Malea's POV
I turned off my alarm and blinked away the last bits of sleep from my eyes. The sunlight streaming in through the windows made me squint as I reached over to get my phone. I haven't left the house since yesterday and all I wanted to do was to curl in a ball and wonder why my life was like this. I shook my head and rid those thoughts from my mind. I turned on my phone. Lucian sent me a text message.
Malea's POVA shiver ran down my spine.He looked into my eyes and I could tell every emotion and every word he had said was genuine. And then his lips were on mine, taking me to a place o
Malea's POVI spun around to see— Myra? She had her honey blonde hair tied in a low chignon, a pair of reflective Gucci sunglasses perched on her head. She shot me a sly smile and walked over to us. My heart pounded wildly. She knew about Lucian and I way before Lucian and Ales filed a divorce. What did she want now?
Malea's POVAfter leaving Ales's house, I made my way back to work. Ales told me everything she knew about what the emails said and even showed me websites that claimed to have proof. As much as I want myself to believe that Ales wasn't behind it, my conscience isn't one hundred percent sure on that.
Third Person's POVThe brunette slammed a fist against the table in rage. "What the hell? How could this be?"The dark one jumped back in fear. "I'm sorry but I don't think I can do this anymore."
Malea's POVAll I could see is black. My head throbbed and I was in danger before I could even open my eyes. I blinked once, twice and adjusted my eyes to the dark room I was in.I looked down at my wrists only to realize that they'
Lucian's POVIt's been two days since Malea, Myra, Ales, and Winter went missing and I haven't slept for one second. I've tried all their cell phones, and talked to my PI and he hasn't found anything yet. We even tried tracking Malea's phone, but it lead us straight back to Myra's house.
Lucian's POV"You found her?""Yes, but if we want to be able to get to her before anything happens—"
Malea's POVI yawned and allowed my eyes to adjust to the light streaming in from the floor to ceiling windows. I flipped over in the bed, careful to avoid pressing my wounds against the bed.Lucian's still sleeping. He has a tenden