ELOWEN ASH'S POINT OF VIEW!
After saying that, Jackson leaned back in his chair.
He calmly and quietly clipped his seat belt again, as if nothing strange had happened.
She was scared by how easy it was for him to change back.
There was nothing on his face.
It's cold.
Normal.
Like he hadn't just turned her world upside down.
She couldn't stop thinking about what he had said.
He is a lot worse than your dad.
Again.
And again.
And once more.
They sounded darker every time.
More weighty.
Jackson had never talked to her like that before.
Earlier, the flash in his eyes hadn't been anger.
It had been a warning.
That thought made her heart race.
She sat stiffly in front of him, facing the window.
The clouds looked soft and safe.
Nothing like the storm inside her.
She didn't want to see him.
She didn't want to talk.
Something deep inside her wouldn't let her settle down.
It felt like a tug.
The same feeling she had when she opened her apartment door and knew something was wrong before she even went in.
That feeling came back.
More powerful.
More noise.
Something big was on its way.
Something ugly.
Not really, her life had never been peaceful.
But this was different.
This felt like the start of something that would hurt her for good.
The wheels of the private jet hit the ground with a loud bang.
Her body tensed up without her even thinking about it.
Home.
The place she loved.
The place she was afraid of.
It's strange how both feelings could live together.
She was afraid of the people she cared about.
She was scared of the people she didn't like.
And the man who said he was her father scared her the most.
The jet slowed down and stopped completely.
Jackson got up right away.
He unbuckled and moved to the side, standing straight with his hands behind his back.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
She looked at him with her head tilted a little.
One last look.
There was nothing on his face.
As usual.
What did he mean before?
Those words he liked to use in code.
Jackson always spoke with a purpose.
Never warned for no reason.
But now his eyes were empty.
Like a door that is locked.
She knew she had lost as soon as she got on this plane.
She was going back into a cage.
A lovely one.
A gold one.
Still a cage.
But she still had something.
Her will.
She stood up straight and straightened her back.
Her chin went up.
This time, the world would have to try harder to break her again.
She would say yes.
She would smile.
She would do what she was told.
Until she found another way out.
Even if it meant lying to everyone.
Even if it meant lying to herself.
She walked by Jackson and out the door.
She walked with steady steps.
As soon as she stepped down the jet stairs, she saw what was below.
Two Range Rovers that are black.
In the middle, there is one black Audi.
Dark windows.
All doors are shut.
People dressed in black stood around the cars.
When they saw her, they all looked down.
Respect.
Or be afraid.
Her father owned both of them.
She went straight to the Audi.
Her face was calm.
Her mask was on tight.
Jackson followed her and sat down next to her.
Almost.
Too close.
A reminder that she was never alone.
Always busy.
The doors closed.
The cars drove.
She swallowed hard and looked out the window.
The streets went by.
Everything looked the same.
Stores.
Roads.
Structures.
The only thing that was different was her.
The drive seemed to last forever.
She pressed her fingers into her palm.
Don't break.
Don't move.
Don't cry.
The cars slowed down next to a tall gate made of gold bars.
They opened by themselves.
The mansion came into view.
She couldn't breathe.
A fort.
That was the only thing to say.
Very big.
It's cold.
They drove around a big fountain that was in the middle of the yard.
Water sprayed up into the air.
There were guards everywhere.
Looking.
Always looking.
She felt a wave of nostalgia.
Home.
She couldn't stop the word from coming out of her mouth.
A soft voice.
From the side, Jackson looked at her.
She didn't see it.
She was already gone.
Lost in her thoughts.
She was lost in memories she wanted to forget.
The cars came to a stop.
Her door opened right away.
She slowly stepped out.
Her feet felt light.
As if she were floating.
Her eyes moved by themselves.
To the pool.
Toward the yard next to it.
To the big balcony above.
Her body went stiff.
Her breath caught.
Everyone put their heads down.
No one noticed that her face changed.
No one but Jackson.
The memory came without mercy.
Rain falling from the sky.
A body on the ground.
There was blood everywhere.
There is a lot of blood.
The rain washed it away.
The truth.
The hurt.
Everything she wanted to forget.
Her chest hurt.
Her throat shut.
She clawed at nothing with her hand on her neck.
She couldn't get air.
Fingers.
Hands.
They weren't there.
But she still felt them.
Someone touched her shoulder.
She jumped and gasped.
Her breathing was quick and broken.
She looked around in a panic.
The yard was tidy.
There were no clouds in the sky.
No rain.
No blood.
No body.
But the feeling didn't go away.
The same one she had been living with for years.
The one who stayed.
Everyone is looking.
Jackson's voice was quiet.
Sharp.
She swallowed and made herself stand up straight.
Her face was white.
Her hands were shaking.
Jackson saw.
His eyes moved to her fingers.
She held them tightly.
Her nails hurt her skin.
She got away from him.
Something pulled at her again.
That place.
She wanted to see.
She said no.
The past had teeth.
And it still hurt.
She hurried inside the big house.
Did not respond to the greetings.
Didn't pay attention to the fake smiles.
Nobody came to say hello to her.
No, of course not.
A bitter smile crossed her lips.
She came to a stop right inside the door.
The place looked the same.
Chandeliers made of gold above.
Stairs with red carpets.
There are paintings on the walls that are worth more than lives.
Great.
Just like it should be in a billionaire's house.
You should go to your room and get some sleep.
Jackson's voice came from behind her.
Later, you'll have dinner with the family.
She nodded once.
Not anything else.
She looked at the stairs.
There was a room upstairs.
Her prison had silk sheets.
She paid attention to her steps.
Don't think.
Don't feel.
Just make it through.
Yes, sir.
Someone's voice broke through her thoughts.
The boss wants you to come to headquarters right away.
She stopped in the middle of her step.
Turned around.
There was a guard in front of Jackson.
His face was white.
He had sweat on his forehead.
What took place?
Jackson's voice was calm.
Not enough excitement.
The guard had a hard time swallowing.
Ana frowned.
The man looked scared.
The Beast broke into the headquarters.
The guard's voice trembled.
He killed Jacob.
Her heart stopped.
Jacob.
The son of her father's partner.
The Beast.
Her stomach turned.
The guard looked at her.
Fast.
Not comfortable.
Jackson saw.
His eyes got hard.
What else?
Jackson moved closer.
The guard jumped.
That alone would not make the boss call.
The guard looked at her again.
She felt naked.
Looked at.
The Beast wrote a note.
The guard said in a low voice.
The boss is very angry.
What was written in the note?
Jackson didn't speak loudly.
That made the guard even more scared.
The guard took a deep breath.
William Ash, I'm coming to get your most valuable thing soon.
There was a lot of silence.
The guard's mind kept going back to the scene.
The body.
The hands.
The fingers were neatly lined up.
The eyes that are empty.
The broken head.
He shook.
Jackson took a step back.
Slowly.
He looked at her.
His eyes were fixed on hers.
She made a frown.
Not sure.
What?
She gave a little shrug.
What are you looking at me like that for?
His lips opened.
It's you.
He spoke in a low voice.
The words still hurt her.
The guard lowered his head.
What am I?
Her voice shook.
Jackson moved closer.
Too close.
Your father loves this more than anything else.
He stopped.
Looked at her face.
Saw the confusion go away.
The fear grows.
His oldest daughter.
Elowen Ash.
She stopped breathing.
Her world turned.
Was she the one they were after?
Was she the reason the Beast was coming?
And if that was the case.
What would happen when he finally got to her?