Why Wasn't Audrey In Descendants 2 Novels & Stories

she said cautiously. She pulled herself up and sat back against the headboard. Caspian followed suit and sat next to her while Killian was sitting in front of her. “What is it?” Killian asked. Audrey took a deep breath and started speaking. “Last year, my dad got a heart attack and he decided to make a deal with me. He said I would inherit and run the Huntington Empire as long as I will marry someone of his standard. He gave me a year to find someone, but since I chose to spend the year doing this with you two instead, now the time is up. I'll have to find a potential husband as soon as possible if I still want to be a part of the Huntington empire. So, that was why my dad set me up with Ant

Audrey was confused as to what to do. Her mother told her her magic would open the tomb but it didn't. Audrey took a deep breath and tried again but this time something beeped green like one of a lock, had been unlocked. Leaving one more. "Your mom never mentioned anything about a sequential lock? How are we going to figure the next code?" Adrian asked "Wait what's this?" Audrey said touching it and immediately she could see her blood flowing into the tomb.

I looked at the screen and displayed on it was the mansion call line. I answered it. "Sir Jayden, there's a problem. Mrs Audrey has escaped the mansion." a feminine voice erupted from the speaker. What? "How the hell did she leave the house?" "I...I don't know sir. I only noticed she was gone when I went to give her lunch in her bedroom."The maid, explained. I was furious and the maid was helping matters, she had no answers to my questions. I ended the call. Dialing the line of the top guard in the mansion. He picked up after two ring.

He nodded. “She made sure the child got away safely, and since that time no one has ever been able to find any of her descendants, but not for lack of trying. Many want the curse reversed after all. But you” he paused, looking for the right words. “You know of her, without us telling you; you see her, and you have her silver hair. I’m betting you are a lost descendant.” Oh. Oh. Shit. So what did that mean then, were my parents also her descendants? Did they even know? My world was getting shaken up like a bad bag of shake and bake and I was less than thrilled.

I just stared at her. She cleared her throat. “Right. Proper introduction. I’m Audrey Dawson, twenty-three, heiress to the Dawson estate, and I have—let’s call it—an inconvenient amount of enemies. My uncles and aunties murdered my parents and are waiting for me to die so they can take everything, which is rude and inconvenient. So I need revenge. Also protection. Also someone who can rip people in half—which you seem very good at.” I blinked once. She kept going. “And before you tell me to go to the police, I already tried that. They’re useless. Or paid off. Or incompetent. Possibly all three. I need someone no one can bribe,” she gestured to the bodies, “so… you.”

“How??” He shook his head. “who am I kidding, with everything she had gone through? It makes perfect sense. But what does it get to do with me??” He sounded so worried, it felt strange. He has never cared for any of his breeders like this before. He usually never intervened in matters that had to deal with their personal lives which was how he created the reputation he currently had right now. We both turned towards the stars in time to see Audrey take her final step out into the open. She descended from the three-step staircase that led from the high floor from the bedrooms to the living room area.

“Audrey, dad and mom want you at home.” Audrey's face relaxed into a gentle smile. “I'm definitely coming back home once I'm discharged.” Happiness danced in their eyes as they exchanged glances. Alex felt proud of himself....his idea finally worked out. He was the one who'd suggested the message Audrey got about Thomas wanting her for her inheritance. “Lucas didn't come with you?” Audrey glanced around. The brothers' smiles widened. She'd never wanted to hear Lucas' name, but now she was asking about him.

“Anthony, see those scars on my hand, the scars that refused to let me wear an open dress. Father had inflicted them on me and also her and perhaps mother too. Life is truly a bastard. ” “Now, with your words, I am seriously curious to know what you two had chatted about. I need to know, please ” He chased after her inside the hall. .................. In the He's mansion. Audrey smiled as she stepped into her mansion for the first time after her fake death. The mansion looked exactly the same like it had not changed the entire time she was gone. Her mission her was to see her dad and perhaps Miles, however, it was only Miles that was present and he seemed angry from the way he sat down.

“She’s at Michael’s place.” Both my parents paused immediately and exchanged surprised looks. “Michael?” my father repeated slowly as if making sure he heard correctly. Kevin nodded confidently. “But Audrey was supposed to return to her own mansion,” my father said with confusion clearly written across his face. Hearing that statement made Kevin uncross his legs and stand up completely. “No, Dad,” he said seriously. “Audrey isn’t supposed to stay alone in that mansion right now.” “Why not?” my father asked. Kevin sighed softly before answering. “Because she needs someone who can genuinely take care of her. You and Mum clearly aren’t planning on babysitting her every single day, and honestly,

His face was completely devoid of emotion. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” Mr. Audrey bows again and He scoffed. “I want the throne,” he went straight to the point, and mr Audrey gulped down nothing. “You can't have it,” he replies firmly. His eyes fixed on that of Axel’s, Anger evident in Axel's eyes as those words made their way out of mr Audrey's wall. “Why.” his hands were held in a very tight fist, his eyes devouring Audrey angrily. “There is a descendant already,” he replies yet again and, Axel bit on his lips trying to suppress the burning anger that was raging at all over of his body, he could taste his blood from how hard his teeth was holding onto his teeth.