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ELENA'S POINT OF VIEWKing Ryder had yet to call me and it had been two days since then. I don't know why, but a part of me had thought he would call to say thank you after my conversation with his little sister. I guess that wouldn't be happening anytime soon or forever."Mind telling me what's bothering you?" Pablo leaned forward from across the bar. "You've been staring at your glass for quite some time."I swirled the drink in my glass. "I don't really know."He nodded his head. "Is it Alistair? Has he contacted you in any way?""Yes." I said. "I received a mail the other day and in it were pictures we had taken back in New Jersey.""And?" He gestured for me to continue."My best friend saw it."Pablo gasped and blinked severally. "The photographer girl saw them? You must be in trouble now." He shook his head, looking at me with pity. "Does she hate you and never wants to see your face?""Fortunately, I was able to lie to her. I told her the woman in the picture was Andrea and she
ELENA'S POINT OF VIEWMy best friend was sprawled out on the floor in front of my apartment, sleeping. Had she slept here last night?"Quinn?" I prodded her awake. "Get up."She stirred in her sleep and mumbled a string of curses before going silent. This woman."Fire!" I suddenly screamed and she jolted awake, looking around with fear-filled eyes. When her eyes landed on me, she visibly relaxed."You finally decided to come home." She sat up. "Where were you last night? I came out because you said you were on your way to my place. What happened?"I smiled sheepishly. "You know how it is when I get drunk." I put in my passcode and went in. She followed behind me. "I might have been somewhere far away from your house when I made the call.""Whatever. Go shower, you stink. I'll make you coffee." She made a beeline for the kitchen."No need." I said. "I've had breakfast."She turned around with a raised brow, a hand to her waist. "You've had breakfast?""Yes." I answered, heading for my
THEO'S POINT OF VIEWWhen Elena showed up at the door, to say I was surprised was an understatement. Who invited her to the palace? She was wearing a green shirt, black trouser and white sneakers. Her hair was in a ponytail. If she was some other person, I would say she was beautiful or even try to flirt. I couldn't dare do that with her. I did not trust her."How can I help you?" I asked, blocking the entrance with my body."Hello to you too." Her tone was sarcastic. "Where's your boss?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. It was clear she didn't really like me. The feeling was mutual."You meant your boss, right?" I eyed her from head to foot. "And he's not home.""Who's not home?"All the color in my face must have drained because the witch had a triumphant smile on her face when she saw Ryder amber towards us. I moved out of the way so he could see the annoying woman."Good afternoon, Sir." She greeted, still smiling. I wanted to wipe that smile off her lips."Good aftern
ELENA'S POINT OF VIEWTruth be told, it wasn't much fun to talk about Andre. I missed him a lot and at the same time; I didn't want to see him. I didn't want him to see how much of a disgrace I was. A family shame and an embarrassment to the Garner family. So, when Mirabel asked if I had a brother, I told the truth. I wanted to say I have a brother. To say I had a family. Even though he was thousands of miles away from me, he was still my family.We had lunch in silence; a comfortable one. It was hard to talk about Andre to them, but it made me feel better. It was a reminder that I had a reason to fight Alistair. If I could somehow get rid of that monster, then my life would be smooth sailing. It would be easy to try to get in contact with my brother.My phone vibrated on the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. I had a text message. Ryder and Mirabel paid no attention to me as I picked up the phone and read the text. They also didn't pay any attention when my breath seized and when m
ELENA'S POINT OF VIEWI shut the car door and made my way to the club entrance. There was a bright Neon sign that had J&K written boldly on it. Two armed men stood guard, keeping unwanted people from going in. I just prayed they wouldn't shoot me on the spot. They were terrifying."Hey, miss." One of the men called for me as I got closer. "Are you coming in or what?"I clutched my bag tightly and walked up to them. "I am. Where's the basement?"The two men looked at each other before one spoke. "Basement?" He asked."Yes." I confirmed. "Where is it?""What's your name?" The bulkier of the two questioned."Elena Greene.""Took you time to get here." He whipped around and went into the club, gesturing for me to follow behind him.Surprisingly, the nightclub was completely empty. The man stopped to point at a door in the furthest corner of the room."Go in there." He faced me. "And for your sake, I hope you didn't come with the police or anything that could tick him off."With that, he w
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW People thought I’d gone mad because they hadn’t a clue what I was going through. The pain, the suffering, and the longing. Every night I would sleep alone, something I never did when Isabella was alive. Sometimes when I had nightmares, she’d hold me close and remind me she was here and wasn’t going to ever leave me. Now, she was far away from me and I could never have her back.The cool night breeze pushed my hair to the side as I looked up at the warm glow that was the moon, that was always in synchrony with her companions. Staring at it reminded me of a mother singing a soft lullaby to ease her child’s heart. I needed the peace I had under the white-gold moon.“Are you watching me?” I let out a pained laugh as tears stung my eyes. “Can you see me from where you are?”No response.“I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I c
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEWTwenty minutes earlier.Mr. Brad got down from his car and walked over to mine. He asked us to be extremely quiet and not do anything that would draw attention to us. Even the cops had turned off their sirens and parked a little farther away from the warehouse. Some of the police had surrounded the warehouse as stealthily as they could.We followed the police officers and hid behind old goods and heavy machines. The place was dusty and dimly lit. The only source of light was the man’s torch and Mr. Brad’s. From where I stood, I couldn’t quite make out the man’s face, but I could tell he was tall and lanky.“Hey, did you come alone like I asked?” The man scanned the warehouse. “If not…” He lifted the hem of his shirt, showing Mr. Brad a gun.“Calm down. I came alone.” Mr. Brad assured him. “So, let’s get down to the main thing, shall we?”“Go ahead, investigator.”“Well, let me ask you this. Did you go to Oahu beach on September 25th?”“Yes, I did.”“And did you s
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW I was furious.How could I have been so blind to the fact that Elena was not a good person? The accident was just enough proof, yet I failed to see it. She even had the audacity to kidnap my little sister. Until now, we did not know where she could have taken Mirabel to, and it was killing me inside.“Have you found anything?” I approached the police chief and investigator.“No, Sir.” The police chief answered, “But I must ask this.”“Go ahead.”“How did you meet this Elena? What is your relationship with her?”“We barely have any relationship. I first met Elena when she crashed my car and almost gave me a heart attack. It was later confirmed that it was indeed a brake fail, so I let her go. Some days later, I found out she was working at my company and then we exchanged numbers. Mostly because I felt guilty about dragging her to the police station when she was innocent. After my sister got shot, she called me while we were still in the hospital.” I b