LOGINLacy's POV
"I can't really take a break and it's my first day here?" I didn't know what was going on. Since I came here, everything had been off and weird.
Another crash. A snarl followed by shouts and slamming doors.
Was that a cue for me to step out too?
My body moves before my mind catches up. I stumble to the door, my fingers shaking as I yank it open. The hallway is dark and quiet. Something was definitely off.
Then, a scream pierces the air.
A woman's scream.
My stomach twists.
I take a hesitant step forward, peering around the corner when,
BANG!
The wall beside me explodes.
I scream, stumbling back as a huge figure barrels through the dust. My brain barely has time to register what's happening before a thick, meaty hand snatches my wrist.
"Got her."
A deathly scream leaves my throat.
The strange huge man laughs at my measly attempt to escape from him.
I kick, claw, and thrash, but the man is built like a damn wall. His grip is strong like a vice and I could barely move. I wrench my head up, my breath catching at the sight before me.
He wasn't alone.
More of them.
Bulky men with huge, broad shoulders and covered faces roam the halls. Bodies litter the floor, guards? Staff? I don't know. Blood pools beneath them, staining the expensive flooring.
Tears fall from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. What had I gotten myself into?
Oh, God.
I twist violently, but the man holding me just tightens his grip, yanking me close. His lips curl and his disgusting breath touches my face.
"She's a weak little thing. No wonder he chose her."
The others laugh at his lame attempt at a joke.I don't get a chance to ask what the hell he means.
Because at that moment, a low, rumbling growl shakes the entire damn house.
The hairs on my arms stand and my fear grows more.
And then...
I spot fur?
Something massive collides with my captor, sending him flying. I barely have time to register the movement before I'm tumbling backwards, landing hard on my hands and knees.
Pain flares up my wrists, but I barely feel it because–
Oh. My. God.
A monster stands before me.
"What... what is going on here" I screech out in fear. Was I dreaming, was I hallucinating?
A beast covered in jet-black fur and fangs glint in the dim light, a dark snarl rattling from its throat.
A... lycan?
No. No, this isn't real.
It can't be real; Lycans aren't real. It's all some made-up lie.
They're all lies!
This is some nightmare, some twisted hallucination.
The creature turns its head slightly, eyes locking onto mine. My breath catches. There's something terrifyingly intelligent in that gaze.
The bulky men scramble back, their cocky arrogance gone.
"Fuck. It's him."
The one that held on to me turns to the other.
"I thought you said you had him occupied enough for us to kill the human."The beast lunges.
I don't stay to watch.
I push myself to my feet and run.
I don't care where I'm going, I don't care what's happening... I just need to get away.
My breath comes in short gasps, my heart hammering against my ribs. I don't stop until I burst through the doors of the mansion and step outside, slamming the doors shut behind me.
I brace against them, sucking in air.
I'm shaking.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
What the hell was that?
I-I must have imagined it. Stress. Exhaustion. Maybe I hit my head-
The door behind me flies open, pushing me forward towards the grass.
I scream, stumbling back as he strides in.
Vincent.
Except... not the Vincent I met in the bar.
Not the cold, arrogant man who laid out his ridiculous rules just hours ago.
No, this Vincent is something else.
His chest rises and falls heavily, his muscles tense as sweat glistens on his skin. I am thankful that I have finally seen a familiar face, and a smile crawls up my face when I spot his nails.
Claws? They were long and covered in blood.
No, no, no...
I press myself against the wall. "What-" My voice comes out a breathless whisper. "What are you?"
Vincent tilts his head, watching me like I'm some amusing little thing. "That," he drawls, "is something you would have known... if you had read the contract."
My blood runs cold.
"What?"
He takes a slow step forward.
"You really are just a greedy little thing, aren't you?" His voice is mocking me, "You didn't even bother to read what you signed. Didn't care about the details, just the money."
I shake my head. No. No, that's not true. I-
My stomach twists.
I didn't read the damn thing.
I had skimmed it, sure. Not like I was going to actually go through pages of legal jargon. I thought it was just some ridiculous rich-man nonsense.
But he's serious.
And suddenly, it all clicks.
The whispers in the hallway. The way they called me human. The power radiating off Vincent's mother. The thing I just saw rip through those men like they were nothing.
"No." My voice shakes. "No, that's... that's impossible."
Vincent just smirks. "Welcome to your new world, wife."
I grip the ground, shaking my head. "You're lying. This...this is a sick joke."He laughs. He actually laughs.
"Oh, sweetheart." He steps closer, and suddenly, his hand is under my chin, tilting my face up.
"I don't need to lie. You belong to me now. And that means..." His smirk deepens, his thumb brushing against my jaw. "You belong to us."
I shove him away, my chest rising and falling in short, panicked breaths. "You deceitful monster."
His smirk vanishes.
He steps closer again, and this time, I sidestep him, and I run.
I don't stop until I'm back in the room, slamming the door shut.
My heart hammers against my ribs.
My hands are still trembling as I press them against the door, my mind racing.
I'm trapped.
Bound to something I don't understand.
And the worst part?
I signed up for it.
