air ( John)

Deep into the night, Persistent thoughts invaded my mind and stole my sleep. No matter how much I tossed and turned, I could not find comfort in sleep. My discomfort stemmed from Tom's words that play around within me. "Get out of my head... " I begged loudly, trying to push away the disturbing thoughts" i will kill you tom " . I was well aware that my feelings for Eleanor were not romantic, and I tried to calm my troubled heart by reminding myself that our bond was just childhood friends, That is it.

İ am just a helper.

Eleanor remained oblivious to the events of the past three years, and I recognized the pressing need to take action. Frustration and confusion swirled within my thoughts, causing my head to ache with intensity. "I need some fresh air," I declared, seeking respite from the whirlwind of emotions. With determination, I rose from the bed and made my way towards the door.

Leaving the confines of my room, I wondered corridors of the hotel, searching for the garden. Step by step, I wandered, my feet carrying me deeper into the unknown. To my surprise, I stumbled upon a breathtaking sight, a garden of exquisite beauty. I hypnose at its magnificence, realizing that I had never fully appreciated the magnificence of this hotel before. It was then that a realization struck me—this was not just any hotel; it belonged to my father and me, albeit under a different name. My father had imparted to me the knowledge that in times of trouble, this very hotel would serve as a sanctuary, a place of safety. The significance of his words resonated within me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the hidden purpose this hotel held in our lives.

As I breathed in the refreshing air, my mind swirled with thoughts of how to approach my father regarding the complex situation that had unfolded. How could I confess to him that I had brought Eleanor along, and that she had expressed her desire for me to be her husband? The weight of the problems seemed overwhelming, and I could not help but question how I had found myself entangled in such circumstances. My father's unwavering determination to seek justice for my mother's death and his own affliction added another layer of complexity. We were resolute in reclaiming what was rightfully ours, and I was adamant about not relinquishing my place within our inheritance. The challenges ahead loomed large, and I knew that careful consideration and a strategized approach would be essential in navigating this treacherous path.

complexity of my situation feels like an unsurpassable ocean, overwhelming me to the point where I struggle to keep afloat. The multitude of problems I face weighs heavily on my shoulders, leaving me breathless and without respite.

I feel compelled to write a letter to my father, a heartfelt attempt to explain the complex situation that has unfolded before us.and when Elenore get better i will talk to her . I will express my sincere intention to clarify my feelings to Eleanor, assuring her that I cannot commit to marrying her. Although I am curious to uncover the truth surrounding the circumstances, I realize that it is not my responsibility to bear the burden of her upbringing. Instead, I should , no i must focus on seeking justice and retribution for the actions committed by both Gabriel's parents, which have caused immeasurable pain to our family.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on a pair of blue eyes that fascinated me with their intensity. Their brilliance was like two elegant blue diamonds. As I continued to stare, I realized that those eyes belonged to her, the same fascinating figure standing before me. In her white nightgown and shawl, her ruby red hair was dancing in the wind. Her lips and cheeks decorated with cherry color further emphasized her beauty. Her skin is pure and pale, like a freshly fallen snowflake, with striking colors of red, blue and white adorning it. It was a feast. At that moment, she stood before me as the embodiment of elegance and charm, captivating my every thought with her mesmerizing blue eyes.

İndeed she is beautiful.

In the midst of the icy winds, a warm sensation enveloped me whenever I laid my eyes upon her. My heart raced, and my blood coursed through my veins, generating an internal heat that seemed to intensify with each glance. My heart raced with an intensity that seemed to generate an internal flame, growing ever more fervent with each stolen glance. From the depths of my being, a blaze ignited, consuming me in its passionate embrace. It was as if I were an artist, completely enraptured by a masterful creation, meticulously studying every intricate detail. Before me stood a portrait of unimaginable beauty, surpassing all earthly comparisons. She exuded a flawless allure, as though she had been sculpted with meticulous care. Each feature, every expression, radiated a mesmerizing charm that left me utterly speechless. In her presence, I found myself willingly lost, entangled in the enchanting brush strokes of her existence. Her beauty breathed life into my very being, awakening a profound sense of purpose and appreciation for the wonders of this world.

"John," she uttered, her voice breaking through the haze that had momentarily clouded my mind." John " she repeated .it's like a dream.

I turned to face her, my thoughts momentarily suspended, struggling to comprehend the reality before me. "Elenore," I stammered, the shock evident in my voice. Elenore was standing here, in front of me. Questions raced through my mind, a torrent of confusion and disbelief. How did she end up here? What was she doing in this perilous situation?

I watched in bewilderment as Eleanor, despite being poisoned, continued to walk away from me. Confusion gnawed at my mind, questioning her behavior and the enigma behind her actions. How could she be moving and seemingly unaffected by the deadly poison coursing through her veins?

.

.

.

.

.

İf you like this " my second book " Silent Possession (You Belong to Me)