Andrew's POV:

It's been three days since we came to France. We had been staying in the penthouse of the hotel that Uncle Robbin owns. Blake and I never wanted to come back to the very place where we started our messed-up life. But he had to come to protect Melissa and I to protect him. He had been distant to everyone since he let her go and collapsed. It took him three days to wake up but when he did, he wasn't himself. He was broken, sad, and in sheer pain.

It hurts to see him breaking every single day. He isn't the same brother I knew, he stays quiet all time and his mouth opens only to shout, curse, or threaten. Every time I see him like this my heart breaks. He is not only my twin brother but also my other half. I know him more than he knows himself. I know how difficult it is for him, how much he is begging for pain, to divert his attention from her. His every try to strive and survive is bringing him pain and torment.

He has been acting weird since we came here, the place where she lives. In the presence of Luca, he never sits quiet, his rage is on fire whenever that jerk is around and now that Blake is dead silent, it is making me more anxious. The trait of being calm, that he forgot the day he let her go.

"Are you just gonna sit around and do nothing?" Luca taunts Blake. I can see how much tormenting it has been for my brother and now that we are in France, it just adds up to his torture.

"For f**k sake shut that damn mouth, will you?" I retort, quite annoyed by his presence let alone his voice. Sometimes, I just want to shred him into pieces and feed his bones to the dog but it will be only right for my brother to kill him, to have his soul beg for mercy, I mean if he's got one.

"I wasn't talking to you." Luca glances at me before going through his luggage while standing without a shirt and in his black knee-cut slim pants.

"It would be so much better if you don't talk at all." I snap and walk over to Blake who is busy scrolling the screen of his phone.
I plop down on the sofa beside him, stretch my legs, and cross my right foot over my left on the table.

"I'm going for some fun. Wanna join?" Luca asks, meanwhile picks out a plain black shirt and starts buttoning it up.

"You are not going anywhere," I say sternly. We are very well aware that his fun means someone else is going to live in hell and I don't want to be a part of his sick fun, but then again we cannot let him be alone, not here in France. We don't know what is going on in his sick twisted mind.

"I don't need your permission, dear cousin." He smirks at the end and starts walking towards the exit before setting his slick coffee brown hair.

"Go with him. Don't leave the sight of him for even a second and report everything to me." Blake asks, more like orders me. I don't care about his rudeness, I just want my brother to talk to me, to share his pain. I know deep down he trusts me, enough to let me keep an eye on that bastard in his absence.

"So, you're not coming?" I ask although I know his answer coz he doesn't like being anywhere near Luca.

"Only if you are ready to see the corpse of that son of a bitch." Blake tells nonchalantly without sparing a glance at me as he is engrossed in scrolling through his phone.

"F**k!" I groan in frustration, making my brother look at me in anticipation.

"Nothing," I mumble and shrug my shoulders while looking at my phone. That jerk must have unplugged the charger of my cell phone. It hardly has any battery left and I don't think it can withstand for more than an hour.

Getting in the private lift, I step out at the basement parking three which is a private parking space for my family. The black lavish, prestigious and elegant Ferrari speeding towards me and stopping right in front of me, making a screeching sound that echoes in the parking lot.

"Let's have some fun," Luca says as I hop in the car.

Melissa's POV:

"Damn, I don't have anything to wear." Ella groans while going through her closet which is full of clothes that she claims to be empty.

"Okay, I understand that, this guy's handsome face has blinded you because I can clearly see a whole lot of dresses there." I point out to the bunch of dresses hanging down the hanger.

"Ha ha ha, It's not funny." She complains, squinting her eyes at me.

"Okay let me pick an outfit for you." I suggest and trail my fingers over a few dresses, "Red- no very toxic, green- not for today, white-very plain, Black- oooh intimidating." I grab the black off-shoulder irregular hem dress for her.

"Perfect!" She squeals and pulls me into a hug. Old Habits die hard. 

"Um, let's get you something." She picks out the blue dress with a white double laced collar which spreads to the sides and forms the sleeves.

We both get dressed and Ella puts on some makeup. Her eyelids carry a shade of dark reddish-black from inside to the outer edge of the eye with some mascara and slender eyeliner. Her cheeks are painted in a sheer rose color and her lips are in slick mauve tint.

