Mag-log inXurion's POV.“Way to go, man, we finally did it.” Joe guffawed, throwing his hands up really slowly.The atmospheric condition played his movement in a slow motion as he walked towards me. Pete followed too. “I can swear this is the best one year of my life,” Pete remarked, raising his hand so it shook mine. “ Yeah, this is my third journey, but serving the world at your side was a great honour, Xurion.”My chest swelled with pride. My chuckle muffled inside my helmet, “I'm more honoured to serve by your side, sir.” I saluted. And Pete remarked by throwing me a salute too and then climbed into the space ship.Joe watched him climb in. Then turned to me. “ I know being out here for a long year with no other people. No animal. No music. No street foods, it gotta be hard for you as it is for me, I know.” He crossed his arm over his chest. His eyes locked in my face. But I could read his intentions.“I'm alright Joe,” I panted out. “I had you guys all along, I'm good with that!”“Are
Circe's POV “You can't keep doing this to yourself all the time.” Caspian cowered beside me at the living room, while Drayton was already seated next to me.It was a sunny Monday and I ought to be at work, but I wasn't. Because I've lost the willpower to do anything. Not even take a proper shower.“Just leave me alone,” My voice drooled out, almost inaudible, as I brought the bottle of whiskey to my lips again.But Drayton took it before it even touched.“Give that to me,” he mumbled, his face webbed with worry.“Give it back,” I fought, my head swirled slightly, coupled with the ache that throbbed hard. I held it in place with both hands, my fingers finding solace in gripping my hair. And I felt the warmth seep into my palm. Caspian's tone was heavy. He looked straight at me, “ Stop doing this to yourself, Cee. When did you start drinking for fuck sake? Look…look at yourself.” His face further smeared with confusion. “I’ve never seen her like this before.” Drayton sided. He tried
Circe's POV “If Xurion truly found that asteroid, then there should be a file… report or something… anything to prove it.”I muttered, searching through the drawers in Xurion's room. The atmosphere was still and gloomy like it could see right through me and it could feel the emptiness brewing in my chest.My breath bated out. My eyes sunked and tired from searching. “It has to be here. It has to be somewhere in here,” I flipped the bed and then searched the wardrobe. Each place I turn, every corner I search, refuses to provide what I seek. I wrestled with my hair, disheveling it.“I think I'm going crazy.” My voice is breathy and my head became heavy with continuous taps of headache.There. I blinked, taking in the surprise. I sauntered towards the bedside shelf, perusing through it like my life depended on what I was searching for. It did. And I wanted to get it back—my whole life.My hands shook as I picked the file on the shelves and I hoped it wasn't what I just saw.A divor
Priela's POVGasps shot through the room. And murmurs seeped out from different corners. I noticed that the DJ had stopped playing too.My nails sank into my palm and my chest continued to beat fast as I readied for what was about to come.Father's mouth hung open,“ What did you just say?” Roderick smiled eerily, pinning me down with his sharp stare, “Priela we want to believe you probably had a long day and might have made a mistake.”“No,” I shook my head. “ I'm not a child to make such a mistake. I know what I said.” “What did you say again?” Father countered.My nails sank in more, “ I'm not choosing any one of them.” I repeated. Father's mouth hung open slightly like he wanted to say something. But it refused to come out.“Why?” Roderick snapped, his voice heavy. “ Have you forgotten why we all are gathered here today?” He said pointing to the table.“I know,” I retorted. I had to go for what I wanted.In fact, I've started the fire already, the tension in the room confirms it.
Priela's POV“ You look so stunning.”I gawked gently at my reflection in the mirror. The dressers took tireless turns to adorn me like a nominated Disney princess about to attend the Oscars.The ankle length, red dinner dress, smeared my hourglass-figure like that was the mission the designer had in mind making it. Coupled with the high slit on my left leg.My black hair streamed freely down to my waist, framing my perfectly made-up face and glossy red lips.The door creaked and I looked from the mirror. My mother walked calmly into my room, her face glinted with endearment. “ I always knew this would look perfect on you,” she complimented. Her finger traced the silver necklace on my neck.She smiled sweetly at me from the mirror, “ Your grandma left it for us. And unfortunately your aunt Ann left it for me too and now-”“Mum I know,” I cut in, holding her arm tightly, “ I don't want you to start remembering such thing now, you wanna ruin your make-up?”She sniffed and patted her e
Priela's POV“YOU BITCH!”Kian Ashford groaned very loudly behind me as I scurried out of the room.I bolted towards the entrance and didn't stop. My heart thudded against my ribs.I had kneed his balls with all the strength I could pull together. And his men had run in to see why he made that noise.Looking back for the last time to ascertain that I wasn't followed, I hurried away.“ Father sure has a good taste in men,” I muttered.I stepped outside towards the car and just then Max appeared beside me and threw a punch behind me.“Ouch!”The man he had hit groaned and curled on the ground. He was one of Kian’s men.“We need to get out of here now,” Max shielded me.We settled in the car and zoomed off in time so no one traced us.Sofia looked at me from the mirror and asked, her voice was gloomy, “ Are you alright?”I stared into the city that glided as we passed, “ I don't know,” I answered, honestly.I wasn't alright. Not after meeting the worst type of men I ever thought about. A







