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Author: Dami Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-23 17:33:56

Christian’s POV

She froze when she heard me, shoulders going rigid beneath the soft moonlight. Abigail didn’t turn right away. She kept her hands on the stone railing like she needed it to steady herself.

I should have walked away.

I should have stayed inside, shaken hands, thanked guests, pretended to give a damn about the party thrown in my honor.

But I’d watched her all night. Watched her walk in looking like sin disguised in sapphire satin. Watched every set of eyes trail after her like she was something carved out of the impossible.

And then I watched Xavier put his hands on her.

My brother tying her into his stupid charm routine was irritation enough. But the way she laughed? The way she let herself ease into him after fighting it? The way she let him spin her, hold her, touch her?

That had branded something hot and unrecognizable into my chest.

So no. Walking away had never been an option.

“Running from something?” I asked again, stepping closer.

Abigail turned slowly. Her eye
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    Abigail’s POV Dinner was nothing like I expected.The table alone could have fed a small country. White stone, polished wood, flickering candlelight, servers moving in and out with practiced ease. The ocean breathed somewhere beyond the glass walls, waves rolling in like they had nothing better to do than exist beautifully.I sat among billionaires, holding my fork like it might betray me.Christian sat across from me.I told myself not to look at him. I told myself that whatever existed between us had already crossed enough lines. But my body ignored every single instruction. Awareness buzzed through me like lightning skittering through my veins, hot and uninvited.Every time he shifted in his chair, every time his fingers curled around his glass, slow and deliberate, I felt it like a pull under my skin.He hadn’t said a word since we’d taken our seats. Not to me. Not to anyone.Lola leaned over to me, completely oblivious. “You should’ve seen Crew’s face when he realized there’s a

  • Belonging to You   027

    Christian’s POV The jet touched down, and the cabin erupted the way it always did when my family traveled. Too loud. Too chaotic.Crew bounced in his seat. “We’re here! We’re here!”Lola cheered right along with him, clapping like she was six instead of the adult in the room.Across the aisle, Abigail still had her eyes shut. Xavier still had his hand wrapped around hers.It took every ounce of restraint not to rush across the aisle and rip his hand away.“Look at you,” Xavier teased lightly. “A seasoned traveler now.”“Do not,” she warned, her voice tight.He chuckled. “I mean—”“Stop bothering her, Xavier,” I cut in.He glanced at me with a lazy smirk. “I’m talking, hermano. Not murdering.”“Feels like the same thing,” I muttered.He shrugged, entirely unbothered, his hand still resting over her clenched fist like it belonged there. Like she belonged there.She lifted her gaze then. For a brief second, her eyes met mine.And then she looked away, turning toward the window like the

  • Belonging to You   026

    Abigail’s POV In the days that followed, the Castillo house went from its usual quiet efficiency to full-blown, pre-vacation chaos. Staff moving luggage, decorators setting aside birthday props for Crew’s celebration, designers delivering last-minute outfits, chefs finalizing menus—everyone seemed to be preparing for something. Or everything.Meanwhile, I’d been away from the estate, packing and repacking in my tiny apartment like I was being sent to a foreign planet instead of Cancun for summer break. It didn’t matter how many times Alberto said, “Pack light, hija. You won’t need much,” because billionaires saying light was still three wardrobes more than anything I owned.When one of the Castillo drivers pulled up outside my building to take me to the airport, I almost laughed at how absurd the contrast was—my fraying suitcase, his immaculate car, and me in the middle trying not to sweat through my shirt.By the time we reached the private airport, it fully hit me again—the Castil

  • Belonging to You   025

    Christian’s POVThe door clicked shut behind her before I could form another word.For a moment, I just stood there in the dim light, breathing like I’d run ten rounds without gloves. My back hit the wall as I dragged a hand over my mouth, still tasting her there. My pulse was out of control, hammering in places it had no business hammering.She had looked at me like I was dangerous… and then like she cared.That combination did something to me I couldn’t quite name.I stared at the door she disappeared through.“Damn it,” I whispered into the empty room.I hadn’t meant to grab her like that. I had just seen her walking by, head down, bag in hand, and something inside me had snapped the second I realized she was about to leave the estate without me seeing her once today.Irrational. Pathetic. I know.But when I touched her, when she gasped, when she melted into the kiss like she’d been starving for it too… I lost every shred of control I thought I had.And then she broke away, cheeks

  • Belonging to You   024

    The sun was high by the time I reached the Castillo estate, and the house was already humming with its usual rhythm. Chefs clattered pans in the kitchen. Gardeners trimmed hedges with crisp, clean snips. Staff glided through hallways with the sort of effortless coordination that only came from years of practice.Normally, I would have run into Christian somewhere by now—him grabbing a coffee, heading out for a morning workout, or scowling at his phone like it personally offended him.Today, nothing.No glimpse. No passing scent of his cologne. No infuriating, magnetic presence.Relief should have come first. Especially after the pool incident. Instead, an irritating tug of disappointment tightened in my chest.Not that I admitted that to myself. No. I shoved the feeling down, buried it somewhere under professionalism and common sense, and focused on work.By the time I finished Alberto’s morning care—vitals, medication check, confirming his schedule—my head felt clearer. I stepped int

  • Belonging to You   023

    Christian’s POVAdrianna’s neighborhood looked exactly like the last time I’d been forced to drive through it—quiet, expensive, suffocating in the way only curated perfection could be. Every gate matched the next. Every lawn looked like it had been manicured by a ruler. The kind of place that made disorder feel like a sin.I pulled up to her house and killed the engine. I sat there for a moment, palms pressed against the steering wheel, breathing slowly. I hadn’t calmed down on the drive. Not from Mateo. Not from the day. Certainly not from the restless thoughts that kept shoving Abigail back into my head no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else.She kept slipping through my thoughts like water I couldn’t cup with my hands.I exhaled and forced myself out of the car.The moment I stepped onto Adrianna’s porch, I knew something was off.The door wasn’t locked. It swung open with barely a push, and the housekeeper practically jumped back when she saw me.“Mr Castillo,” she

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