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Belonging to You 064
Abigail’s POV I woke slowly, squinting against the soft morning light filtering through heavy curtains. The ceiling was unfamiliar, the sheets far too soft to be mine. I was in one of the guest rooms at the Castillo estate.Last night came back in pieces. Alberto’s health scare, the panic attack, Christian’s arms around me. He must have carried me here. My chest tightened at the thought.My body still felt heavy from the adrenaline crash and the tears I’d cried against his shirt. I slipped my feet into the indoor slippers and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. Voices and the clatter of dishes drifted out.Martha stood at the stove, flipping eggs, while Carmen sliced fruit with quick, precise movements. When Martha saw me, her eyes turned glassy. She dried her hands on a towel and pulled me into a tight, rib-crushing hug.“Oh, Abigail,” she said, voice thick. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You saved him last night. I don’t know what we would’ve done without you.”Heat flooded
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Abigail’s POV I stepped out of Abuelo’s study on unsteady legs. The hallway felt too bright, the voices too sharp, even though the worst of the chaos had passed.I had done my job. I had kept my hands steady, my voice calm, my face professional while I worked on the man who had become like family. That was what mattered.But the second I was alone, the adrenaline crashed.My chest tightened. Breathing turned shallow. The walls pressed in. I needed air. Real air.I walked quickly toward the balcony at the end of the east wing. Each step jolted through me, stirring memories I usually kept buried: another night, another car speeding through darkness, my father’s voice fading in the wreck.By the time I pushed open the balcony doors, my hands were shaking. Cool night air hit my face, but it wasn’t enough. I gripped the stone railing, knuckles white, and tried to pull in a full breath. It caught in my throat.“Breathe, Abigail,” I whispered. “Just breathe.”My body didn’t listen.Tires sc
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Abigail’s POV My eyes flew open. A sharp breath tore into my lungs.My chest heaved with shallow, uneven inhales. Sweat clung to my skin, dampening the sheets as my fingers twisted in the fabric.I forced another breath, slower this time. Then another. My pulse still raced, but each second pulled me further from the nightmare that had chased me awake.The room slowly came into focus. The outline of my dresser. The faint glow of the bedside lamp. The soft curtains shifting with the night breeze.My room.A shaky exhale left me, the panic loosening its grip.It was still dark outside. I reached for my phone. The screen read 2:20 a.m.I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The cool floor grounded me. I padded down the hall into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and drank it in slow gulps.Sleep felt impossible now.I turned to head back to my room, but my gaze caught on the growing pile of gifts and letters stacked on the counter. They had been arriving for weeks. Yet I had ignor
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Christian’s POV One thing had become painfully clear: I wanted Abigail by my side.No. I needed her.And yet I was terrified. Terrified that keeping her would open the door to every childhood demon I had spent years burying. Terrified that I would repeat my father’s mistakes after I had sworn I never would. I was scared of myself most of all.What I was doing was unfair to both of us.I should let her go.But every part of me craved her. Every part of me needed her.“Don’t drift off on me now, hijo,” Abuelo said, snapping me out of my thoughts.“I’m here,” I replied, straightening in the chair.He gave me a pointed look and took a slow sip of tea from the mug Martha had brought earlier. The party had finally wound down. Most guests had left after offering their congratulations. Now only family remained, and Abuelo had asked me to join him in his private sitting room.“You didn’t hear half of what I said,” he observed.I didn’t deny it. I hadn’t heard anything at all.Abuelo sighed an
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Abigail’s POV He was so close that I could feel his warm breath pooling over my skin. The heat radiating from his body made my skin flush.I could feel the silent anger rolling off him. Directed at me or himself, I wasn’t sure. But I was seeing red and too furious to care.“You think I don’t want to claim you?” His voice was rough. “You think I enjoy hiding this? Every time I look at you tonight I have to stop myself from dragging you into the nearest room and reminding you exactly who you belong to.”My breath hitched. The air between us crackled, thick and electric. Even now, furious with each other, my body responded to his nearness—nipples tightening, heat pooling low in my belly. I hated how easily he could do this to me.“Then why don’t you?” I whispered, my voice trembling with anger and want. “Why do you keep pulling me close and then pushing me away? Are you scared, Christian? Scared that if you admit you want more than just my body, you’ll end up like your father?”His eyes
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Christian’s POV I stood near the edge of the ballroom, only half-listening as Richard Harlan droned on about quarterly projections.His voice blurred into the string quartet and the low hum of two hundred guests in tuxedos and gowns.Drawing myself back into the conversation, I gave a clipped nod. “That aligns with our targets.”I hadn’t heard a word. My attention kept drifting across the crowd, searching for a flash of ginger hair.Nothing.The argument from earlier kept replaying in my head—my words, cold and cutting. I’d watched her face crumple, her eyes widening with that glassy flash of pain before she forced it away. The memory sat like lead in my gut.I regretted every syllable. Regretted not stopping her when she walked away. But regret didn’t change the truth I kept repeating to myself: I couldn’t want her. I wouldn’t. Wanting Abigail meant cracking open doors I had nailed shut years ago. It meant risking the same mess my father had made of every relationship he touched.
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Christian’s POVThe last conference call ended at six-thirty.My shoulders ached. My jaw felt tight.Too many calls. Too many moving parts. Too many people expecting everything to run like clockwork.The Castillo way.I dragged a hand down my face and leaned back in my chair for a second.Silence n
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Narrator’s POVCarmen rolled her shoulders as she stepped out of the private gym, tugging the elastic from her hair and letting the dark strands fall down her back. The night breeze was cool against her skin.Her muscles felt pleasantly loose after yoga.She glanced toward the parking area just in
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Abigail’s POV“You can,” he insisted between licks. “And you will. Fuck, you taste like mine.”His hand came up, wrapping around my throat—not tight, just enough pressure to make my pulse race under his palm. I moaned, the dominance in his grip sending fresh heat pooling between my legs.“Yes,” I g
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Abigail’s POVWarm hands wrapped around me.I should have stepped away. Said something sensible. Something firm that reminded both of us this was a terrible idea.That he wanted safe. Surface. No promises.He had said so himself.Instead I stood under the shower spray, heart thudding so loudly I co
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