ALICE'S POV Standing in front of my father's hospital room, I stared at the door blankly. I was unable to even blink my eyes. Dad asked Ace to bring Alice as soon as he woke up. This was giving me chills. A lump was stuck in my throat, refusing to go down. I felt hurt, confused, disbelief, angry, happy...Overwhelmed. I had not decided if this was a good thing or a bad thing yet. What if he called me here to tell me that I was not his daughter all over again? I knew now. I knew everything so I did not need him to tell me this fact again and again. I was tired of it. He was my father and I would not have it any other way, no matter how hard Michelle Anderson tries to get rid of me. Heaving a heavy breath to fill my burning lungs with much needed oxygen, I was about to slide the door open when the door opened on its own. Surprised, I looked forward and found Mom staring back at me. Seeing her here,

ALICE'S POV My father died earlier today and I left the only man who was able to reach out to me in all my weakest moments. How did it feel to be honest? Cold. One word was enough to explain all my emotions right now. I was sitting on the footpath. Yeah. Once again. I might have developed an obsession with running away from everyone and then ending up in the middle of nowhere. Sitting on the footpath of a road that looked like something out of a horror movie, I stared at the stars. I never liked to gaze at stars actually. Not until my father took our family to picnics when I was little. He would make me and Ace gaze at the stars along with him and Mom. He liked it. Gazing at the stars was just a way to feel connected to those ecstatic memories. I had never accepted this fact until now. Sighing, I looked down at my hands. I could still sense the feel of my father's cold and Damie

ALICE'S POV A week passed. A week of feeling the same coldness creeping inside my hollow heart. That day at the funeral when I told Mom about how I was Damien's Mistress, she did not say anything. It was shocking. She just turned on her silent mode. It really turned off my mood though. She was supposed to scream and cause a scene and I was supposed to tell her about Jonas Lincoln, but she never did that. She kept watching me with those tears-filled hurt eyes, just like Ace did. Strange. They behaved really strange. A week and I had already settled in Lincoln Villa. Jonas Lincoln was hardly home, but whenever he was, he came to me and tried to talk. I ended up answering him in short yes or no though. I was getting bored today. Really - Really bored. It was like I needed to be on my feet all the time. I needed to be doing something all the time. I needed to be busy. Because when my mind was empty, memories starte

ALICE'S POV Rick was becoming my favorite prey so far. Gullibe and easy to fool. I was dead drunk so my mind was jiggly, but even in this state... I knew when Rick approached me. I knew that Hayes and Madison were talking. I knew that Hayes was keeping an eye on me. I knew when Rick called me ' Kitten ' and it forced all memories to resurface. I knew when he touched my waist and I smiled at him, assuring him that I would not scream at his touch this time. I knew when I made him think that I was into this willingly now. And admist all of this... I also knew what I was going to do to him. I wondered about the thing Rick might care about, when I was coming here with Hayes. And one thing came to my mind. Reputation. Rich and respected - feared people like him, cared too much about their good reputation. Whatever they did behind the curtains, they never

ALICE'S POV When I got too bored, I decided to take a shower. Removing my clothes, I turned on the shower and stood under the cold water to calm myself down I wonder if Jonas Lincoln was looking for me... The chain of my thoughts broke when the door to the bathroom was pushed open. I turned to face the door, while still standing under the shower. Damien. He was standing with his back against the door, wearing a white button up shirt and black pants. The tie and coat was gone. Pursing my lips, I glared hard at him. I wish I could drill holes with my eyes. He would be dead by now and all problems would have been solved. His steely grey orbs traced the outline of my body, before coming up to rest on my eyes leisurely. Turning off the shower, I stepped out and grabbed the towel to wrap it around my body. “ You locked me in this room. ” I deadpanned and walked closer to him, after securing the towel