Please, I just need to talk to her

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• Twisted hearts    Maybe it's crazy, but it feels right

  CHAPTER 21The city buzzed around Amanda like a living, breathing entity. Manhattan was everything she imagined and more chaotic and charming, sharp-edged but full of wonder. Her cab weaved through the morning traffic, and her forehead rested briefly against the window as her eyes danced across the skyline.She'd only been in New York for two days, but it already felt like the beginning of something monumental.Her phone buzzed.Dad: Just sent you some money, my girl. For the bed, fridge, and some groceries. Let me know if you need anything else. Proud of you.Amanda smiled warmly and typed back a quick thank-you. She'd cried when he called her the night before, his voice thick with pride.Now, standing outside a modest appliance store in SoHo, she pulled her coat tighter and walked in. The scent of fresh metal and plastic filled the air as she browsed. After some haggling, she walked out having purchased a compact fridge, a kettle, and a fan heater—New York winters were nothing to pl

• Twisted hearts    it was hers. a blank canvas

  CHAPTER 20The plane touched down with a gentle shudder, the sprawling lights of Manhattan sparkling below like a field of diamonds scattered on black velvet. Amanda pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the airplane window, heart pounding with a mix of awe and nervous excitement.New York. The city she'd dreamed of since she was a little girl sketching alone in her bedroom. The place where her art could finally breathe, where she could finally be seen.As the plane taxied to the gate, she exhaled slowly, her fingers gripping the seat’s armrest. She was nervous, yes, but also thrilled. Her life was changing, and she could feel it in her bones.The Langford Collective’s representative was waiting for her just beyond customs, holding a simple sign with her name scrawled in black marker. He was tall, neat, dressed in all-black, and spoke with a soft British accent. "Amanda Houston? Welcome to New York. I’m Ezra. We’re so excited to have you.""Thank you," Amanda said, adjusting the s

• Twisted hearts    only if you promise to let me buy you dinner first...

  CHAPTER 19 Nathan didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. The walls of the penthouse closed in on him, tighter and tighter, as though the truth had taken shape and pressed against his chest like a vice. Sabrina was pregnant. And it might not even be his. He paced the living room with a whiskey glass in his hand, the amber liquid sloshing with every frustrated step. Outside, Milan was alive—cars moving, people dining, laughter echoing faintly through open windows. But inside him, everything was deathly quiet. The kind of silence that follows after a bomb. By midnight, Nathan had had enough. He needed air. Noise. Anything to shut off the storm in his head. He pulled on his jacket, left his phone on the counter, and walked into the night. He didn’t know where he was going until he got there—a sleek bar near the canal, dimly lit with a live saxophonist in the corner, the kind of place people went to forget. Perfect. He slid into a stool, ordered a scotch, and downed it like medicine. Then he sa

• Twisted hearts    Dear Amanda Houston...

  CHAPTER 18Sabrina stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands.Positive.Again.The third stick this week. All three glowed with the same verdict, mocking her.She sank onto the cold bathroom floor, her knees pulled to her chest, heart galloping in panic. The early symptoms made sense now — the dizziness, the nausea, the way her clothes clung tighter around her waist. She had brushed them off as stress. God knew there was plenty of that in her life.But this?This was something else.She didn’t cry. Not yet. Her brain was too loud, her thoughts tangled like a pile of barbed wire.She was pregnant.And she didn’t know who the father was.Nathan?David?Two men on opposite ends of a war — and she was the battle field.Her stomach twisted violently, and she lunged for the toilet.---Two days passed.Sabrina hadn’t told anyone. Not Nathan, not David. Not even herself, reallyb— not in the way that made it real.She wandered around the pent house like a ghost, the glossy tiles col

• Twisted hearts    is this yours?...

  CHAPTER 17A month had passed.Nathan barely noticed the days anymore. Each morning bled into the next, each night collapsed into sleeplessness or the stench of whiskey he didn’t even enjoy. His world had shrunk down to contracts, board meetings, silence, and the four walls of a penthouse he no longer considered a home.And Sabrina.Always Sabrina.She still haunted the place like smoke—always present, always suffocating.He sat in his home office one Thursday night, fingers rubbing at his temples as his screen glowed back with pending emails. He hadn’t seen Amanda in a month. Not even a glimpse.He couldn’t.Not after the way he’d ended things with her. Cold. Cruel. Deliberate. Necessary.At least that’s what he told himself.He hadn’t expected the hollowness that followed. He thought he’d be able to breathe with the secret buried again. Instead, every breath now scraped his lungs.Sabrina walked past the door, humming. She wore red lingerie beneath one of his button-ups, the fabric

• Twisted hearts    I hate that I still love him

  CHAPTER 16The sun dipped low over Milan, casting golden light through Amanda’s bedroom window, but warmth had long left her heart.She sat by the edge of her bed, her fingers curled tightly around her phone. Nathan’s message still sat unread on the screen, a ghost waiting to be acknowledged. The tension in her chest was unbearable, like a scream lodged in her throat. When the door bell rang, she leapt up, heart hammering.She opened the door to find Nathan standing there, hands in his coat pockets, eyes shadowed.“Nathan…” her voice cracked. “Come in.”He stepped inside without a word. Something in his expression— cold, guarded — immediately set her on edge. She tried to read his body language, but the man before her looked like a stranger.She led him into the living room. “You said you’d explain. What’s going on? Why have you been distant?”Nathan didn’t sit. He stayed standing, looming. “I came to tell you this in person because I owe you that.”Amanda felt her stomach twist.He l