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VINCE “Vince…”“Yes, Vince. That's my fucking name. What happened to my daughter, Elena?” I asked again. My tone was dry, resounding, and angry. Angrier when she struggled to get the explanations right. “She…I…we're not sure. It seems like allergies.”“Seems?” I couldn't believe my fucking ears. Is she being serious right now? “My daughter's lying lifeless, looking like a fucking mess, and you're not even sure what happened? Ain't you supposed to be her mother? A doctor too?”“Yes, I am. I'm her Mother and a doctor. But I'm freaking out too much, I can't risk it. We…we're waiting for Dr. Drake. He's yet to attend to her…”“Why the fuck didn't you call me?” “I…I…was gonna…”“When? After she dies? The fuck is wrong with you?!”“Vince…” Leonardo's pacifying voice behind me made me aware of his presence. But it didn't do shit to pacify me. “I…I…really was gonna call you. I was freaking out a lot. And…I wasn't sure how you'll take it.”“That wasn't for you to worry about. She's my daug

VINCE I watched as Miguel tied her up to a chair. They gagged her mouth, too, and she's been scowling at me. Something Anastasia would never do. It's been the most traumatic three years of my existence. And it's not just about Elena not being here with me. It's also about the fact that I shared my bedroom with a freak of nature. I've heard of dark magic. I've heard of how nasty they can be. I've heard tales of the wonders they do but I've never experienced it. Not this close. Until that morning I woke up with her by my side. The morning after Elena left. The same morning she could easily spot where Vanessa kept her favorite sheets. I would have easily brushed it off as a coincidence, but something irked me. I guessed that Vanessa had scouted her to come trick me. That was my genuine thought and suspicions, until I began noticing the freaky similarities of her mannerisms to Vanessa. So fucking identical, it left me shocked every damn time. Saying phrases that only Vanessa does. A

VINCE It's been years since I heard his voice. It's been so long, you'd think I'd get a bit more unaffected by it. But I guess time doesn't really heal all wounds. Or maybe mine ran a little too deep; it'd need more than time to heal. In a second, every hurt he caused me resurfaced in my heart. Flashes of all the times we argued, all the times I battered his face with my fists, all the times we yelled at each other flashed through my eyes. And of course, the moment I declared that he wasn't my son anymore echoed in my ears. It could be the father-son bond, because why else would my whole nervous system get all riled up from just his voice? “Trent.” Every bitterness I felt echoed in my voice. He laughed grimly, and that lit up some insane fireworks in my head. “Been so long, Father. Did you miss me?” He asked, with a throaty chuckle. “Do we have the kinda relationship that requires me to miss you?” “We don't? I think we do. You used to be my Father, after all.”I didn't miss the

ELENA The soft hue of light wafting through the blinds indicated it was already morning. Hours had passed and I didn't even notice. I was seated, holding Claire's hand and praying to the moon goddess all night. Not a wink of sleep; I stayed awake bawling my eyes out and muttering pleas to whichever deity cared enough to listen. My daughter's hands were beginning to feel lifeless. Her skin was getting paler. I'm not sure how much longer she can hold on. I fear she might be gone before Vince gets that antidote however he plans to. And if she leaves me, if she dîes, I might not know how to handle that pain. I might end up hating him for it and I don't want that. I don't want us to go through the traumatizing phase of hating and blaming each other again. I just wanna be happy and live with him and our daughter. That's all I want now, so please, save my daughter. Please keep her safe for us. For our love. For our sanity. Please. And of course, I didn't fail to pray for my family. Fat

VINCE “I'll count to 3. If you don't tell me the truth, you'll be a fucking barbecue for my men. They don't mind. They eat flesh, any flesh. They're almost barbarians at this point.”She began whimpering. I already lost my patience so the sound and sight of it was infuriating me even more. “3…”“Vince, c'mon. Maybe she's not lying.” Luke said but I didn't pay him any bit of attention. I'm the one who lived with this two-faced witch for two decades. If I can't tell when she's lying, then I'm the most idiotic man ever. “2…!”“Please…” she sobbed. “Vince, please, that's enough.” This time it was Richard. “Luke, go get me Miguel,” I said swiftly. “He has good grilling skills.”“Declan!” Vanessa blurted out, overshadowing my words. I froze. Did I hear that right? “Wait, what Declan?” Luke asked. I knew just one Declan. And to God, it's not him. I really do hope it's not him. “Declan…the rogue prince.”It is him. What in the actual ghost is happening right now?“Prince Declan?” Lu