Darkness.

That's all I see.

I have this strong urge to try and open my eyes, but every time I try, they feel too heavy to lift. My body is ready to move, but I physically can't even lift a finger. It feels like I'm being weighed down by a shit tonne of bricks; if they were underwater.

However, I can hear. I can hear everything that's going on around me. I can hear the doctor as he's speaking, along with the dreaded sound of little miss wedding planner. I knew Amara and I should have killed her.

Wait.

My whole body jolts awake. I open my eyes and I see: The doctor, Tilly, Adrien and two other faces whom I don't recognise, so I'm guessing they're guards or something.

Everything comes back to me. The strip club. Aleksandr. Adrien. The fighting. Romeo. The kidnapping.

"Ah! Sleeping beauty finally decided to grace us with her presence." Tilly says in a whiny voice that worsens my mediocre headache.

"Why the fuck am I here?" I ask, my voice sounding hoarse as I look between Tilly and a very beaten and bruised Adrien.

When I make eye contact with Adrien, he holds my stare for a second, before looking down at the floor. He doesn't say a word as Tilly rambles on "Well, we kidnapped you, because everyone wishes you were dead, so we're doing everyone a favour."

Okay then.. I'm going to choose not to believe that, because I'm sure that the worst things they have to say is yet to come.

I slump back into the bed that I was laying on and let out a loud groan because of the pain that is shooting through my body, when all of a sudden I feel myself being lifted up and carried by my wrists and ankles. I open my eyes and see the two guards carrying me.

They take me to a torturing cell in, what I assume is, the basement and throw my weak body in there. I hiss in pain as I land on my side. I look down, remembering my wound. I don't have to lift any of my clothing considering I'm still in the same clothes from the strip club, but I can see that they've stitched me up and bandaged me up too.

Why would they help me?

They tie my hands and ankles to the chains which are drilled into the floor and lock me in here and leave. I can hear faint screams of agony and pain as well as footsteps coming towards my cell. All of a sudden the footsteps stop and I look up to see Adrien and Vincent.

I knew they were working together.

"Long time no see, Ms Beaumont." Vincent says as he cackles evilly. Adrien's head is bowed and he doesn't look at me whatsoever.

"It's Mrs Beaumont-Basilio now." I bite out.

I hate him. He's the epitome of my declining mental health, my father beating me and many other things that I probably shouldn't think about now because I need to stay strong.

"Ah! Right, I forgot that you're my new daughter-in-law. I can't wait to have my fun with you." He replies, meticulously.

What. The. Hell. Is that meant to mean?

Adrien's head lifts up at this slowly as a look of confusion crosses his face "Wha-," he tries to talk, but is cut off abruptly when Vincent lifts his palm up to silence him. Adrien complies and shuts up. Why is he being so obedient?

"You can leave now." Vincent tells Adrien harshly.

I look at Adrien with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave me again. His eyes softened for a second before his whole face went stone-cold and he walked away.

Vincent walks to the cell's lock and unlocks it, making his way inside and towards me. His face shows nothing, but his eyes tell a different story. He stops when he gets to me and send a heavy punch to my face, making my face swing to the side.

"Do you do this to all women? First your wife and now your daughter-in-law." I tell him, purposely pissing him off.

"My daughter too. But I only do it to girls I'll fuck." He says nonchalantly kicking my ribs.

His daughter too.

"Which daughter?" I cough out, as blood flies out of my mouth with every punch.

"Amara. God she was amazi-," I don't let the revolting, poor excuse of a man finish his sentence as I throw the best punch my weak self can.

He grunts and pins me to the ground, getting on top of me "Why am I here and who are you working with?" I groan out as he puts pressure on my wound.

"Well, you see, here's the funny thing about trusting one another in a marriage. You never see the betrayal coming." He says evilly.

Marriage? Trust? Huh?

"He working with me, too." I hear a very familiar voice say.

Vincent rears his head back so I can see who was speaking. My father. He's got a funny looking walking stick in tow too.

"So it's: you," I look to Vincent "him," I look to my father "Adrien, Tilly and the Russian mafia." I say pissed off.

What the fuck have I done to have all those people after me?

"Well, the 'Tilly' you know, is not actually Tilly. Her name is Ivanka and she is the daughter of the Russian mafia leader." My father says in a dismissive tone.

"What the fuck?" I mutter to myself.

"But I must say, for the worlds best assassin, you're extremely gullible and stupid." Vincent says as his decaying teeth glint with mischief.

He must detect the look of confusion on my face because he feels the need to expand "Well, the plan was simple. We make a fake contract that would be in the best of both you and Romeo's interest, you sign it, get married, fall in love, and then we drop the bomb."

