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You've probably noticed that I've been struggling to keep a steady updating schedule these last few weeks. My older readers may be aware but I have a busy schedule. I'm a student, and I also juggle a full time job in addition to writing and while I love writing it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep up with my schedule. I either disappoint my readers or myself and that's something I don't want to do. Plus I've been suffering from a severe writers block. I feel like everything I write is trash and I'm not sure if my new chapters align with the story I originally intended to tell. So because of this I've decided to take a break. At least for a week. I'll try and be back once the week is over. I want to use this time to go through my notes of the story as well as re-read this book but most importantly I want to use this time to rest. I think a huge reason for my burnout is because I'm stressed. A friend advised me to take a break and she's right. I need it and as much as I've been trying to deny it my body has done an excellent job at pointing it out several times this last week. From falling sick to recovering and then falling ill again. I hope you understand the reason for my decision. I want to create a story I'm proud of and one you'll love and I can't do that if I constantly feel like everything I'm writing is terrible. Again I hope you understand. I'll be back soon but until then see you soon. Thank You ❤️ElleSIX WEEKS LATEROne would think that with everything that had happened, a lot of things would’ve changed.And they would be right.While a lot of things stayed the same after the attack, most didn’t.Aaron was still the head of the mob, but he had decided to change a lot of things, starting with the abolishment of the council. He and Cillian were working tirelessly to dismantle the old guard piece by piece. Turning a centuries-old hierarchy on its head.Of course it wasn’t an overnight job, but Aaron was nothing if not ruthless when he had a point to prove.And his point was clear: no one would ever have the leverage to threaten our lives, or our family, again.Speaking of family.Ava sits across from me, a smile dancing on her lips as she watches her kids and my sister play together while we have afternoon tea.“So,” she says, readjusting her teacup so the handle points at her, “What’s this I hear about you giving my brother the silent treatment?”Of course he told her.The las
Elle.The second we’re at home, I have Cillian call for a doctor.Aaron woke up briefly during the drive back, insisting through gritted teeth that he was fine, but I’d seen the extent of his injuries with my own eyes to determine he was full of shit.“He’ll need lots of rest.” The doctor informs me as he puts his stethoscope back in his bag. “His ribs are bruised, and the laceration around his left wrist required four stitches. His throat might be sore for a couple of days, but with proper hydration and medication, he should feel better in a couple of weeks.”I nod and take the note he hands me for Aaron’s prescription.“Thank you, Doctor.”He nods once. Cillian walks him out, and soon it’s only Aaron and me in our bedroom.I turn to look at Aaron, who is now sitting at the edge of our bed, shirt off and fresh bandages wrapped around his ribs and midsection. His wrists are also secured, and the bruising around his jaw has shifted from violent red to a dark yellowish purple.He look
Aaron“Sign this.”Ivy tosses a file and a pen onto my lap before returning to stand beside her uncle.“What is it?” I keep my eyes locked on her face, noting the slight, ugly tremor of impatience in her jaw.“Your abdication.”“My what?” “Come now, Aaron, you’re not that stupid. I’m pretty sure you know what an abdication means, right?”Of course I know what it means. What I don’t understand is why they need me to sign one. “I thought you just wanted to kill me and be done with it.”Neil lets out a snort followed by a cold, vicious laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. Even I know the damage your death would cause if I were to just show up and stake my claim to the throne.” He says it like he is explaining the alphabet to a dull child. “Without leaving an heir, you’re basically plummeting the future of the mob into darkness, but by naming me as your successor in your abdication, the transition is seamless. No war. No questions asked.”For a moment, I wonder how long they've had to think this
Elle*One hour earlier*He’s not here.I stare at the empty warehouse as I come to the chilling conclusion that my husband has somehow disappeared.Gone.“Elle,” Cillian calls for me, but I can barely register his voice or anything else.One chance.We had one chance, and we blew it.He’s gone.It’s too late.A hand settles gently on my shoulder, and I lift my gaze to find Cillian staring down at me, pity etched across his face.God, I feel so stupid.What made me think this was going to be easy? What made me believe I could walk in here, clutching a gun I’d only just learned how to use, and somehow still save him?The confidence I forced myself to wear crumbles, leaving nothing but the crushing weight of hopelessness.“He’s gone,” He’s gone, and we have no way of finding him.I turn to face Cillian, who looks almost as distraught as I do, “What are we going to do now?”He lets out a heavy sigh and drops his hand. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “But they probably didn’t go far.
AaronI’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



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