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Nicholas’s Point Of ViewI had dreamed of this moment, of seeing the horror in her eyes when she realized the truth. But I had never expected it to feel this hollow.Elena stood before me, her face pale, lips slightly parted as she stared at me like I was a ghost. Her body trembled, not from the cold, but from the sheer shock of what she was seeing.I let her stare.Let her mind twist and turn, trying to make sense of what was happening.Then, finally, she whispered, “You’re… you’re alive.”I tilted my head. “Disappointed?”She flinched. “No! I... how? I saw you... ”“Die?” I finished for her. I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “Yeah. That was the plan.”Her brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”I stepped closer, watching her inch back against the wall, as if putting space between us would somehow shield her from the inevitable truth.“You want to know how I survived?” I said, my voice cool, measured. “Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”She swallowed hard, her h

Nicholas’s POVI stared out the window of the dimly lit office, watching the rain trickle down the glass. Each drop, like a tear of its own, fell to the earth, eventually joining the rest of the misery below. The city felt colder tonight, darker than usual. It wasn’t the weather... no, it was the storm brewing inside me. I could feel the weight of everything pressing down, suffocating me in a way that no amount of liquor or distractions could alleviate.Marco stood at the table across from me, his eyes glued to the monitor as he pulled up the latest intel on Alejandro’s movements. Every word he spoke was calculated, every gesture purposeful. This was necessary, and nothing... not even my tangled emotions.. could derail him from it. It was the only thing he knew how to focus on when it came to me, but tonight, something else was gnawing at him.He flipped through the files, not looking up as he spoke. "Alejandro's been busy. He's moving men into position, preparing his stronghold for t

Elena’s POVThe city lights blurred past the car window, neon streaks of red and blue casting fleeting shadows over my face. My hands rested on my lap, clenched together, the smooth fabric of my dress cool beneath my fingers. I could feel my heart pounding, a steady, insistent rhythm against my ribs. Nerves. Excitement. Dread.I had to do this.Marco, seated beside me in the driver's seat, glanced over. "You're awfully quiet," he remarked, his voice laced with something between curiosity and concern.I forced a small smirk, though my stomach was in knots. "Just mentally preparing myself to sell my soul."He huffed a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You're really going through with this, huh?"I turned to face him. "You thought I’d back out?"Marco kept his eyes on the road, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "No. But a part of me hoped you would."Silence stretched between us, heavy and unspoken.Backing out wasn’t an option. Not when Nicholas still saw me as a liabili

Elena’s POVThey say actions speak louder than words.If that’s true, then maybe... just maybe.. I can make him see me again.Because words don’t work.Not with Nicholas.Not anymore.He doesn’t hear me. He doesn’t even look at me.His silence is worse than his rage.I’d take the shouting, the accusations, the bitter words laced with anger. At least then, I’d know he feels something. But this? This void, this nothingness between us?It’s killing me.So I do the only thing I can.I prove myself.The morning air is crisp as I step into the kitchen, the scent of fresh bread and brewing coffee wrapping around me like a warm embrace. The staff, a mix of cooks and housekeepers, pause mid-task, their eyes widening in surprise as I roll up my sleeves."Miss Elena," an older woman, Maria, starts hesitantly, "what are you doing here?""I’m helping," I say simply, reaching for an apron.She exchanges a look with the others before laughing nervously. "That’s… not necessary. This is our job.""I w

Elena’s POVI had told myself I wouldn’t look back.Not at the city, not at the past, and especially not at him.But as I stepped out of the car and took in my surroundings, I realized how much I had underestimated the weight of my own emotions.The rest house was tucked away in the countryside, a stark contrast to the chaos I had left behind. It was a secluded sanctuary, surrounded by towering trees that swayed with the whisper of the wind. The air smelled clean, untouched by the scent of smoke, whiskey, or regret. The sky stretched endlessly above me, painted in deep shades of indigo as dusk settled in.For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.Marco shut the car door and turned to me, his sharp gaze assessing. “Not bad, huh?”I let out a small breath, nodding. “It’s… quiet.”“That’s the point,” he replied, motioning for me to follow him inside.The inside of the house was warm, but not in a way that felt welcoming, more like a place built for solitude. A hideout, not