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Bared To You Chapter Eighty Four
Edwina “You know what, Steven?” I said quietly, the fight draining out of me. “Thank you. For your friendship all these years. But now I see who you truly are. Let’s end this here and go our separate ways.”“That’s not possible, Eddie,” he said, smirking in a way that made my skin crawl. “I can’t give you up. I had you first.”His words felt like poison seeping into the room. My stomach twisted at his words. Had me first? Was I some prize to be owned?“Well, I’m telling you to give up,” I shot back, my voice sharper now. “I don’t have feelings for you. I see you as a brother and a friend—nothing more.”“I love you, Eddie.” His voice cracked, desperation leaking through. “You can love me too if you want. I want you to love me.” he pleaded, grabbing my forearms as I tried to step back. His grip was rough, desperate.“Let go of me.” I ordered, panic starting to rise.“No, never!” he growled, his hands clamping down on my forearms as he yanked me closer. “Let me show you that I can be be
Bared To You Chapter Eighty Three
Maximillian For a second, everything around me stilled. My hand froze midair, and the sound of the pool’s soft bubbling suddenly felt distant, almost muted.My great-grandmother. Jean Anne. Gone.I couldn’t process it. The woman was nearly a hundred years old — just six years shy of that milestone birthday we’d all planned to celebrate. I’d imagined her there, smiling in her usual quiet way, the same way she did whenever she scolded me for missing church. And now… she is gone. Just like Great Grandmother Bianca before her.The weight in my chest settled like a stone.“How’s Grandmother doing?” I asked quietly, afraid to hear the answer.“She’s devastated,” Dad sighed. “She lost her father two years ago, and now her mother… I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to my parents.”There was something raw in his voice — something that made me feel small again, like a boy who didn’t know how to comfort his father. I swallowed hard.“I’m sorry, Dad,” I murmured. “For not being t
Bared To You Chapter Eighty Two
Maximillian George didn’t inform my father about the incident—maybe because he was scared of what Dad would do to him. Still, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hide it for long. News like that always found its way home. Sure enough, Dad heard about it. He called, said a few sharp words over the phone—nothing I didn’t deserve—and then, surprisingly, he let it go.He wasn’t able to make it to Havindelle because he was on a trip to London with Mom, and honestly, I was glad. The last thing I needed was to see the disappointment in his eyes. He sent my uncle Andres instead, which was fine by me. I could handle uncle Andres. I couldn’t have handled Dad’s silence.Edwina was discharged from the hospital two days after the incident, and I took her home—to my house—because theirs was gone. Completely gone. Reduced to ashes and memories. The moment we drove past what used to be her family’s front yard, something inside me twisted so painfully I could barely breathe. I should have protected her.
Bared To You Chapter Eighty One
Maximillian Two weeks later“Wake up, Max.”I jerked awake, my body thrashing as though escaping from unseen hands dragging me down. The dream slipped away like smoke, but the echo of it clung to me. Before I could even take a full breath, pain tore through my chest—white-hot, searing, like someone had lodged a knife straight into my heart.I doubled over, clutching my chest with both hands, a guttural groan ripping out of me. Not again. Please, not again. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, hoping movement would dull the pain, but every second felt like I was splintering apart.Then, as suddenly as it came, the pain began to ebb. I dragged in a shaky breath, relief mixing with dread. This wasn’t random—this had meaning. It always had meaning. The last time I felt something like this, I’d been fourteen, certain death was coming for me, only to find out later it had been Georgina in danger. That memory haunted me—because it wasn’t just pain. It was a warning.I sat there, chest
Bared To You Chapter Eighty
Edwina “He knows a beautiful girl when he sees one,” Max grumbled, shaking his head with mock irritation. “Whenever you come around, I’m going to make sure he stays locked up in a room or something.”“I’ve never heard of a dog stealing a man’s girlfriend, but I wouldn’t put it past Maximus… What?” His voice trailed off when he noticed me staring at him.My heart skipped. Girlfriend. Did he just casually—like it was the most normal thing in the world—call me that? I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, staring down at my feet, my face heating up. “So… I’m your girlfriend?” I asked, my voice a little too small, a little too hopeful.“Obviously,” he said as though it were the most undeniable truth on earth. “What else would you be? Or do you want to skip the girlfriend phase and jump to the wife phase?”The word wife hit me like a slap. My body stiffened before I could stop myself, my throat tightening. Wife. A word that carried too much weight, too much expectation. My chest constricted
Bared To You Chapter Seventy Nine
Edwina The news about the attack on Max earlier this morning spread like wildfire, each telling more dramatic than the last. Some whispered that he had been gravely injured defending himself against intruders, while others claimed he was on his deathbed. Deathbed. The word alone made my stomach twist. But I knew Max better than most. Even his little finger could inflict enough pain to make someone regret ever crossing him. The man wasn’t just strong—he was relentless, and that terrified people as much as it fascinated me.I thought back to the first time he’d been robbed, on his very first day in Havindelle. He’d been weakened by illness then, too sick to deal with those men the way he normally would have. That had been the only reason they’d gotten away. If by some slim chance these attackers were the same set of people, I knew Max wouldn’t have let them go scot-free this time. Not Max. He wasn’t the type to forgive and forget—not when betrayal or violence was involved.I asked Mo
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