LOGINThird person's POV...Later that evening…The marine park buzzed with quiet activity. Tracy stood beside one of the water tanks, sleeves rolled up as she carefully cleaned the large glass surface after draining the water.Once she finished, she gently placed several small aquatic creatures back inside.The marine center was hosting a fundraiser that week. Their goal was to raise enough money to rescue more abandoned sea animals and provide shelter, food, and care for them.Tracy volunteered there whenever she could.“Excuse me, ma’am?”She turned.A small girl with pigtails stood behind her, looking up with wide hopeful eyes.“Yes, dear?” Tracy said with a warm smile.“Where can I get ice cream?”Tracy chuckled softly and pointed toward a colorful truck nearby.“See that truck over there? You can get whatever flavor you want.”The girl’s face lit up. “Thank you, ma’am!”“You’re welcome.”Tracy gently ruffled the girl’s hair as she ran off happily.She watched her run off before a fami
Third person's POV…Tracy froze the moment Adrian’s final words fell between them.“Don’t forget your contract… if you want to keep your journalism firm and Aria’s board.”The words echoed in her head like a slap.Slowly, she turned around.Her eyes met Adrian’s immediately, sharp and blazing with anger.“Are you trying to blackmail me now?” she asked coldly.Adrian didn’t respond. He simply stood there, watching her.Tracy took a step toward him.“Are you trying to use the contract against me now?” she continued, her voice rising. “The journalism firm… Aria’s board… is that your game now? You’re trying to tie me down with it?”Adrian didn't blink. He didn't offer a snarky comeback or a playful smirk. He simply stood there, his tall frame casting a long shadow over her."Answer me!" she snapped.“Tracy Bennett.” His voice was cold. So cold it made the air around them feel heavier.His eyes held no emotion at all. “You seem not to know your place anymore.”Tracy gasped.Her hand flew
Third person's POV…“Tracy! Wait, wait, wait! What… what did I just see? You coming down from a man’s car? Tell me everything! Who is he? Don’t miss a single detail. That car? Swoosh! So sleek, so luxurious!”Tracy rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips.“Mercy, seriously… just stop it,” she said, trying to brush her off.Mercy grabbed her hand and began dragging her toward the glass doors of the company. On the way, Mercy lifted Tracy’s hand, inspecting it like a jeweler examining a diamond.“Look at this,” Mercy gushed. “Look at how soft and expensive your hand looks now. Your skin is literally screaming ‘Billionaire Girlfriend.’ It’s glowing, Tracy!”Tracy forced a smile, feeling a flush of heat creep up her neck. “Just stop it, Mercy. You’re teasing me. I don’t like it”Once they reached the lounge, Mercy practically shoved Tracy into a plush chair and plopped down opposite her. “Now, spill. Everything. Don’t you dare give me the ‘I’m not in the moo
Third person's POV…The interior of the Lamborghini felt smaller than usual, and hot, despite the air conditioner. Adrian’s hands were clamped onto the steering wheel with such force that his veins popped against the back of his hands, thick cords of tension stretching up his forearms. His muscles flexed with restrained anger. His jaw was clenched as his eyes bore into the road ahead.She swallowed. “What are you going to do now?” she asked quietly.No response. She studied him harder.“What’s your plan now, since you know who kidnapped me?”His head turned sharply toward her, eyes dark.“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he said coldly. “I figured it out myself. I don’t owe you a rundown of what I’ll do next.”That did it. Her eyes flashed in anger.“What is wrong with you?” she snapped. “Since when did you become so invested in my business? This is my life. My work. Why are you suddenly so interested?”His laugh was dry. “You’re my fake fiancée. I’m not ready to announce your death a
Third person's POV... Tracy stood frozen outside her office gate, clutching her bag. The building was closed. It was late already and the streetlights flickered faintly.Did I really just get kidnapped? She asked herself as her hands trembled.What if they had killed her? What if…Her phone vibrated inside her bag. She reached for it and brought it out.Adrian. She answered immediately.“Where have you been?” his voice came out sharp. “Where was your phone? I’ve been calling you for hours. What happened?”“Come to the company,” she said quietly. “You’ll see me in front.”“I’m on my way.” he replied urgently and ended the call.She leaned against the closed gate, staring blankly ahead.Minutes later, a black Lamborghini roared into view and stopped abruptly in front of her. Before the engine stopped, he jumped out of the car, frantic.“What happened? Tracy, what happened?” he asked as he came closer to her.She shook her head slowly. “I don’t have the mental capacity to talk about it.
Third person's POV…The room was dimly lit with a single bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly, casting restless shadows against cracked concrete walls.Tracy was tied to a metallic chair. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back. Thick ropes cut into her skin. Her ankles were secured to the chair legs. A cloth was stuffed into her mouth and taped over.A bucket of water was splashed on her and she jerked violently, gasping for air, her eyes snapping open.For a second, everything was blurry. She looked around, observing her strange environment.Where am I?Her breathing quickened as she struggled against the restraints. The cold metal beneath her sent a chill through her body.What am I doing here? Her vision slowly adjusted.Three of them. They were each putting on black hats and black clothes from head to toe, with a black face mask.Her heart pounded erratically in her chest. What was this about? She asked herself.The door creaked open and another figure stepped in. E
Darren's POV…The last thing I remembered was when I was asking an old couple in Scotland for St Patrick's hospital, where I was told Alina was at.Now, I opened my eyes to see myself in the hospital. I was looking for Alina in the hospital and now, I'm at the hospital. I tried to sit up, but I c
Third person's POV…Aria sat on a chair, tapping her foot to the rhythm of the song playing from the MP3 on the table. She had a cigarette in hand and the smoke rose from the tip of the cigarette. On the table lay more sticks of unused cigarettes and bottles of strong alcoholic drinks, both drank
Third person's POV…The next morning…“Hey babe” Darren touched Alina softly. She was still in bed while he had already gotten up and prepared breakfast for them. “Hmm” she stirred and turned her face away from the rays of light that was penetrating the room, squinting her eyes in the process. “W
Third person's POV… “Alina” Darren called and observed how she froze on the spot. Alina turned immediately and looked at him. Her eyes were opened wide like she was in shock or maybe surprise. “Darren?” She murmured. She didn't know if he was right there in front of her or her eyes were playing t







