تسجيل الدخولEARLIER, 1 WEEK AFTER DORIAN WAS RELEASED FROM JAIL.???’s POV:*************I am married...But I don't know who my husband is. Sometimes, I believed it to be an illusion but the wedding ring kept me chained to reality.It was proof that somewhere out there… Someone once loved me enough to marry me.Or perhaps I loved him first.I didn't know.I didn't remember.The doctors called it retrograde amnesia. They said my memories might return in days... weeks... months...It had been three years.The memories? They were non-existent. I only know… I have a husband.Everything else is a blank page. Family? Friends? Parents? Siblings? No idea.“… Where are you…?” I whispered, staring at my reflection in the mirror.I wonder what my husband looked like? Was he tall? Handsome? Smile often? Gentle… Or was he the cold, silent type?What kind of work keeps him away for so long?Was he a businessman? A soldier? A traveler?What if we've already crossed paths on the street without realizing it
ZAYNE’S POV******************Dawn broke over the horizon. It was time to leave before her security—or worse, her brothers—realized I'd slipped into the estate. I thought sharing the sting would reduce my pain. But, it made me more miserable. “They threw me into the mud like a dead dog, Kristine,” My voice was hoarse, hanging my head low.By the time I finished recounting that night, I couldn't stop shaking.“That night, sitting in the freezing rain, watching those gates slam shut in my face…” My body went numb. Blood. Kieran's outstretched hand. The memories crashed over me all at once. “I realized I had no mother, no sister, no leader, and no brother… Dorian stripped me of everything, left me to rot, and walked away.”I slowly looked up at her with an intense stare. Kristine sat completely frozen on the bed. Her eyes were wide, brimming with tears, her face pale.She couldn't speak—the weight of my trauma was suffocating the room.I reached out, taking her chin and forcing he
THIRD POV:***************The hideout was almost empty, Ariana sat across from Antler, working on another deadline while glancing at Antler from time to time.Though she hadn't read a single line in the past thirty minutes. Only focused on the man before her.Every paper slide, every shift of his posture, radiated an icy frustration that made her furrow her brows. She finally set the folder down with a sigh of annoyance.“Antler?”He didn't look up from his papers, “What?”“Are you going to keep doing this all night?”“Doing what?” His tone was cold, not giving her his slightest attention that brought a frown on her lips.“This,” Ariana gestured vaguely between them. “You've barely said two words to me since this morning. You're completely distant, and I don't even know what I did.”Antler stopped writing. Bringing a silence between them. They shared a staring competition where Ariana waited for him to speak.Antler struggled with what to do.Slowly, his gaze lowered in defeat, go
“After I got up from that mud… I didn’t know where else to go, so I went back…” I told Kristine, my voice sounding completely hollow but the sting was present.I stared at the wall, forced to relive the dark void that swallowed me that night.“The house was dead quiet. The blood was still on the carpet. Mama’s blood. My sister was gone. All that was left on the wall was the Sparrow Crest…”PAST:I stood in the middle of the dark hall with tears glistening on my cheek. My eyes overwhelmed by betrayal, my heart threatened to burst. I had nothing. No family to bury my mother. No sister to protect. No legion to stand behind me. No brother to share my grief. Dorian had cast me aside like garbage. I was hollow, an empty vessel breathing useless air in a world that had stripped me down to absolute zero.I fell to my knees right in the center of the living room, staring at the thick, dark crimson stain on the rug.“Mama…” I choked out, my shaky fingers extending to touch the blood, “I am s
ZAYNE’S POV******************After we cleaned ourselves up. I was lying on the bed on my stomach, unable to suppress the constant hisses of pain.In my desperation to mark her as mine, I had pulled a stitch—maybe two.‘Shit. Drake is going to be so fucking pissed.’“You didn’t even let me warn you.” Kristine muttered, changing my bandages with a frown I found adorable.“I was too busy to reclaim my dragon.” I chuckled huskily. Her frown deepened, and in her irritation, she unintentionally pulled the fresh bandage a little too tight over the wound. A gasp came from my throat, my body instinctively flinching away from her touch. “Argh—do it gently, wife,” I scolded, turning my head to shoot her a fake, pouting look. “How could you hurt your already hurt husband?”“You deserve more.”Her words instantly pissed me off, the lingering bitterness spiking again.“Oh? I do?” I turned slightly, furrowing my brows, “Who left me when I was fucking shot and in pain?”“Dorian… asked me to tru
My words were the only permission he needed to unleash his desires. I didn’t have time to catch my breath, let alone to think.Zayne’s mouth left mine only long enough for him to spin me around and throw me onto the bed. “Zayne–” My words were left hanging. I wanted to scold him for being so rash under his condition but his mind had stopped functioning at the moment.So did mine.For a moment, the moment of our first intimacy, on this very bed, flashed before my eyes. And it made me smile.“Do you remember–” Before I could plop on my elbows, he was over me, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, enjoying the sight. “Off.” He ordered. His eyes slowly dragged over my body. His command required my absolute obedience which I was happy to provide.I removed my shirt and pyjamas, left only in my undergarment, hungrily pulling the shirt down from his shoulders.I carefully ran my hand over his shoulder, loving how his body stiffened under my finger, leading it down to his belt.I began to unbuc
ZAYNE’S POV******************“We grew up together in the Iglesias Mansion… Our worlds were miles apart. You were the heiress. And me? I was the son of a maid.”PAST:My father left my mother pregnant for another woman. She was a single mother of two. I and Carmine, the head maid of the Iglesias h
KRISTINE’S POV*********************Something was wrong. I had known Zayne for long enough to know he was hiding an objective and I had to reach the depths before it was too late. At night, I decided to confront him without twisting the talks. Before a crack appeared in our marriage, I had to fi
Blood began to ooze out, Dorian was holding his elbow, his forearm was shot with blood flowing out unstoppably, causing the man to groan in pain."Argh, fucking hell!" Dorian hissed.Kieran dragged Dorian back behind the safety of the McLaren’s body, "Are you okay, Dorian?""I would be if you weren
After our heavenly moment, I cleaned myself up and changed into my pajamas while waiting for Dorian to return.He would be home soon. He wished me precisely at 12, so I sent him away to get me cake from a specific far-away bakery to get some alone time with Zayne.I received my gift from the man I







