DamianMy eyes scanned the warehouse once again, desperately searching for anything that could be used as a distraction, a way to turn the tables. That's when I saw it, a metal pipe, rusty and discarded, resting on one of the walls. It was a long shot considering the distance, and I wasn’t even sure if it would be strong enough to cause some damage, but it was the only thing that caught my eye.Of course, Preston was no fool. His gaze followed mine, and his eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it, Damian," he warned, his voice low. "You're not exactly in a position to be making any sudden moves."He took a step closer as he waved his gun in the air. "Remember, I'm the one with the gun. And one wrong move from you..."He didn't need to finish the sentence. I already knew what he was going to say. Mila's eyes were wide with fear, and I knew that Preston wouldn't hesitate to use her as leverage.I forced myself to relax, to look defeated. But my mind was racing, searching for a way out

Damian“Who are you? I don’t have time for games.” I asked roughly. I clearly didn’t have time to sit at tables and play pretend. "It's Eliana," the caller replied, her voice soft and hesitant.My grip on the phone tightened, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Eliana, as in my sister?I didn't think the day would come when she'd call me, and certainly not with a voice that still sounded like she was still a scared little girl."Eliana?" I repeated, my voice firm, trying to keep my emotions in check.Xavier raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in the room.“Are you okay?" I asked, my tone firm, trying to keep my distance.There was a pause, and for a moment, I wondered if she'd hung up.But then she spoke, her voice trembling. "Damian, I... I need your help." She replied.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. "Eliana, listen to me," I said, my voice softer now. "Where do you want to meet? I'll come to you." I asked.There was anothe

ElianaI watched Preston and Rostella from the balcony, the doctor cleaned her bloody thigh as she winced and hissed in pain. They both were unaware of my presence there and I was thankful for that. “I’ll kill the bastard myself if it’s the last thing I do!” Preston growled, pacing back and forth as he switched from one phone call to the other. I had already spoken with Damian and even though a part of me was scared to, a bigger part of me was grateful that I did. Ever since he kept insisting I was his sister, something in my head just couldn’t take him off of my mind. My heart stayed drawn to him and I couldn’t tell why. Rostella didn’t stop feeding me with all the horrible things he’s ever done, but all of that didn’t stop this urge to meet him and talk. Now seeing that Preston had kidnapped someone that seemed important to him, I knew this was my only chance to meet him. “Where did you keep Serena?” Rostella asked, amidst sobs and Preston pointed towards the locked door at th

Eliana I forced a smile as Rostella wrapped her arms around me, her apology muffled against my shoulder, sounding like she was forced. "I'm so sorry, Ana. This isn't how I actually am," she whispered, her voice filled with insincerity. Of course, she had to keep her silly act up.I patted her back, forced to play along. "It's okay, Ro. I understand. You were just stressed out." I replied.She pulled back, her smile plastered on her face like a mask. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. That maid is going to hear from me." She said firmly. I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. "I'm fine, really; you don't have to do anything to her." I knew I wouldn’t forgive myself if the poor maid got fired just for being loyal to her master instead of siding with a stranger. She didn’t deserve that.Rostella blinked at me, and with a final pat on my arm, she turned and left the room. The moment the door closed behind her, I dropped the act, my gaze swinging to the maid standing quietly by the tabl

Eliana“What are you doing?” I whispered, sweat pouring down my face. “Stop your many questions and just stay here.” She warned. “Unless you want your head hanging at the gate.” She wasn’t wrong, and I really had no other choice than to just sit there and wait. My head pounded, my heart raced. Just one misstep and I probably won’t be breathing anymore. As I sat on the floor, crouched at the corner of the room I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quick pulled it out and Damian’s name flashed on the screen. I couldn’t respond to him at this time because he’d get worried and probably decide to come down here. If he does, Rostella and Preston will definitely be convinced that I’m in contact with him. So I ignored the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket. “Where’s Eliana?” Preston’s voice thundered and silence followed. My eyes shot open and I stared at the maid beside me. “Please..” I muttered but she didn’t look like she wanted to rat me out. “Go and make sure she’s in