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the faces I never expected to see
Author: Aniela
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Nathan’s P.O.V. (Continued)

There was a small barred opening near the ceiling, but it was too high to reach, and the weak light filtering through it barely illuminated the room.

My father called it a place for correcting disobedient children.

I called it his private torture chamber.

It was where he had sent me whenever I embarrassed him, questioned his authority, or refused to obey one of his unreasonable demands.

I had spent nights in this cell, crying until my throat hurt and promising myself
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  • he asked me a promise

    Nathan’s P.O.V. (Continued)I kept my voice as low as possible, fearing that those guards would listen to us, and would do something to him."Then I suppose we should avoid letting him find me." He said lazily and then looked behind him.His expression suggested that he had already considered every possible complication and found none of them particularly interesting.“Are you crazy? Go away. Now.” I yelled at him through my teeth.“Don’t let them find you. Go.” I urged when he didn’t move.“You want me to go back?” he asked amusedly, infuriating me more.“Of course, stupid. Who asked you to take this risk? Go now. Save your life.” I was breathing heavily, fear and exhaustion now fogging my mind.Instead of listening to me, he walked to me.He crouched beside me, his smile softening slightly.It was then that I saw his face clearly.Every feature was same….Except that he looked years older than I saw him last night.“You….” I gasped, my eyes widened in terror.“You are not him.”He g

  • how is he here

    Nathan’s P.O.V. (Continued)I needed to get out.Somehow.I couldn't remain here and hope that my father would suddenly develop a conscience.The man had already ordered the guards to deny me water and medical treatment.He had made it abundantly clear that my suffering meant nothing to him as long as he got what he wanted.And if the situation became desperate enough, I couldn't be certain what he would do.The financial investigation was already moving forward.If the news had reached the authorities, then every passing hour could make his position more precarious.He was running out of time.Which meant I was running out of time, too.I tried moving my hands, hoping to find enough slack in the restraints to work the rope loose.Pain immediately flared across my shoulders.I stopped, breathing through my teeth.The knots were tight, and my wrists had become so raw that even the slightest friction felt unbearable.I couldn't reach the door.I couldn't overpower the guards.And I coul

  • the faces I never expected to see

    Nathan’s P.O.V. (Continued)There was a small barred opening near the ceiling, but it was too high to reach, and the weak light filtering through it barely illuminated the room.My father called it a place for correcting disobedient children.I called it his private torture chamber.It was where he had sent me whenever I embarrassed him, questioned his authority, or refused to obey one of his unreasonable demands.I had spent nights in this cell, crying until my throat hurt and promising myself that I would never let him see me cry again.Over the years, the punishments have changed.The reason never did.I had to learn my place.And my place, according to my father, was wherever he decided to put me.And this time, the reason was still the same.I finally understood that the disagreement in the study hadn't been an argument I could resolve by walking away.My father hadn't intended to let me leave.He had never intended to give me a choice.And now, lying on the same cold floor where

  • he never intend to let me go

    Nathan’s P.O.V. (Continued)The sound of my father's footsteps gradually faded, leaving me alone with the two guards and the unbearable pain spreading across my back.For several seconds, I couldn't bring myself to move.I remained on my stomach, my cheek pressed against the cold floor, while I tried to control my breathing.Every breath seemed to pull at the wounds on my back, and even the slightest movement sent sharp jolts of pain through my shoulders.My wrists were still tied behind me.The ropes dug into my skin, and I could feel the dampness of blood where they had rubbed against the same spots for too long.I wanted to turn over and sit up even if only for a moment to relive the pressure on my chest.But the moment I tried shifting my weight, pain shot through my back so violently that my arms trembled beneath me.I collapsed against the floor again."Fuck!" I whispered through clenched teeth.One of the guards shifted near the door."Your father said you weren't to receive an

  • find a way

    Ethan’s P.O.V. (Continued)"I also think your team needs a clear project objective before you begin building anything," I added.He gave me an exasperated look."You really don't know how to give someone a straightforward answer, do you?" He, once again, sounded annoyed."I just did," I stated flatly."You criticised my planning." He pointed it out."Because your planning needs work." After working with him for more than three months, this kind of bickering had become a usual thing between us.He leaned back in his chair."Fine. I'll accept that as constructive feedback.""Now, will you join us?"I hesitated.The competition was interesting.Working with Lucifer and Ashton would give me an opportunity to develop something meaningful, and I trusted both of them to take the technical work seriously.But there was also the matter of the system.I had no idea when the next mission would arrive or what it would demand from me.I couldn't predict whether it would interfere with the competit

  • a new opportunity

    Ethan’s P.O.V. (Continued)"What are you doing?"I looked up from my notebook and found Lucifer Hawthorne standing beside my desk, holding a folder in one hand and looking at the broken pencil lying next to my textbook."Solving a mathematics assignment," I answered, gesturing toward the open notebook."What does it look like?"Lucifer glanced at the equations."It looks like you're trying to murder the paper." He remarked nonchalantly, moving towards me.I looked at the broken pencil, then back at him."The paper started it." I defended myself innocently.He shook his head, pulled out the empty chair beside me, and sat down without asking for permission.I stared at him in confusion."Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I asked, raising my brow slightly.He put the folder on the table, staying indifferent as usual."Several places, actually. Unfortunately, none of them is as entertaining as watching you pretend that you aren't listening to the conversation happening around you." He

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