LOGINAaronI’m not the type of man who believes in fate.I believe everyone is responsible for their own destiny, and we, as humans, can shape it into whatever we want.And as I stare at my wife’s sleeping form merely an hour before I have to face our greatest enemy, I can’t help but wonder if this is the destiny I chose, or just the cruel, inevitable conclusion of the bloodline I was born into.Either way, if I die tonight, at least I would’ve had the pleasure of knowing her in this lifetime and the quest of searching for her in the next.Before her, it never occurred to me that I could love a person this much.But I do love my wife. More than anyone has ever loved anything, which is why I wouldn’t hesitate for a single second to give my life if it meant keeping her safe.I reach down and brush a stray curl behind her ear. The corner of her lips twitches, and she burrows further into my touch.I have to physically restrain myself from waking her and pulling her into my arms, from burying
Elle I decide the next course of action in three phases. The first phase of my plan requires me to act the part of a fragile porcelain doll that everyone assumes is still piecing herself back together after the terrible accident, at least for one more day. Tricking Aaron into leaving me alone for the entire day turns out to be surprisingly easy. Maybe that’s because he’s lying to me too. Still, when he leaves without so much as questioning my sudden desire to spend the day holed up in my bedroom, I can’t help but feel relieved. I have exactly thirty six hours to figure out a way to save my husband and put an end to this war once and for all. But that’s easier said than done. If I remember correctly, Cillian and Aaron talked about a note that was left at the estate. If my guess is right, said note has the address of the meeting spot and the exact time Neil and Ivy expect him to show up. If I want to be anywhere near that location, I need to first find that piece of paper. And q
ElleI jolt awake, my heart lurching.For a moment, I lie still, disoriented. Then my eyes adjust to the darkness, and the faint glow of the digital clock on the nightstand comes into focus.12:17 a.m.Just a little past midnight.The bed is empty, and judging by the rumpled sheets and lack of warmth, it’s probably been empty for a while.I wonder where he is.I throw the covers aside and slide out of bed to cross the room. I walk to the closet and pull on one of Aaron’s oversized hoodies before heading for the door. The hallway lights are still on. I pass by my old room, stopping briefly to check on my sister.She’s sound asleep, and I can’t help but sigh at the look of contentment on her tiny face.During my time at the hospital, I was so worried that she wouldn’t be able to adjust to the change and that I somehow ruined her life without even knowing it, but seeing her again made me realise that I was worried over nothing.Maddie is not alone. Even when she didn’t have me, she had
ElleI spent two more days at the hospital.After a round of tests that felt more like impromptu interrogations, followed by my needlework and more needlework at Aaron’s request, the doctor finally signed my discharge papers and let me go.Despite my protests, my husband carried me bridal-style out of the hospital’s sliding doors and into the back of a waiting SUV.The ride to the estate is quiet, and yet, it’s a silence I welcome.I stare out the tinted window, watching the city blur into long, jagged streaks of grey and neon. Next to me, Aaron’s hand rests over mine on the leather seats. Every few seconds, he would sweep his thumb across my knuckles, but that's as far as he went with physical contact.We pull into the driveway of the mansion. I’m barely inside the house before I notice a small, frantic blur of pink and denim hurtling down the staircase.A muffled omph sound escapes me as my sister’s tiny body collides with mine, fingers gripping my dress like a lifeline.Maureen is
Hi everyone, I’m sorry I’ve been missing these last few days. After my birthday I have been dangerously unwell for the last two weeks but thank God I’m doing okay now. Updates will resume on Monday and will be rolled out in three batches. First batch: The plan Second batch: The show down Third batch: The epilogue Until then you can join the official readers group of F@c3 b00k. Simply search 3th3l’s Rom@nc3 H@v3n and click join to join now. P.S there’s a snippet for the next chapter already posted there❤️
ElleThe first thing I register when I wake up is the white ceilings.They’re bright and entirely unfamiliar, which makes me realise instantly that I am not at home or anywhere I might know, for that matter.The second thing my mind registers is the faint beeping sound coming from right beside me.I groan, blinking once, twice, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights shining down at me.God, what happened?The last thing I remember…And then it hits me. The memories from yesterday. Maddie. Richard. Mum. There was a struggle and then…Oh God, is he dead?Did I…“Angel?”I turn my head at the sound of my name and it’s only then that I notice that I’m not alone. Someone is in here with me. No, not someone, Aaron.I’m immediately hit with a truckload of ease.“You’re awake,” He sounds relieved. So relieved that a little bit of my heart chips away at the thought of having caused him worry.He’s still dressed in the same clothes as the last time I saw him which mean
ElleThe reception has a whole different vibe from the wedding. Everywhere I look, people are beckoning Aaron and me over to offer their congratulations or simply chat.Ava helped me change into something more suitable for the reception. A pale pink mini dress with a beaded bodice and sparkly tulle
AaronWe ditched the car a couple of miles away from the safe house, and now we were making our way toward the faint silhouette of a building in the middle of nowhere—on foot.Yippee.And they say weddings aren't fun.I unlock the door and push it open with a cautiousness that makes Elle's shoulder
Aaron"Nothing," Neil says stepping back, a hand raised in surrender. " We were simply talking."I glare at him; if only I had my pistol, that arrogant little smile of his would already be history."I swear if you touched so much as a strand on my wife's head I'll..." Elle's hand grips my forearm,
ElleThe bakery looks the same as it did last week. The walls are white with pale pink pastry patterns stamped in rows across them, and the air smells of butter and sugar. Aaron holds the door open for me and I mutter a polite thank you as I step past him. The side of my body grazes his and though







