Eleanor’s POV With a pinch of pleasure with a little bit of madness inside my heart, I already forgave Mia. Perhaps, there are just difficulties in our life wherein we have no choice but to give up factors that are not worthy of giving up. In an understandable situation, I have already a permanent thought in my mind that her grandmother has a greater value than me. I mean, I am also a substantial person to Mia but the first rule is ‘family first’, especially with the type of family that Mia has. It will be so harsh for me to plant a hatred towards her. Her recent family problem and Mr. Enriquez’ manipulation are too much for her to consume. The important thing is, Mia has learned her lesson and hopes that she will never have the thought of reduplicating her past and diabolical action.I don’t even know how many times that became Zayn became a lifesaver not just to me, but also to Mia. I heard what he contributed to what Mia is going through at the moment. I was even surprised that h

Eleanor’s POV“Dylan!” I screamed the hell out after a realization inside my mind that he has already landed his chilling fist on Zayn’s face. The happening was not registered inside my mind that fast because I was not accepting the fact that it certainly happened. As a response from Zayn, he also clenched his fist and gave Dylan his worst smack. Until both of them are rolling on the ground, taking turns to give each other a blow and crack on each other’s body. I did not know what to do and my body did not create an immediate response to this certain happening, I am seeing drops of blood on the ground yet I could not step away or even move slightly to ask for help. My mind was suddenly emptied, witnessing them having a sparring match. To the extent, I am not feeling festive with the kind of attitude they are letting out at the moment. Until a few policemen noticed the war occurring in front of me and rushed toward Zayn and Dylan and pulled them away from each other. At first, two pol

Eleanor’s POVAs soon as I heard Bella’s surprising news, my emotions were cracking down, as well as my knees were shaking. Dylan’s judgment through his face makes me want to keep myself underground, not being seen by anyone, especially him and dad. We stared at each other for almost a minute, no one dared to say a word, just whispered of breath. My overstrung breath and his inquisitive one. “Hello, Dylan? Are you still here?” Bella caught our silent attention. “Did you double-check if that document really says well? Obviously, various people that also have tough connections desire to destroy the marriage that is about to happen. The date is coming near and maybe they have been working things on how to devastate us.” Pieces of doubt came out of Dylan’s lips. He is having a misbelief about Bella’s information. He might be considering the notion that I do not have the audacity to cause that kind of unease. “Even I was startled and shocked reading it. I felt like all our hard work va

Eleanor’s POVThe sensation of having the feeling of being apprehensive and frightened is concocting within and starting to play within my frame of mind. The idea of making Zayn and Dylan interact with each other is giving a feeling of being negatively ethical. Their sense of being humane is evaporating as their hot minds start to steam when they see each other’s faces.“Step back and back off, you are not the one who deserves to have a decision for her.” “Then who, Dylan? You who just got a few beers and shots before coming here?” “Stop, you might just trigger him,” I whispered to Zayn, at his back. “Where are you getting the audacity to protect her from me? I should be the one shielding her from you. I have the smallest idea of how you made her marry you, but there is one thing for sure, she was not in the right state of her mind. I may be the person who is slightly drunk here and probably the antagonistic person that both of you are pertaining to, but I still know hypothesize.”

Eleanor’s POVEvery step of the run that I and Dylan are making the action of anxiousness is present and gets harder and harder as the seconds increase over time. Short split seconds of our breath got in as we rushed towards my father’s office, hoping for a miracle situation not rooting out his presence and lively listening to Bella’s words. “Stop, we need to peek first.” After that quick run we made from a distance, Dylan brings an end and standstill. He leans forward, slowly, and tries to peek at the happening taking place inside. “Wait, I could not see your dad,” “Perhaps, his presence is missing. He is not here, obviously.” Dylan looked at me beside him with a surprised facial reaction. I refuse on ceasing his suggestion of having a glimpse of it first before fully showing ourselves. Anyways, as we felt a big relief, both of us officially entered the office.“Oh, hi! Nice seeing you Dylan and Eleanor. If you are sizing up Mr. Martin, he is still on a business call at the terra