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Chapter Thirty Five | A Game Of Chess

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Samuel's POV

2 Months Until Victoria's Death...

A week here and quite frankly I am slowly starting to feel at home. The Loveborns have a special place for runaways in their hearts I assume. Saying me and Christina are staying here rent free. Although I am almost certain that if they were to find out that I am the one who took a shot at their son and daughter, and I broke their luxurious car outside – I sense I wouldn't be as welcome. I feel their smiles vanishing as they see me walk into any room in the house, thinking about all the ways they can end my life right there and then without anyone lifting a finger. Coming here after staying with Victoria for so long taught me a lot, and by a lot I mean holy fuck we would have lost this. The Loveborns are powerful, powerful human beings. Damian's father owns half of this town, and its people. Damian and I went for a stroll around town two days ago, and the crowd that covered the car was insane. It scared me, knowing that with a flick of a finger, all of this crowd could have been banging on Victoria and I's door, before banging on our heads with large sticks provided by none other than the Loveborn's themselves. It saddened me, the realization that power means everything in this world. If you have power you have the right to negligence. You could ignore all the wrong in this world and make your own set of rules, your own rights and wrongs, with no one to bother you about them because simply put — you can afford the consequences.

"So," Isabella walked into the room and took the spotlight, removing all thought I have been having about her family. "What are your plans for tonight?" I looked around to make sure she was actually talking to me. Isabella has a tendency to stare at her phone half of the time, the other half spent asleep, but it's quite hard to know whether it is you being spoken to or someone else. I have replied to many of her questions throughout my stay, but most of the time I replied to questions that weren't asked to me. She would be recording a voice note or sending a message to Damian, and I would jump into the conversation. Making myself seen. "I'm speaking to you Samuel!" She grunted.

"I am free," I said as I checked my schedule, knowing damn well I am free, but free with a sense of pride. After checking my schedule a wave of depression suddenly washed over me; It was devastating, knowing that in the midst of it all I will have absolutely no one by my side. No one to love or hold, no one to call at night when I am sick, no lover or partner, no enemy or friend, I am made to roam this earth alone — till the day I take my final breath.

"Samuel," Isabella snapped me out of it, "I was asking you if you wanted to go to the club or something?" She repeated herself.

I gazed off at the walls of the room in thought, but in truth I was simply wondering how on earth will I go to a club with the clothes I have. "You can take clothes from Damian," Isabella read my mind, "Don't even worry about it." She winked at me and walked out, finalizing the plan without me even saying yes, but I guess we are going to the club.

It was weird, well not an it, but a she. She was weird. Isabella David. A woman of mystery, may I say. A woman of strange power within her. With Victoria, I felt power, I felt in control, I felt like I own her world and that gave me a sense of self appreciation, but something about the vulnerability I feel every time Isabella steps into a room makes my heart drop. I can sense how my heart races, or my thoughts rush through me every time she makes an appearance. She was truly an angel, a work of art. She was everything Victoria wasn't, and I was about to go on a date with her. I wanted to jump up and down like a happy child who just got gifted candy, but I couldn't. I could feel her lurking around, watching me. I saw her, the day I came into this house, and ever since I have been seeing her. I see her watching me. Watching me through the windows. Watching me sleep. Watching me eat. Pray. Love.