A sudden, sharp knock sounds against the wood.
I hold my breath hoping that whoever was there would go away.
Silence.
Then a deep, quiet voice.
"You're mine now, Lacy. Whether you like it or not. You were mine the minute you signed yourself off to be my wife."
"Get used to your new reality."
Zella's POV My diary! The one that has all the information about my past life. I had misplaced it when I became rich and finally moved out of the Midnight mansion into mine. I didn't think I would need any of the things I possessed in their mansion again so I left everything in that shallow room and moved into the mansion I bought. "What do you want to do with this tiny old book? I should trash it ma'am Zee.""No!, I mean no, I need it." I comport. "I have some important things documented in there and I have had a fruitless search for it. Sorry, I shouted at you. I didn't mean to." I apologize."It's nothing, Zee," My fist rolled beside me when she said my name that way, but I quickly masked my feelings. Calm down Zee, she can't know you're reborn. I tell myself. "Do you have other chores in the kitchen or any other part of the house? I need to read, we'll continue the unpacking after I'm done reading." "Yes, I was going to tell you that I'm to escort the madam later today to shop
Zella's POV The distraction in my way has been successfully eradicated—the guy who called himself Lucian. Since he already has a name that begins with an L, he should address himself as Lucifer. Because all men should be called that for their devilish behaviours. Whoever reinvented those creatures called males has done something wrong in the process. I'm sure God didn't create them to be so wicked. My destination? Back home. To reclaim what should have rightfully been mine in my past life, but my ignorance has made me lose it. "I hope you have been refreshed?" Valour says the moment I walk into the living room. He's in his usual spot in the living room—on his king-size chair, reading the fake news in the paper."I guess I am now Dad. Thanks for your concern." I bow my head slightly as I move closer to him, trying not to be too audible to attract the attention of Carina and her pathetic daughter. This is a rare opportunity that might not come for months—dad being alone in the sitting
Zella's POV Stepping out of the eatery, I see a familiar man in his late seventies in a posture that seems like he's about to collapse. "I have seen this man before. But where? Was it in my past life?" I say to myself. Right before my eyes, he collapses, and I quickly rush to his side. "Sir? Can you hear me? What happened?" No response. The old man is out. "Help! Help!" I call, but instead of passersby coming to help out, all I get from them is a snub. Some are even doing a video of the poor man. How can human beings be so cruel? Someone is dying and all that comes to their head is making a video of the scene? Right now, I don't know who else is sane in this so-called world. "Old one, can you hear me? Are you really down or pretending?" I look into his eyes and discover he was actually out. The clothes he is putting on signify him as a well-to-do person and not some old man who pretends to be sick to extort money from people. "He needs help! Someone please call an ambulance!" A
Zella's POV It was a small shoulder push from Lizzie. But I had to make it feel like she had done something more than that. In my previous life, Lizzie had done the same thing to me. But right now that I have the pretentious attention of my so-called parents, I have to make her pay for that day. This is nothing compared to how I planned to take my revenge on the Midnight family, but I have to make each of them pay for the littlest wrongs they've done to me. "What the hell just happened? You pushed your sister because of a mere cloth? When did you become so wicked Liz?" Dad's angry voice. I can tell from his countenance that he's angry for real, and the reason is not far-fetched. The force at which I rolled down the stairs and landed as if I had been seriously pushed by Liz, if I had sustained any injury that could cause any deformity which could stop me from marrying Dave, it would disturb their plans. "I didn't push her Dad, she's lying. She wants to paint.." "Then how come Ze
DAVE'S POV Did I hear her right? Did she just ask for the engagement to be called off? How dare she? Zella, or whatever her name is, called. Even when I was here in the first place to call off the engagement, she is in no position to. She took steps ahead of me. Only I have the right to cut off the engagement. This family are just so dumb and I don't blame them. I blame Grandma who couldn't match me with someone from the second family. She went ahead to match me with a member of the last family. And I blame Dad too, who decided to follow the old woman's decision blindly, claiming that these fools held the position of the second family, as at the time the pact was made. My coming here wasn't to acknowledge the Pact, but to officially cut off the engagement and offer Mr Valour a deal of a fake engagement between Zella and me while I flex with her little sister, who wants some attention. How dare she humiliate me in such a way? There's no way I'll agree to the nonsense she just spat.
Zella's POV Lizzie's room. The perfect place to carry out my plan right now. Lizzie's room is ten times bigger than mine, but how come I never noticed that in my previous life? I was raised by Grandma with so much contentment that I couldn't even differentiate the hatred from kindness. I have never thought of anyone hating me or suspected any strange moves around me.I guess that's why I was easily used and discarded. That will never happen again. I walk into Lizzie's closet, picking a very beautiful red flowery dress. The one she just bought. Mom bought the gown for her a few days back saying she was to wear it to our next school party. The gown is unapologetically beautiful and made with a very high-quality material. I slide it on without delay after having a nice bath in Lizzie's extravagant bathroom. I had lived this day, so I know Lizzie won't come anytime soon. The gown hugs my body perfectly even with my starved body. I'm not so conversant with makeup, but even the mirror a







