Eleanor’s POVOf course, I still did not stop myself from meeting Zayn because we need to do things fast and silently, now that Dylan is being stressed from my mess. I could not blame him because I know that he expected us to be loyal and constant with each other since we are each other’s fiancé. At first, I felt mad at him but as soon as time goes, I am realizing that maybe his feelings are just hurt which is why I feel like I need to cope with him. He really can’t see me with Zayn. Besides, what I am doing is purely for him, for us to be married at the right time without any complications.“Why did you decide to let us meet in a place where no one could ever see us?” Mia asked me while she sets up everything. What we are planning to portray is infidelity. Zayn will act as if he is romantically texting someone while we are married. I made him the bad guy for once because, for the past acts that we did, I already pitied myself.“No one should see me and Zayn first for the meantime, or

Eleanor’s POVAlmost two weeks have passed already since Dylan’s accident. We stayed at the hospital for a week, and he had complete bed rest for another week at their house. Staying at the hospital for that long is no joke, especially for a person like me who is quite allergic to that kind of establishment. I am sick of seeing them injecting something into Dylan or simply removing his stitches that they made days ago. I just could not tend to look at blood for that long.Dylan even noticed that I am having a hard time sleeping which was why he requested another bed beside him even if I am not a patient. The hospital agreed to it since Dylan is willing to add any charges. I just find him sweet suggesting that. He does not just think about himself, but also the person who is sacrificing time to watch over him.Dylan shared with me that Zayn went to the hospital to visit him and said some words to him. I never expected for Zayn to do such action, to be humble and make his pride low in o

Eleanor’s POVAs an open opportunity, the unpleasant leader has an imminent chance to get near him and is about to inject something, but Zayn bit his hand which made him react and suspend his action, “What the hell?!” He screams and focuses on his bleeding hand.The syringe fell to the ground. Zayn attempts to grab it using his mouth while the sparkplug leader is screaming in pain. At an unfortunate moment, he noticed Zayn which made me scream at the topmost part of my lungs, “Zayn! He is thrusting out to get it also!” It made them synchronously move in motion until both of them are reaching for it, expeditiously.Because of Zayn’s speedy movements, he was the first one to reach it and pierced right away to the bad guy’s limb, specifically his leg. From then, he begins to freeze and lose control of himself like what he has done to us, those ones he kidnapped.“You are not seriously doing this to me right now! Every privation that I sacrificed to build all of this is now wasted! No, I

Eleanor’s POV“Gladly, I have great control over the operation and I, with my medical team successfully detached the two bullets and meticulously checked if there were left chemicals of wolf bane invading his other organs and luckily, nothing was captured. The blood was also adequate, and I believe, it will help him with his convalescence.” Dr. Enriquez explained to me. As soon as I heard the good news from him, no one could explain how carefree my feelings are.“What a relief.” I sighed. Howsoever, I feel amazingly pleased hearing about his life getting far from his deathbed. He should not be in the jaws of death or else, I will have a lot of problems regarding my marriage, and I will be carrying along the conscience of thinking that I am the reason for his demise.“He’ll be waking up at any time by now. Just a reminder, he should not eat any solid food first. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are still other patients waiting for my arrival.” I genuinely thanked him before he exits fro

Eleanor’s POV As I move forward in my life, I can say that I am perfectly alright. Dylan's absolutely astounding surprise compensated for a substantial chunk of my psychological anguish. Anyway, I should quit worrying about that great nightmare and, as I keep saying, move on, look forward, and take a glance at the beautiful parts of life. Our lives resumed their normal course following that day when I received a hologram of the image of my mother. Until now, I feel a great stimulation inside me to have a view of it at any chance that I get to my room. I simply landed the hologram on the floor, beside my table so that every time that I will miss her, she just feels a button away. I gleefully showed it to dad when I arrived home that day and he was totally surprised. We almost had the same reaction. He even inquired Dylan where did he get that remarkable and extraordinary thing. Speaking of dad, he recommended a lovely wedding planner. He did mention that she is outstanding at strateg