LOGINI woke up feeling lighter.The heaviness that had been sitting in my body for days was gone. My head didn’t ache. My nose wasn’t completely clear, but it wasn’t bad enough to slow me down.I stayed on the bed for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.Then it came back.Not the sickness.Him.The memory didn’t ease in slowly. It hit all at once.His hand on my face.His breath against my lips.The way his voice dropped—“I’m dying to take you right now.”My fingers curled slightly into the sheets.Then—The kitchen.The way he walked past me like I didn’t exist.My jaw tightened immediately.I turned my head slightly, staring at the wall now instead of the ceiling.Really?That’s what we were doing?My chest felt tight again, but this time it wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t that overwhelming pull from yesterday.It was irritation.He stood in front of me like that… said all those things… looked at me like—And then what?Nothing?He just… walked away?And then ignored me?My lips pressed
I 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
As soon as the gunshot erupted, my body froze.It wasn’t fear first.It was shock.Like my brain didn’t believe what my ears had just heard. Like the sound didn’t belong in the room I was standing in. My chest locked up, breath caught halfway in, my feet refusing to move even though every instinct
The cold morning air slapped my face the moment I stepped outside.I didn’t slow down.My feet moved faster than my thoughts, each step sharp against the driveway as if speed alone could pull me out of the mess twisting inside my chest. I gripped my bag tightly, the strap biting into my palm, my fi
I killed someone.The thought didn’t arrive gently. It slammed into me, sharp and violent, like my mind was trying to punish me for not reacting fast enough.I killed someone.My hands started shaking harder, fingers trembling like they didn’t belong to me anymore. My legs felt weak, useless beneat
It didn’t take long before Zander arrived.I heard it before I saw him, the sound of the front door slamming open so hard it echoed through the house. Fast footsteps followed, uneven, rushed. Panic crawled up my spine.I lifted my head just as he appeared in the room.There was blood on his shirt.







