Novel-novel oleh Ifyx💋

After we rested, I managed to convince Alaric to eat. When he finally agreed, I made toast and omelets, and we ate together.Then I told him I was going over to Mariel’s place, that I’d promised to see her today.He kissed my forehead and hugged me. Then I left.The cab ride back to Mariel’s felt like stepping out of one life and into another. From Alaric's world of beautiful danger into something smaller and real.I paid the driver and climbed the stairs. When I knocked, it was soft, hesitant, like I wasn’t sure I was allowed to be there.Well I think I should take that. I was allowed here anytime and anyday. This was my second home.Urgh!! Where's the first? No wait, I think here is the first.I kept on battling with my thoughts when Mariel opened the door.She was in sweatpants and a cropped hoodie, with her hair packed in a messy bun. Her eyes were already red, probably from worrying about me. “Get in here,” she said. “Before I drag you.”She pulled me inside, locked the door

The SUV moved smoothly through traffic, with the city moving past the windshield. Alaric’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing small, absent circles like he needed something to hold onto. Neither of us spoke. The meeting still felt like it happened a minute ago, it was hard to believe it. His suspension was still like a fresh wound. I knew it hurt him deeply.He hadn’t said a word since we left the hospital. He just drove with his jaw tight and his eyes locked on the road.I glanced at him, the man who’d fought for me, now stripped of his title. The title they’d stripped him mattered. More than he’d admit.We pulled into the underground garage of his building, then he turned off the engine.Leaving us in the quiet. For a moment, neither of us moved.He turned toward me then, his eyes softening. “You should rest,” he said. “Your ribs…”“I’m okay,” I cut in gently, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Come upstairs. I’ll make us something to eat.”He nodded, but the smile he g

The boardroom felt suffocating, with a smell of coffee and expensive perfumes. It was the kind of place where decisions were made without raising voices and lives were quietly dismantled inside the four corners of the room.I sat at the long table, fingers folded tightly on my lap to steady their shaking.My eyes were fixed on the folder in front of me.Isola Wren – Witness Statement.My ribs still ache from that cabin fight though I have been taking my meds and having enough rest.But gradually I am getting myself.It's been three days since the police raid, Elias’s escape, and now this: an emergency ethics inquiry about Alaric.Just to drag Alaric's name like a stain. It all started with a memo that was slipped under Alaric’s office door at dawn.It was anonymous, of course.Stating Ethics Violation: Patient-Doctor Boundary Breach. With Evidence Attached.The “evidence” were lies upon lies twisted as truth. Which were:An altered appointment logs showing “extended consultations”

I lay on the gurney, every breath I take was shallow and shaky. The paramedics moved quickly around me, making sure I was doing fine.Someone adjusted straps. Someone else pressed something cold on my chest. I heard some pieces of what they were saying in calm words, and reassuring tones.“You’re okay,” one of them said, close enough that I could focus on her face. “Stay with me. You are doing well.”I nodded, even though my body was weak and in pain.Alaric rode beside me, holding my hand like it was the only thing left. His grip was tight… too tight but I didn’t pull away. I needed it.His forearm was wrapped in bandage, already darkening with his blood but he brushed off the medic every time they looked his way. “I’m fine,” he kept saying, with his eyes still on me.“You’re okay,” he told me again and again, like he was trying to convince both of us. “You’re okay.”I wanted to believe him.The ride to St. Lucia was short like the ambulance was flying at a high speed. Rain w

The cabin came into view through the fog, the ambiance was blurry until the headlight shone on the wall.Earlier, Alaric suggested that we should go to the Cabin, to cool off and release stress.Alaric slowed down and pulled into the driveway, then shut off the engine. Rain was beating heavily on the roof. Neither of us spoke right away, we had nothing to say. It was just a peaceful silence.He reached across the console and took my hand. His thumb brushed my knuckles sweetly and he kept on stroking my fingers.“We’re safe here,” he said quietly.I wanted to believe him.The board’s inquiry is still reflecting in my head. Elias’s messages still in my mind heavy as a warning: You can’t hide forever. I own the board now.I stared at the cabin, at the dark trees crowding around it, and tried to breathe like this was just a stop, and not another place to be cornered.I leaned in, capturing his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss. He kissed me back, deep and possessive, with his fingers

The intercom stayed dead.No footsteps. No elevator ding. Just the quiet of the apartment settling again, like nothing bad had happened.Minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty.Elias never came upstairs.But the silence wasn’t mercy, it was strategy.The danger didn’t go away, it just became invisible. The rain hadn’t stopped since the boardroom disaster. It kept on falling like a curse that was meant to follow me. Mariel's apartment had become my bunker and place of comfort.With blankets piled on the couch, half eaten take out cartons stacked like evidence of my survival.We barely slept. Every sound from the hallway made my heart race.Elias didn’t need to show his face anymore. His messages did the job just fine.You can’t hide forever.Take the job. It’s your only play.Miss you, babe. Let’s talk.Each one landed like a tap on glass which was soft, patient, and inevitable. Hewww.But the message that came in at exactly 2:00 p.m. shattered what was left inside me.Come home.