LOGINI looked down at the mug still in my hand and brought it back to my lips. The tea had gone from hot to warm, but I didn’t care. I drank slowly at first, then faster, until I finished it in one go. The warmth slid down my throat, settling in my chest, but it didn’t do anything for the rest of me.I set the mug down quietly.For a moment, I just sat there in silence. But my mind wasn’t.His voice replayed, clear and sharp like he was still standing in front of me.“I’m dying to take you right now.”My fingers curled slightly against the bed.“I’ve reached my limits.”My stomach twisted.I pressed my lips together, inhaling slowly through my nose like that would somehow steady me. It didn’t. If anything, it made everything more real.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and unlocked it, the screen lighting up instantly. Notifications were still there. Messages. Headlines. Everything waiting.My thumb hovered for a second.Then I stopped.I didn’t want to see it.Not now.I lifted my
I reached my room and closed the door behind me, the soft click settling something in my chest that I didn’t realize had been tight since I left the conference room.The quiet felt different now.Not heavy. I stood there for a second, then exhaled slowly. A dull ache pressed behind my eyes again, not as bad as before, but enough to remind me my body hadn’t fully caught up with everything I had just done.I dropped my bag on the bed without much thought and moved straight to my closet. The fabric of my blazer suddenly felt too tight, too structured, like I had been holding myself together inside it for too long.I pulled it off, then the rest, piece by piece, until I was free of it.By the time I stepped into the bathroom, I didn’t think about anything else.I turned on the shower and stepped under it.Hot water poured over my skin, running down slowly, soaking into me. My shoulders loosened almost immediately. I tilted my head forward, letting it hit the back of my neck, the warmth s
The car door closed, and for a moment, everything went almost quiet.The noise was still there, faint now, like something left behind. The flashes, the voices, the questions—they hadn’t disappeared. They just weren’t in front of me anymore.I leaned back slightly against the seat, my fingers still wrapped around my bag. I hadn’t realized how tight my grip was until now. My hand loosened slowly, the tension easing out of it little by little.I let out a small breath.Uncle J sat beside me, calm as always, his posture unchanged like nothing had happened.“You handled that well,” he said.I nodded once. “I said what needed to be said.”He didn’t respond to that. He just gave a small nod, like that was enough.The car moved smoothly, pulling away from the building. I turned my head slightly toward the window, watching the outside blur past. My reflection stared back faintly against the glass.Composed.That’s what they saw.My phone buzzed in my hand.Once.Then again.Then continuously.
The car slowed to a stop before I even saw the crowd.I knew they were there.I could hear it first—the distant noise, voices overlapping, the sharp bursts of camera shutters cutting through everything else. My fingers tightened slightly around the handle of my bag as the car came to a complete halt.I took a breath.Just one.Then the door opened.The noise hit immediately.“Emery!”“Over here!”“Is it true—”Flashes went off one after the other, bright enough to sting. For a second, it felt like everything was moving too fast, but I forced myself to stay still as I stepped out of the car.I didn’t look at them.I didn’t respond.I walked.The bodyguard moved ahead, creating space, while Uncle J stayed close beside me. The voices followed us, louder now, sharper.“Are you still involved with him?”“Is the scandal real?”“What is your relationship with him?”I kept walking.The doors opened, and the moment I stepped inside, the noise dropped behind me like it had been cut off complete
I didn’t realize how many days had passed until I could finally sit up without my head spinning.It came back in pieces.The cold. The way my body refused to cooperate with me. The constant sleep that didn’t feel like rest. The medicine. The bitter taste of it. The quiet.And him.Zander didn’t leave.Not once.Even when I was barely aware of anything, I knew he was there. I felt it in the small things. The blanket being pulled higher when I shivered. The cool press of a damp cloth against my forehead when the fever spiked. I remember opening my eyes once in the middle of the night.Just for a second.He was sitting beside the bed. Elbows on his knees. Head slightly lowered. Like he had been there for a while.I didn’t say anything. Didn’t even know if I could. I just closed my eyes again.And he stayed.Every time I woke up, there was food. He made sure I ate.I took the medicine when he handed it to me. Drank the water. Stayed under the blanket when he told me to. Let him check my
I heard the door open before I saw him.I didn’t move at first. I was half-curled under the blanket, my body heavy in that dull, sick kind of way. My nose felt blocked again, my head still aching—less than before, but enough to remind me it wasn’t over.Footsteps.I turned my head slightly.Zander.Tray in hand.Of course.He walked over like this was routine, like walking into my room and taking care of me was something he did every day. My brows pulled together slightly.He set the tray down on the table, then turned to me.I stared at him.His hands were already on me, one behind my back, the other adjusting the pillow before. “I can do it myself,” I said, my voice still rough, quieter than I intended.He didn’t respond.Didn’t even acknowledge it.I stiffened slightly as he lifted me just enough to push the pillow into place, propping me up properly.My fingers curled slightly against the blanket.“I said I can—”“Quiet,” he said simply.My mouth closed.Annoying.I let out a sm
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.They hovered over the keyboard, fingers cold, numb, useless. On the screen—Me.A newborn wrapped in a pale hospital blanket. Eyes squeezed shut. Tiny fists curled against my cheeks. The timestamp glowed faintly in the corner of the photo.It was the same picture.Th
The sobs didn’t stop.They kept coming in waves, tearing through my chest until breathing itself felt painful. My fingers pressed hard against the cold marble floor, as if the ground was the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart.Everything felt distant. Blurred.My tears dripped onto
“Sir—”He stopped abruptly when he noticed me standing there.Then he turned back to Zander urgently.“There’s a man outside forcing his way through the gate.”The words barely settled in the air before heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance.A moment later, Uncle J pushed past the security guard
He released my hands.Relief crashed through me so suddenly it almost hurt. Pins and needles spread through my fingers as blood rushed back into them, and for a second I couldn’t even move them properly. My wrists throbbed where he’d held them, the skin warm and sensitive. I flexed my fingers slowl







