Semua Bab The Vow I Never Took: Bab 101 - Bab 108

Lena POV“You're finished? Don't have anything more to say?” Sybil makes a disappointed tsking sound. “You were beginning to entertain me. All that crying though. Whew! I thought it wouldn't end.”This fucking bitch.I don't respond to her taunts. My jaws are locked in rage, and the only reason I haven't tried my best to attack her is because I know that that's what she's waiting for. If I do that, she's going to make me regret it. So I wait her out.She doesn't say or do anything for a long time, and the worry begins to set in. Has she left? I realise with a disgusted feeling that I'd hate it if she left without saying one more word to me. I already know I hate this woman, but with my eyes covered, mouth gagged, and hands bound, she's the only contact I have to the world outside of me. Twenty more minutes pass, and I feel like screaming. But I don't. Since the time I was captured, Sybil has been here. And that time was far longer than the time th

Lena POV For several minutes, I am completely unable to speak, my mind reeling. How on earth did this happen? Who are these people? Sybil lets out a light, mocking titter, obviously savoring the shock frozen on my face. She pounds a fist twice against the wall of the van, and the engine roars back to life. We pull away, and through the doors, I see the familiar glass facade of my company building. It’s the last piece of my normal world I see before it vanishes around a corner. The sight feels like a physical punch, a direct representation of my safety being ripped away. The van soon jolts to a final stop inside a cold, concrete underground garage. Sybil is moving before the engine dies, climbing out with a casual grace. She leans to the side, stretching and popping her back. She turns a mocking smile on me, and a fresh wave of anger cuts through my fear. I’m beginning to think I truly hate this woman. She claims she’s only doing this for

Lena POV After the first hour, I realise that no matter how good a room looks, a prison is still a prison. I feel like a rat in a cage, and it's about to drive me crazy. The ceiling to floor windows are a cruel deception. I have the entire skyline to myself, yet it's useless to me because I can't leave. The glass is cold and unyielding under my palm, a solid barrier disguised as an open vista. I spend the next thirty minutes conducting a systematic inventory of the room's contents. My fingers trace the spines of the books on the shelf; a mix of classic literature and modern fiction, some I recognise, some I don't.I pull a few out—a pristine copy of 1984, which feels a little too on the nose, and a thriller I’ve never heard of—flip through the pages, and slot them back in a different order. It’s a small, pointless act of defiance, a way to prove I can still exert some control over my environment. I don't have a doubt that I'm being watched. My bet is that there's

Sebastian POVI don't think I've ever been this angry in my entire life. I tighten my grip around the phone until it groans against my ear. Rage twists inside of me, and veins bulge against the skin of my forehead. I'm standing in my main office at the highest floor of my building. The windows open to a panoramic view of Manhattan. Glittering towers claw at the sky, fingers of steel and glass. The sky is a deep blue, the sun a paint stain against its fabric. I hate it. How could everything have gone so wrong?My plan was perfect! Every piece perfectly placed. The Troy virus I'd uploaded to the company's database was supposed to be my ace card. The team I hired to retrieve Nathan claimed they were professionals, and I believed them. I paid out of my nose to hire their services. They promised me discretion. They promised me results. And now? Nathan is free. The cops have turned against me. Everything has fallen apart.