When my uncles left the office, I paced back and forth in the room, unable to restrain the feeling of anxiousness coursing through me. Nothing was adding up, and everything wasn't making sense, and now that Uncle Miles was gone too and Aria and I got attacked yesterday, my feeling of fear was at maximum level. After walking about the room like some madman, I finally took a seat behind my desk and stared blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, my phone started vibrating, and I pulled it out of my coat pocket, staring at Aria's name blinking on the screen. Immediately, I answered the call and rested the phone against my ear, listening as she said, "Good morning, Mr. Ghost. Can you tell me why I woke up to an empty bed?" It took me a moment to process those words because, with everything that had happened, my mind was a bit disturbed. Letting out a sigh, I rested back on my seat and shut my eyes before mumbling, "I'm sorry. I had to get to the office and the news that I met here isn't go

Staring at Mr. Shadow, I didn't need to ask how they knew that Atlas and I were together. One billion dollars, of course, Jacob will sell me out for such an amount. No matter the years of memories we had shared for most of our careers at the organizations, money still beat that, and that's why it's the root of all evil. "Why are you not saying anything, Lilith?" Mr. Shadow asked, his face hardened into a frown. What was I supposed to say, lie about my relationship with Atlas in hopes that it would save me from getting kicked off the mission and possibly stop me from losing my job? Even if I cry a river of tears and Mr. Shadow somehow believes my lie, what would be my excuse for leaving the mission later on since Victor has already threatened me? At this point, I was trapped without any escape plan. I could not keep working on the mission or stay with Atlas because of Victor, and if I forced it and he told on me, the organization and Atlas would be at risk. My hands were tied, an

*********Atlas Pov******* After arriving at my room, all I felt was raw rage as I paced around the room. Then I stopped at my nightstand, picked up the lamb, and tossed it at my mirror, watching it smash into it, and the glass shattered into pieces. My heart hurt more than my anger would allow me to acknowledge. But I felt broken over the fact that happened to us. How can you go from loving to hating someone because the truth is that I don't know that Sensing the rise in my heartbeat, I grabbed my pillow off the bed, tossing it to relieve myself from the anger burning in me. But it only made me annoyed when it landed on the floor. After everything we have shared and been through, she lied to me and trampled on my emotions. Everything about her, including her name, was a lie. It felt frustrating to know that I was in love with a stranger all along. Even though that was our actual case, I thought that I knew her and that our feelings for each other were real. But just like everythi

Dragging his gaze away from me, Victor scratched his arm and mumbled, "What do you mean by how well do I know Aria? Wait, who is Lilith?" From his expression, I couldn't tell if he seriously didn't know her actual name, if that's her actual name, or if he was just trying to play dumb to through me off topics. Right now, I don't even know who I should be trusting because my entire life has been built on lies. "Aria, how well do you know her?" I repeated myself, holding back my anger. With his head stuck to the left, he kept himself from looking at me and said, "How should I know? You were the one who accepted her into this house, made her your bodyguard, and fell in love with her. I should be the one asking you that question." "Is that so," I mumbled, losing grip of my anger slowly. "Look at me, Victor!" For a moment, he didn't move. Then Victor gradually turned his head and faced me before mumbling, "What is this about, Atlas? I don't know Aria more than you do!" But he was no

As Altas and I sat at the table in the conference room, I kept my gaze directly at the wall clock, which shorthand rested at two, and the longhand was at twelve. So far, all I could think of was ways to fix the mess that has been made. I could try to run away and not look back, or I could help save his soul before he became another Mitch. Suddenly the conference door opened, and a guy walked in with a folder. After arriving at the company this morning, I have seen him a couple of times. "Boss, this is the report. I have to redo it like you ask." He said, staring nervously at Atlas. Since this morning, he had been on the edge, and I understood why he was, but his behavior was kind of pissing me off. With a stiff expression, Atlas took the document, scanned through it, and then threw it to the floor before angrily staring at the director of accounting "Do it again!" Atlas coldly stated. Frowning, I stared at those around the table, and all his employees immediately bent their hea