Nemesis, I'm not yours | COMPLETED.

Third Person

Far, far away from where Isla and Xavier are talking to each other, a man dressed handsomely walks into an asylum. "I'm looking for Rebecca Winslow."

"Rebecca Winslow. Alright, wait here. I'll bring her in." A little while later, the lady brings in Rebecca.

"I didn't know I had other people who cared," Rebecca comments as soon as the lady leaves.

The man smirks, "I don't care. I'm here to make a deal, and according to your answer, I will help you. Will you or will you not help me kidnap Ebony?"

Rebecca laughs, "What is in it for me?"

"Ebony is Isla, which means if we kidnap her before her wedding, you get to have Xavier to yourself."

Rebecca smiles, "I'm in. One condition."

"You're not in a position to make conditions."

"Either that or you can try and find someone else."

"Alright, speak up."

"You are not allowed to fall in love with Isla because you are mine."

The man smiles, "Of course." He holds out a hand, "Deal?"

"Deal," she says.

The man gets up and walks out. Right before he leaves, he calls out, "And Rebbie, I am Lucas. Lucas Da Silva. But you can call me yours." He winks at her. He walks to the reception area. "I want the discharge of Rebecca Winslow. I'll pay you enough, just discharge her," he says as he walks out.

'Isla, you'll be mine soon,' he thinks while smiling. The man who Isla had asked to follow Lucas called Isla.

"Ms. Frost, Lucas Da Silva just discharged Rebecca Winslow. I have a feeling they are up to something."

I inhaled sharply, "Thanks, Mason." She said, cutting the call. She walked up to Xavier's bedroom door and knocked.

"Come in," Xavier's voice called out.

She walked to the foot of his bed where he sat and looked at him for a while. "Xavy, let's get married."

Xavier looked up at her, shocked. "What? Isla, are you serious?"

Isla nodded, her eyes determined. "Yes, I am. I don't want to waste any more time. I want to be your wife, and I want to face whatever comes our way together."

Xavier stood up and walked over to her, taking her hands in his. "I want that too, Isla. More than anything. But are you sure? With everything that's happening..."

Isla squeezed his hands. "I'm sure. I love you, and I don't want to wait any longer. Let's do this, Xavy. Let's get married."

Xavier's face broke into a wide smile. "Alright, let's do it. Let's get married." He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

Little did he know that the look in Isla's face when they hugged wasn't only filled with happiness. She looked distant and worried but covered it up with the happiness of marrying the man she loved.