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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE DREAM THAT FELT REAL
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After the last "I do" CHAPTER THIRTY: CLASHING SHADOWS
I stood face to face with Chris Valemont, the invisible wall of animosity between us was enough to keep anyone from stepping closer. Rachel was in the middle, her eyes darting from me to him, confusion flickering in her expression.“You two know each other?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with suspicion. She didn’t direct the question at either of us. It hung in the air, daring one of us to answer.“You shouldn’t be here,” Chris said again, his tone flat, his jaw tight.I turned to him slowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. “This is not the right place or time to pick a fight with me, Mr. Valemont.”I stepped past him, unbothered, my shoes crunching against the gravel as I made my way to an empty seat.Rachel instinctively reached out, placing a hand on Chris’s arm as though she feared he might explode. The sight of her holding him back only made my smirk widen.I sat down with calculated ease, crossing one leg over the other, exuding the kind of calm that could driv
After the last "I do" CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: THE CLASH YET TO COME
Damian’s POVThe morning was bright. Too bright for my liking.Work was good. The company was stable, the projects were moving, and my manager had everything under control. I could already imagine the frown plastered on my uncle’s face . That alone should have kept me satisfied, but my mind drifted to something else.Rachel.Her movements had been bothering me lately. Her sudden closeness to Chris was not sitting well with me. Of all people… Chris. I didn’t want to believe something was serious between them, but the thought kept poking at me like a thorn under the skin.I told myself it didn’t matter. She was only here because of the kitchen. Because of food. Chris couldn’t get anything useful from her.The memory of her blouse from the other day half buttoned, skin showing where it shouldn’t rose up in my mind like fire. I clenched my jaw, shaking my head hard to push it away.Something was definitely going on.But why will Chris approach someone like Rachel.I was still lost in thou
After the last "I do" CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: ONE HELL OF A BURIAL
The day before the burial, I barely slept. The dream of Mom’s death still haunted me. Although I knew she was gone, it felt like my mind was trying to tell me something, something hidden in the way she smiled at me before she collapsed in that dream.Aria and I spent the entire morning at the burial venue. The guest hall had been transformed into something that looked like a wedding. white drapes flowed down from the ceiling, crystal lights shimmered against the glass vases, and fresh lilies filled the air with a clean sweetness that reminded me too much of Mom’s perfume.Her portraits were already arranged: one of her smiling in a garden, one in her youth wearing a red dress, and one that captured her soft, motherly smile in her later years.I stared at those pictures too long, my throat tightening.Aria and I hardly spoke. The silence between us was heavy. Not the usual bitter silence, but the silence of two daughters mourning the same woman, their number one person.At times, our e
After the last "I do" CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE DREAM THAT FELT REAL
I leaned back against the bathroom door and slowly turned the lock, the click echoing in the tight silence between us. My heart raced, not from fear this time, but from something stronger, something I didn’t think I still carried for Liam. desire mixed with anger.I wanted control for once, I wanted him to feel like he is not in charge of me.I reached my hand up and brushed my finger lightly along the curve of his ear, tracing it down to the sharp edge of his nose. His breath caught. My finger slid lower, gliding over the warm skin of his chest, then pausing just above his stomach before teasing along the waistband of his pants. Liam’s eyes followed every movement like a man starving.Instead of giving him what he wanted, I stepped away, walking past him with a slow sway of my hips. My fingers curled, signaling him with one small, teasing gesture. “Come,” I whispered, barely turning my head.His jaw tightened. He obeyed.Leaning on the sink, I slipped my panties down in one deliber
After the last "I do" CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO FIRE
Chris’s driver pulled up to the tall, quiet building, and I followed Chris inside. The moment we stepped into his apartment, I was wowed.It was beautiful. Not the kind of beauty that screamed money in your face like Damian’s mansion. No chandeliers dropping from the ceiling, no gold statues or diamond art pieces.It was simple but classy, the kind of space that felt alive and peaceful. The floors were smooth dark wood, the walls painted in soft tones that made the whole place glow.But what stole my breath was the view. A glass wall stretched across the living room, you can see the endless ocean from it. I forgot how to breathe.“Your apartment looks beautiful,” I whispered, almost ashamed at how amazed I sounded.Chris gave a small smile, walking past me. “This is not my home. It’s my hideout. A spare place I come to reflect.”Hideout. The word felt deep in my chest. Like this was where he came to drop his mask.I kept staring, my eyes sweeping the neat arrangement of books on the s
After the last "I do" CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: A CEO IN DISGUISE
I tried Chris’s number again.And again.And again.Each time, my heart sank lower when the call went unanswered. The silence on the other end of the line made my chest tighten until I could barely breathe.“Please, Chris, pick up,” I whispered, clutching my phone like it was my last lifeline.He didn’t.I couldn’t sit still. My body was restless, my legs moving on their own as I paced back and forth in my tiny room. I needed to see him. I needed to make things right. The way he hung up on me earlier haunted me like a sharp thorn stuck in my skin.I pulled on a simple dress, not even caring if it matched my shoes, and ran out. I knew exactly where to go, his art gallery.But when I got there, the lights were off. The glass doors reflected my worried faceI stood there like an abandoned child, pressing my hands on the cold glass as if it would open if I begged long enough.“Where are you, Chris?” I murmured, tears already burning the back of my eyes.Then I remembered something. He onc
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