Author’s POV Warning- Sensitive Content Ahead The place was dim and dark. The only light emanating was the bathroom. He stood in front of the large mirror. His eyes were darkest shade of blue and he looked at himself and the tattoo. The drawer opened and he pulled the knife. He sighed and started the torture which was his only way to feel he was alive and was waiting for someone. The point of the knife dug into his skin, and scratched past the wounded skin from last night’s torture. The blood oozed out and he hissed. He traced the knife brutally and blood travelled from his chest to his abdomen. He looked at himself. He was unrecognizable but he had changed. It had been a long time and he still didn’t know where she was hiding. But one thing was sure. He will find her, no matter what. He didn’t wipe the blood, and arrived to his closet. He dressed up and his shirt soaked the blood, but he didn’t care. His housekeeper was complaining daily of the stained shirts. He didn’t care. He w
Elena’s POVElena was returning from a stroll in the market. Her red hair was flowing slowly in the air, and her head scarf was blowing. She had her shades on and was walking with slow steps without looking at anyone.She heard a commotion and was stumbled by a running girl. She got off the road, and looked at her surroundings, which was going wild. God knows what was going on. She went into a shabby looking coffee shop and ordered a coffee.She heard two women talking.“He is damn handsome, and I can’t believe he is shooting in our town.”“Exactly. Heard that he is accompanied by his wife.”“Didn’t know he had a wife.”“He married recently.”“It’s been two days he is here and I still haven’t seen him.”Elena was intrigued by the two women’s gossip. She had no idea who they were talking about.The time after leaving Aslan had been dramatic. At first, she was scared, but then she knew she will have to move on. Returning to her blog was not a good idea. She had seen her picture across T
Author’s POV He woke up and found the bed empty as always. He changed into his clothes, took his wallet and got out of the room. Mike opened the car door and Aslan slid in. The drive to his penthouse was slow and he felt guilty as always. He knew very well that no woman was Elena, but he wanted to punish them. Because he needed to punish someone. Every night he felt like he would die. Her memories were killing him slowly. Why was she still troubling him? She was long gone. He should have forgotten her by now. But no. He was stuck on her. It’s like he was running in the same place for one and a half year. He wanted to move on sometimes, but then he would recall her beautiful eyes, and her flowing soft tendrils, and her soft moans under him, her parted lips, and her slender neck, the curve of her belly, and her precious globes, and he knew he will never move on from her. It’s not just her body but the feel of her when she was beside him, he felt like he could win the world. She had b
Elena’s POVWas she scared? No, she was terrified. It had been more than 15 days and she was here, in this small motel. Since the night Elle had knocked on her door, she had been here, alone, locked in a room, and never even dared to peek out. What if anyone recognizes her? No, she couldn’t take the risk.She took the last bite of pizza she had ordered and gulped it with coke. She was eating but without taste, sleeping, with nothing but terror, watching, without seeing. She was just living. She laid down on the small bed and looked at the TV. Nothing was getting her interest. She opened up the laptop and looked for news on Ian.It was his last day of shooting. He was about to leave for his home after this. “Me and my wife can’t wait to get back to our second honeymoon sooner”, he had spoken in his parting remarks in the interview.Elena sighed. They were going, Good.She lied down and looked at the ceiling.She had run away from Aslan for her freedom, but was she free? She knew he won
Elena’s POVShe trembled in fear as he pounced on her and had her neck in his iron grip in a second. Her eyes collided with his brown ones which were spitting fire.“Where the hell were you?” Derek spat at her face.“I…I…” Elena muttered, a little bit relieved that it was only Derek, not Aslan.“I fucking went mad. You know that?”“I.. leave me…” And he came out of his trance. His eyes travelled to her neck and he loosened his grip which he was holding as if wanted to strangle her. She took a deep breath and then straightened herself against the door.“What are you doing here?” She asked.“Where were you?” He asked her instead of answering question.“I was hiding.”“Where did you hide?”“No, I answered you. Now you answer me.”He took a threatening step towards her, but she had nowhere to go. He invaded her personal space, but she held her head high. He looked into her eyes for more than five minutes and then relented as she was not going to lose this battle of eyes. “I saw the news o
Elena’s POV Elena was stunned and scared after the events from last night and from what Derek had said. When Elena was young, she was never interested in men. It’s not like she didn’t want love, she did. But she was always waiting for an ideal man. One like Jim. She still wondered what she found in John that she married him. But since the day she had been with Aslan, it’s like she was a magnet for men. Whether it was at the parties, events, or anywhere, men will gawk at her. Did they think she was wealthy or they just thought that because she was with Aslan she was nothing but a whore? She didn’t know, but why Derek was attracted to her was a question. She was living like a nanny here. Changing her appearance had the sole reason that she didn’t want attention. No one would like a woman who had no money and was leading a solitary life dressed in a burlap sack. But Derek had scared her last night. What if he comes back? She thought about Aslan. God knows why, but she couldn’t stop th
Author’s POVShe wiped the lone tear and looked down at Colt.Colt was looking at her with a pout. “Did I make you cry?” He asked in his baby voice and Elena hugged him tighter. She tried to compose herself and looked at him after wiping her tears.“You can never make me cry. You always make me happy.” She spoke and summoned him and Elle in. The baked bread was lying on the countertop. Elena had laid a cube of bitter on it which was slowly melting. The waft of fresh bread was filling the kitchen.“Wow, You made the bread.”Colt ran to it, and Elena ran after him. “Careful, it’s just been out of the oven.” She took him up in her arms and made him sit on the small chair she had gotten for him.Elle looked around. The place was simple, cozy, and nice. There was not a hint of any extravagance in it. The children’s book was lying on top of the table, and she smiled looking at the romance novels.She had a fair idea what Elena must be thinking. But she was here out of curiosity and nothing
Elena’s POVIt had been two days since Elle’s visit and Elena was quite disturbed. She didn’t know if she was right or wrong. Elle has been a good friend and even though she was here, she was here for Elena and not Aslan. But Elena’s past had taught her something. She could never trust anyone. She was wary of Elle, who had been nothing but kind to her in the past.Life had done wrong by Elena. The desire for a perfect family had led her to believe that she was supposed to sacrifice and do whatever she could, but it was not true. It takes two to make a family, to build trust, and then establish the monument of a family for a lifetime. Both John and Aslan failed her in this department. Both of them were douchebags. The worst part was that she had forgiven John, but she was finding it hard to forgive Aslan, because somewhere along the line, she had started beliving him. She had believed that he will change, that maybe he loved her, and she could do the same. But alas! Men are nothign but