I watch her waiting for her makeup to come to an end and as soon as she gets hold of Silken Musk perfume, I get up from the bed and apply berry nude shade on my lips, and with that my makeup is done. I hardly wear makeup, not that I hate it but I don't find the need to. My cheeks naturally carry this blush because of the hot flashes I get from time to time and my sensitive eyes easily get irritated with any damn product. So, I'm better off with makeup than carrying irritated and inflamed skin.

After wearing some same perfume that Ella used we both get into Ella's sedan and she drives us to the place which has already started giving me creeps as nervousness starts to kick in.

We arrive in no time and the loud music reverberates the ground beneath us. I could feel the vibrations crawling up my legs even after wearing four-inch long solid white platform heels. A shiver runs down my spine suddenly and an uneasy feeling makes its way up in my stomach. The feeling that something bad, very bad is about to happen. Since my intuitions are usually right, my hands start trembling.

"Ella," I call her and she turns around grinning from ear to ear. Her happiness doesn't let me speak my mind and gulping the lump along with the words, I try to shake this feeling and with courage take a step forward.

"Are you alright? You look anxious." She asks and I shake my head while giving her the best assurance look possible. She locks her arm with mine and we both get inside.

I squeeze myself as much as I can to avoid bumping into others but still end up colliding with several bodies on our way inside. From people making out to some girls grinding on guys' laps, every other sight makes me stick my gaze to the floor.

I can feel a few hungry eyes staring at me. I don't dare look up, not that I'm afraid but more like I don't want to create a matter out of it by pulling out their eyes right here.
Today is Ella's day, I'll just meet with her boyfriend and leave ASAP.

"So where's your handsome?"

"He must be here. Lemme call and ask." She answers and pulls out her phone from the glittering silver minaudiere clutch.

I can see that the person on the other side answered the call but Ella doesn't seem to hear properly. Of course, who can hear when such loud music is booming in these four walls? 

"I can't hear you. Speak louder." Ella clamors while closing her other ear with her fingers for better hearing but it doesn't seem to work out either.

"Wait a sec," she tells the person on the other side of the call and then tells me that she'll be back in a minute. She vanishes behind the crowd while moving out of the club to talk, leaving me alone where I didn't want to be in the first place.

I cast around looking for a couch and a quiet area to get away from this loud noise and luckily I found one. Making my way to that spot, I successfully dodge a few hungry hawks asking for a dance or a drink. These people really are so clingy. Why can't they be by themselves? My mind is so occupied with these predators' eyes that are searching for their prey, I don't realize I bump into someone and lose my balance but I'm half hanging in the air, as that someone saves me from falling by holding me by my waist.

My eyes travel to my savior but I regret it to the core. A chill runs down my spine as my brown eyes meet the emerald ones. The very same eyes that haunted me, made me feel disgusted. My blood runs cold and I can already see my peaceful life slipping away from me. The tranquility which started to feel like a reality after thinking it's all a dream just until now feels like a dream for real. As I can already see myself waking up to the reality, the reality where I'm back into the nightmare. Where I must run to survive, where I know there's no escape but I must still find one or at least cling on to the fake hope to stay sane.

"Missed me, sweetheart?" His husky voice makes a cold shiver run throughout my body. My legs wobble but I dare them to give away. I instantly stand up on my feet and try to maintain a distance but this crowd doesn't let me as I'm pushed back into him again by one of the guys grooving behind me.

"Don't I at the least deserve a thank you for saving you twice from falling?" He bends down to my ear and speaks into it while his hand makes his way to my back and holds me still.

"Stay away from me, Luca," I demand looking directly into his eyes. I try my best to not show the fear that's creeping inside me. He looks amused as he advances his face towards mine and his finger under my chin to keep my face still.

"Not this time." He winks before his lips collide with mine, so I do the one thing I'm good at. I slap him across his cheek.

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A/N:

Said y'll that the story is back to square one.
Her only fault was to think that she could ever live her life peacefully.

There won't be any peace and happiness but one thing will be there, misunderstandings, pain and guilt.

If only she chooses the right person to believe, she can for once have her life back.

Let's see what choice she makes ;)

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