopped in my steps and turned to look at him. “How… Do you know about it?”
He smirked.
“How does everything go wrong in your life?”
I was having a few stupid thoughts, but shut them out. “You’re out of your senses.”
“Oh baby girl, I am not, but I am sure that you’ll be.”
My heartbeat increased when he called me that. I looked down and heard him chuckle. I looked back up at him.
“W-What?” I asked.
“Do you know how bad of an actress you are?”
I looked at him while my eyes threatened to moisten. I had thought a lot about what he was saying—about what he meant but I didn’t want to assume anything.
He wasn’t talking about my feelings… Was he? No, of course not. He wouldn’t know anything about them.
Either way, I didn’t have the courage to ask him what he was talking about.
“So, I really think we should talk. Right?” He continued.
I nodded slowly. “But, but I need to do this interview…”
“Don’t worry about it. Just tell me which university you need to go to and I will arrange a private interview later.”
I looked at him but couldn’t smile. I was afraid of his thoughts on my feelings and what he meant by the things he had said.
I was scared of how he knew about Matt and Chloe. No one knew about him.
He came to me and took my hand, dragging me to some place. I couldn’t focus on where he was taking me because his touch on my hand seemed to give me butterflies while his scent intoxicated me. I wish I could stay in the moment forever, but I didn’t want to be so scared.
We finally stopped after getting into a dark alley.
“Why are we here?” I asked slowly.
He sighed and stood leaning against the wall. “When you left Lebanon, I knew that I had to tell you everything. I didn’t think I would be here so fast.”
I stared at him. What was he talking about?
“Tell me what?”
He looked away and sighed. “You’re stupid. You know that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He came closer to me while I took a step back, unknown to what he wanted. He kept coming till I hit the wall of the small alley and I could feel his breath on my face.
“Achilles.” I breathed slowly.
“I love my name from your mouth.”
Chills danced down my spine when I heard that. My eyes shot open, and I looked at him. He smiled, but then it turned into an evil smirk.
“You want me to say that to you?”
“I-I…”
He stepped away. “Did you think that I had no idea about your feelings all this time?”
I looked into his eyes, even though it was a little dark to see. I couldn’t understand him and his emotions. What?
I kept quiet.
“I knew from the day I stepped into your life. The way you looked at me, the first time. It was more than how a sister looks at a brother. It was more than anything.”
I looked down. So? What did he feel about it?
Why didn’t he say anything about it till now?
Why was he behaving so weirdly? What did he mean?
“Ace, what do you—”
“Don’t call me that.”
I bit my lip. I didn’t know what to say or do.
“Achilles,” I said, “Why didn’t you say anything till now?”
Somehow, in my mind and heart, I hoped and even believed that he was finally here to accept me. To do something about it, or at the very least—sympathise!
“Because it was fun.”
His voice was bitter when he said it. I looked at him confused, trying to interpret his sentences positively… If I could.
“It was fun watching you make a fool of yourself,” He continued. “To watch you trying to hide your sloppy emotions while knowing how wrong they were. To see you having everything ruined in your life while having no damn clue why that was happening.”
I stood quietly as I felt my heart shatter into pieces. It wasn’t a normal heartbreak. It felt like someone plunged a knife into my heart and twisted it again and again. Like someone threw me on a floor full of needles.
It felt like an everlasting pain I might never recover from.
I felt the strength fading from inside me. It didn’t make sense. These were emotions—how could they take any physical strength away?
But they did. I fell down on the ground suddenly, and a few silent tears streamed down my face.
My knees hurt from the sudden fall and I was sure that a little blood came out. But that didn’t even hurt me now.
There were no words after that. I felt footsteps retracting and soon I could feel that I was alone in the alley.
Alone with my broken, stupid feelings.
Again.
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