Chapter 22Ethan's POV The witch we're meeting up with today has lineage within my family. Her ancestors have been in close ties with my family for generations so I'm glad she's agreed to helping us out. "Emily, nice to see you." I greet her with a handshake. Her short white hair and thin arched eyebrows show wisdom. "Hello, dear. My family has books about you and your family. It's an honor to finally see the man described on paper.” Her voice shakes, showing her age. I smile and follow her into her small home. It smells strongly of sage and herbal things all mixed together. "Someone, please take this box. It's freaking me out." Jordan complains. I carefully grab the box between the thin blanket, protecting my skin from the contact. "I was wanting to know if you knew anything about this.” I slowly set the box on the table. Her blue eyes scan the box, making the wrinkles in her forehead become more prominent. "Where did you find this?" She asks, inspecting it closely. "We're i

Chapter 24Jessica's POV "Love, I don't know how to tell you this-” "She's dead, isn't she?” I blurt, cutting him off. My best friend is dead. She's gone, I saw her eyes. More burning tears roll down my cheeks, making my eyes itch. "No, love," he holds me closer to him, "take a breath and tell me what happened." What do you mean, no? "We came home and we accidentally left the door unlocked when we left for w-work. Someone was in the-here and...and they got her. I only heard her scream one time and when I checked on her, she was..li-like that.” I try my hardest to explain without stuttering or crying, to no avail. He brushes his fingers against my back to try to soothe me. “Okay, love. Okay." He hugs me tighter to his chest. My arms wrap around him and tightly hold onto his shirt, probably creating so many wrinkles. "She's changed.” He says softly. I wiped my eyes, did I hear him properly? “What do you mean?" Lips gently press against my forehead, "she's a newborn now, lov

Chapter 26Ethan's POV Talking with Bambi made Jessica feel a lot better. Even though it's been a few hours, she’s still so energized and bubbly. I love it. She's been talking about exploring the house a little more, but she was surprised to find Jordan's art room that's filled with all his oil and water color paintings. We've shown her most of the rooms, just not two. The playroom, and the red room. I know she said she would try BDSM but I don't know how into it she'd be. Even though Jacob and Jordan are out and they're the doms, I feel like I should just see her reaction. "Come, love. Let me show you one more room." I say as I lead her through the steps and up to the second floor. Before we reach the maid and butler quarters, the playroom is in the middle of us and them. That way she can be heard at all times in little space and all the workers know to cater to her every want and need as well as to protect her if she needs protecting. "Where are we going?" She giggles as I

My tears kept falling, refusing to stop. The burning feeling in my heart did not stop even for the smallest amount of time. The torture they put me through when they were alive did not bother me as much as now, after their death. I felt so lost. As if there was a big weight hanging over my shoulder, trying to drag me into the ground and let me out again. My whole life all I got from them was pain and misery. Not even for once, did I get the chance to smile? It was not hard to imagine whether there had been any moments that I had, where I truly felt any sparks of happiness—Maybe, the first and last time was the day when I saw Alex for the first time before it all vanished into nothing. There was only one question I kept asking myself till now. Why me? Why was it me against the world? Why do I have to go through all of this pain that broke me, left me so shattered that finding a way to mend myself once again was nearly impossible? I was so tired of fighting. Everything was too mu

Chapter 30Emily The sound of familiar footsteps and some shuffling noises was what woke me up from my doze. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the drowsiness and slowly sat up holding the duvet around my body. My stare automatically moved to spot Alex who absentmindedly tucked in his midnight blue shirt and fixed his black tie before moving to grab his Rolex from one of the drawers of his watches. He looked as if he was in a hurry. Something did not seem right, he looked so restless as if he wanted to leave as soon as he could. Was it because of what happened last night? This behavior of his was absolutely contrary to my expectation. I grasped the duvet around my body and slowly got down from the bed, the cold tiles underneath my feet made a zap of shiver run up and down my body causing goosebumps to rake my skin. I was tired, and even though this was just the start of the morning, there was no energy within me whatsoever. Yet I gathered myself and walked towards him, his attention n