"I'm still fucking confused, can you hurry the fuck up." I say in a monotonous, blunt tone.

I get a harsh punch to the face and I feel blood run down my face as my lip bursts and begins to bleed "That was for answering back, Cagna [Bitch]!" Vincent screams in my face as spit begins to fly out of his mouth.

Fucking filthy piece of shit.

"Well, you see, we contacted Romeo a couple of weeks before the ball and asked him if he'd join our plan and kill you ." Vincent smiles at me again "which to our surprise, he said yes." He came closer to my face and whispers with a smirk on his face "Aleksandr didn't specify which Basilio he was working with."

I zone out and my heart drops, as I can feel my slowed heartbeat bang against my eardrums. Romeo planned this. I loved him and he wanted me dead.

I zone back in when the fist punch hits me. Both of them begin beating me to a pulp, and I don't fight back.

I don't utter a word.

I don't let out a pained sound.

I just lay there, allowing them to abuse me.

I'm numb.

I zone out and welcome the pain. I don't want to do this anymore. I can't. It's too much.

The three men that once meant so much to me, have all betrayed me.

I can faintly hear Vincent and my father saying horrible things to me, but I just tune them out as I soak in the pain, allowing it to hurt me.

"STOP!" I hear a faint, familiar voice yell.

Both men stop their actions and straighten up. Dusting themselves off, they make their way out of the cell and nod their heads in a form of greeting to the person.

Im fading in and out of consciousness, but I don't want to fight it.

The person comes running towards me and lifts my limp body in their arms "Hey, Levine, can you wake up for me? Please stay awake." The person says.

Levine. My middle name. The only person that calls me that is-

"Louis, is that you?" I say softly, trying to keep my eyes open.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's me. I'm so so sorry Amélie. I didn't want them to hurt you like this. It wasn't meant to be like this. But Francois told everyone it was okay." Adrien says worriedly.

"Is it true?" I ask him as I cough up some blood.

"What is?" He ask confusedly as he helps me try and sit up straight.

"Romeo. Him wanting me dead. Vincent said he agreed to the plan of killing me." I say as I keep my eyes to the ground.

"Yes." He says, hesitantly.

My heart breaks all over again and my eyes sting with un-shed tears.

"But he agreed weeks before he even knew you, so.. that counts for something. Right?" He says optimistically to which I nod absentmindedly.

"And you? You want to kill me?" I ask, because I'm tired of fake niceties and lies.

"Initially? Yes. Now? No." He says honestly yet softly. "I found something out. It made me change my mind. Which is why I showed up on your honeymoon. I had to play the part." He says.

I look up at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me but he just shakes his head 'no'. Although I'm dying to know what he found out, I know that Adrien wouldn't purposely hide something important from me.

We sit in awkward silence as he patches me up with a medical kit I didn't realise he brought. "Why did you leave?" I ask, hoping that he doesn't detect the slight wobble in my voice.

He stops what he's doing, which is just re-applying another plaster to my abdomen wound and looks up at me with softened eyes "I'm so sorry for leaving and I'm so sorry for falling for Francois' tricks. Maman left me a note that was given to me as part of her will. She wrote to me and said that if she died, it wouldn't have been an accident and that I need to get you and I out of there as quick as I can. I tried to get us out of there, however Francois had gaslighted me into believing that you had killed maman. Of course I believed him because I wasn't present when maman was killed. So when he told me 'what happened' I instantly believed him and begged him to let me out of the mafia." He says with a heavy sigh.

"So why did you come back?" I say begrudgingly.

"Like I said, I found something out, which made me believe otherwise about the lies that Francois was feeding me." He says quietly "I really am sorry Amélie. I'm going to find you a way out. I promise that I won't let them hurt you anymore. Okay Levine?" He whispers as he leaves a brotherly kiss on my forehead, just like he used to when we were younger. I nearly cry at the sudden nostalgia, but refrain from doing so.

All of a sudden, there's a loud bang from somewhere upstairs, as well as heavy footsteps stomping above us. Adrien and I look at one another in confusion, when all of a sudden, I see realisation wash over his face.

"Who is it?" I ask, curiously.

"They're here." He tells me reassuringly with a relieved smile on his face.

I'm still confused, but I soon understand what he means when he says that 'they're' here when I hear the familiar arrogant voice of my best friends. I think I'm going to cry; or pass out, I'm not too sure. I just hope they get me out of here soon, because I don't feel too good.

"I'll be back, okay?" Adrien's says softly as he goes to the cell door, leaving it open instead of locking it.

I nod at him and watch him leave. What feels like an eternity, but is actually a couple of minutes, I hear heavy footsteps approaching me. When I look up, I see...

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