LOGINADELE'S POV
I spent most of my days under the care of Angel, I didn't want to believe he found out about my plans and at the same time it was also wise of me not to conclude he didn't. If there was anything I had learnt about him, it had to be how unpredictable he was. I watched him care for me with so much caution and couldn't help but wonder why he became that way towards me. It had been two weeks since the incident and Angel still wouldn't let me lift a thing myself, not that I hated it, I needed to leave the building, I needed to speak with Denver considering he must have been worried sick about me.
Angel handed my phone over to me the same day I woke up, he had put on an expressionless face, while doing so, one he always had on whenever he wasn't willing to diverge his emotions. I felt a need to ask if I had gotten a call or maybe a message but I decided to see for myself. They were on a quest to find o
ANGEL'S POVI scoffed lightly at my findings, Denver still thought of me like the villain and it all seemed like he was gonna go up to any level just to ruin me and the clan. The look on his eyes certainly were merciless, although I knew he got know chance against me, I still felt pity for him as I wondered what he must have gone through all this years to come up with the conclusion that revenge was what he needed to set himself free, how long might he have been on this. I heaved lightly as I picked up my mug and took a sip of my coffee, this certainly would go on longer than I had anticipated.“And what made you think I'm here for that?” I asked and Denver paused for a moment looking up at me. He didn't say a word for a long moment and I could assume he was coming up with some logical explanation to this all.
ANGEL'S POV I felt utterly restless from the moment Joe dropped those paper works on my desk. Hearing him speak and going through it showed he really had done an intense research and there was no room for doubting. It certainly was all fact. I stared into the papers for a long while, I specifically had my eyes on a family portrait, one of a happy looking couple with their little girl in the middle. One never would have assumed this would come down to a tragic end because of some mistake. I looked at the familiar looking face, the face of the man I had loathed for quite a while now and I couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt, the only person I felt indebted to at some point in my reign. We had searched briefly for the family of the deceased, but it seemed like they vanished into thin air, but now here they were, right in front of me. I ordered Joe to get him to meet me first thing the following morning, although I doubted he would be willing to, I had to see him at all costs. Once it
ERIC'S POVI was glad I hadn't left Dragovich's home when Yuri stormed into the clinic. I could tell from the look of his face and most importantly his eyes, that he was just off from a fierce argument or maybe a fight with someone within the four walls of the mansion. I had just gotten back from my meeting with Sergio Moretti where I had told him about the presence of a large number of Dragovich's extended family. He didn't seem so walked up about it and I guess I also shouldn't. He suggested it could be because of anything but it would be in our favor if they were here for some kind of leadership restructuring. I knew I needed to know more and maybe speak less. No way Yuri would give out relevant information to me if he sensed I was being nosey. I stood at a corner of the room, my head bowed to the ground as Yuri paced on and on in the room he then rested into a chair in exhaustion. He seemed lost in thought and I didn't know if the appropriate thing to do was to stand still or lea
ADELE'S POV The dining hall wasn't silent, especially due to the continuous rant of Miss Patricia. According to her, she preferred I call her aunt Patricia. The silent stare and cold gaze passed my way by everyone present made my skin crawl. Why the hell was Arina not present? Things certainly would have been less awkward in that situation.“So where are you from?” I heard the thick masculine voice who had his gaze fixed mostly on me since I arrived. The aged looking man certainly seemed like an enemy.“I'm from Houston,” I muttered out. He lifted up a brown and then made a slight sound with his throat.“Mmmmm,” He paused and looked back at Angel.“And your parents?” I wasn't expecting the question as I had a glass of water in my hands, ready to gulp into it. I put it down and funded with my fingers.“Same place,” He nodded I guess maybe in understanding and I hoped he wasn't gonna ask any further question.“I travel there mostly during winter, it's a lovely place to be,” I looked to
ADELE'S POV“Why the hell are you dragging me off?” I inquired of Angel in a low tone, but clear enough so he could hear. He wouldn't let go of my hands until we were right in front of my door. He pushed the door knob open and walked inside, still holding tightly to my hands. I groaned in frustration, I never locked my door whenever I went out, maybe Angel would have spoken to me by asking for the key once we got to the door, but I clearly was some careless fellow. He let go of my hands once he shut the door behind him and turned towards my direction.“What the hell do you think you are doing?” He asked, counting his words one after the other. I looked away from him, but said nothing in response, at least I now know the last thing Angel wanted of me was getting an inch close to his family. He had dragged me out from the sitting room after I kept pre
ANGEL'S POVI had a lot to do for the day, but I found myself worrying if Adele wasn't gonna drop by to get some clean clothes. Maybe I should call her, or maybe I should take breakfast to her at work. What if she slept for too long and hadn't gone to work, there was no way she had an alarm set for the following day at Camilla's place. I found myself pondering on those words after hearing her alarm ring. I found myself tapping my fingers on the screen of my tab, part of it was to restrict myself from calling her. I finally gave up, but chose some other method.As if Joe was aware of the reason why I had called him, he gave off a breakdown of what Adele had been up to for the morning.“She just arrived at her studio!” He began and I looked into my screen to confirm what time it was, it was unlike Adele to go late to her place of work.“And she stopped by at McDonald's to pick up breakfast!” I nodded in satisfaction as I heaved lightly. I spent the rest of my day putting a lot together







