TRISTAN'S POVThe podium crashes down, trapping me, and the fire's relentless advance shrouds everything in thick, black smoke. I struggle to see through the darkness, and with each breath, the harsh smoke tightens its grip on my lungs, leaving my throat parched and cutting off precious oxygen.Violent coughs rack my body as the fire rages, devouring everything in its path. My desperate gaze darts towards the elevator, but hesitation creeps in – a risky move, the fire might have invaded its metal confines. I contemplate the stairs; the carpet beneath me already melts, a precursor to the scorching danger ahead. Without a second thought, I sprint through the small, confining space, but disaster strikes as the rail breaks, burning and collapsing in the stairwell's heart. The heat intensifies, trapped in the confined space, amplifying my violent coughs. In a frantic moment, I shed my outer jacket, smothering the flicker of fire as I press onward, determined, up the stairs.In the midst of
TRISTAN'S POVAscending the stairs with urgency, my steps echoed, almost reaching the first floor. In the fiery blur, a fleeting figure descended; my heart raced, hoping for Willow. My disappointment deepened as Caden emerged. Descending to the inferno below, our eyes locked in a silent exchange amid the scorching flames, halting us both in an eerie standoff."Turn back, you're going to die," he grinned, a smug expression etched on his face. I pondered if that arrogance would wither away if he found himself engulfed in the flames he so callously dismissed."Move out of my way!" I shouted, determined to push forward, ignoring his taunts."Why should I? She's just an object," he hinted, referring to Willow. He knew she was up there but showed no inclination to help or persuade her to retreat. The tension heightened in the stairwell as our clash of wills unfolded."Everyone's just an object to you, isn't it? Easily discarded if deemed useless. Why call off the engagement while I was still
TRISTAN'S POV"She isn't Breathing." The nurse said as I pushed her away and made my way to Willow, who wasn't Breathing.I held her palm, checking her pulse; it went cold. Attempting to check her heartbeat, I was abruptly pulled out of the ambulance by two police officers."Stand by, citizen. Don't you see they are trying to do their job?" one of the policemen said as the back of the ambulance shut, and it started driving away."Willow..." I yelled as I raced to Jaxon, demanding his keys."Tristan, calm down," Jaxon said."How can I calm down? My mother's dead and Willow isn't breathing," I exclaimed."That doesn't mean we don't care for Willow too. We're worried too, okay," Hailey interjected."Then give me the keys," I insisted."Tristan ..." Jaxon half-yelled."Give him the keys, Jaxon. If she dies, don't come home," Hailey said, giving me a cold stare—the kind she gives her victims before she does away with them. Hailey may look like a stripper, and she is, but she's also a killer
CADEN'S POVMy face was ruined as the nurse tried to apply ointment and bandage the burnt part, while everyone looked at me in disgust. I was escorted to my limo with my entourage as we all drove away from the scene."Prepare a trip to Australia," I said abruptly, shocking everyone in the car."Why Australia?" one of them asked."That engagement cost me a fortune, and that bitch just burnt the building down. Her life isn't a well enough trade. After what she did to my face, her relatives will have a share in her punishment by joining her in hell. Book my private jet to Australia, and load on gunpowder and petrol. They will die the Same way she did," I declared with a chilling determination."As you wish, sir," they replied, the gravity of my command sinking in.TRISTAN'S POVI took an elevator to the third floor as my heart dropped at the thought Willow would die any moment now. She can't die; she won't die. I kept that mantra on repeat; it was my only hope, the only thing I could hold
HAILEY'S POVAs I and Jaxon opted for a taxi, Tristan drove off in the car. My phone rang with Tristan's name flashing on the screen. "She better be alive," I muttered anxiously. Answering the call, a female voice asked, "Is this Hailey?" Fearing the worst, I snapped, "Is Tristan fooling around with someone else?" The caller, a nurse from Cambridge Hospital, clarified, "No, I'm a nurse at Cambridge Hospital downtown." Confused and angry, I demanded, "Why do you have my brother's phone?" The nurse's grave reply hit me like a ton of bricks: "Your brother is teetering on the brink of death at the hospital right now.""Wait, what? Is Willow dead?" I gasped."I assume that is the name of the patient that just woke up after almost dying. I can't explain it right now, he's about to jump." I cut the call before I could hear the rest."Step on it, bastard." I brought out my gun as I pointed it over his head."But we can't go past the speed limit, the cops could arrest me.""Hailey, what are you
29TRISTAN'S POV "She's alive, Tristan," Hailey said, trying to convince me to step away from the edge."Then where is she?" I yelled out, infuriated."Tristan, I'm here." I turned to see Willow in a wheelchair with a drip attached to her hand as the nurse wheeled her closer towards me."Willow?" I said in a faint tone. Words can't describe how I feel right now."Are you Tristan ?" she asked as my brows furrowed."Excuse me?" I asked, confused. She just asked me a weird question."What are you talking about? Are you OK?" I asked as she squinted her eyes, trying to check if I might be familiar to her."I don't know you. I'm sorry, am I supposed to?" That sentence broke my heart into a billion pieces. How could she say that?"What did you do to her?" My eyes darted back to the nurse, who swallowed hard."I... I'm sorry. It was the only way to revive her to her conscious self.""What did you do...?" Hailey asked, running to Willow."Hailey ..." Willow hugged Hailey tightly, not letting h
TRISTAN TWO WEEKS LATERI've been in Willow's ward for the past two weeks, ordering her food, helping her take her drugs, and keeping her company almost every hour. Hailey starts to complain that I've been clingy, but she's pathetic. I'm only doing this so that she would get better soon and hopefully remember me.As for the nurse, she was suspended and given a year's leave for operating a dangerous procedure without the doctor's consent. However, she was later suspended for six months after it was known that Willow didn't suffer any of the side effects.Willow laid on her bed quietly, trying to avoid eye contact with me, as if she was now afraid of me."You don't really have any memory of me," I said, and she sighed and nodded."Do you at least remember your family?" I asked, hoping to get a conversation started since she wouldn't talk to me after physically witnessing me trying to murder that nurse."I don't really know much, but I think my mom was a doctor. She took me in after she
WILLOW'S POVAfter Tristan, I think that's his name, I now had my breathing space. He wouldn't leave my sight for two weeks. Thank you, Markus."So who is he?" Markus asked, taking down some of my diagnosis."I don't really know. I don't have any memory of him. He says I know him, but I've never met him in my life," I said as Markus dropped his clipboard."So you were somehow emotionally attached to him..." He said in a whisper, but I could still hear him. I may have lost my memory, but I ain't deaf.I ignored him as he continued to examine me and give me a check-up."Well, you are perfectly fine. It's just you have mild amnesia. You can't recall whatever memories you've lost. It's like your brain shut down those memories, and I'm not sure you can ever remember..." Markus said as I felt bad. Whatever I had with Tristan is gone forever."I can't even have a flash or a blur?" I asked, feeling desperate for any glimpse of the past. He stopped what he was doing and came close to me, sittin