Se connecterAbigail’s POV Warmth surrounded me as I slowly woke. The second thing I noticed was Christian. My cheek rested against his chest, one of his arms wrapped securely around my waist. His breathing was deep and even, his body relaxed in sleep. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his face.I stayed still, just watching him. I stayed still, just watching him. Without his usual guarded expression, he looked peaceful. The sharp lines of his jaw had softened. His dark lashes rested against his skin. I traced a fingertip lightly along his cheekbone, then down the bridge of his nose. He was beautiful in a way that almost hurt to look at.Mine.The thought sent heat rushing to my face, but I didn’t push it away. For once, I let myself feel it. A small smile curved my lips.His eyes fluttered open. For a second he looked disoriented, then his gaze settled on me. A slow, sleepy smile touched his mouth.“Good morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“Good
Christian’s POV It was well past midnight when I finally returned to the estate. The day’s exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders, but the anger from this morning still simmered beneath my skin. I hoped everyone was asleep. The mess in the dining hall had already been cleaned up, leaving no trace of what I had done.I pushed open my bedroom door and stopped short. Abigail rose from the edge of my bed. She wore simple pajamas, but the shorts rode high enough to reveal the scrape on her knee from earlier. Under the dim lights, the skin looked red and raw.I frowned. That was going to scar.She stood there quietly, watching me. The fact that she had waited up only deepened the guilt already gnawing at my chest.I closed the door behind me and loosened my tie. “You’re still awake.”“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied softly.I crossed the room without meeting her eyes at first and shrugged off my suit jacket. I found the first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet and returned with it. “Sit down
Christian’s POV My vision blurred at the edges, fury burning so hot it turned everything into smears of red and black. The coppery scent of blood still clung to my knuckles, throbbing where the skin had split against my father’s face.Every step I took away from the dining room sent fresh rage pulsing through my veins.“Christian,” Abigail called behind me, her voice urgent.I didn’t stop. I didn’t turn around. The front door slammed open under my hand as I stormed outside. The morning breeze hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire in my chest.“Christian, wait!” Her footsteps hurried after me across the gravel driveway.I kept moving toward my car, jaw locked tight. My mother’s face flashed in my mind again. Pale. Lifeless. Her body cold on the bathroom floor. Then Matteo’s bloodied, smug smile. The same smile he wore every time he brought home another woman. Every time he shattered another promise. Every time he ruined us.I was sick of it. So sick of him.“Christian, plea
Christian’s POVThe table went deathly still.I felt Abigail stiffen beside me. My pulse hammered in my ears as I stared at the woman on my father’s arm. She looked young enough to be one of my siblings. Matteo met my gaze without a flicker of shame, wearing that same careless smile he’d worn after every betrayal he had ever handed this family.Abigail’s hand found mine under the table and squeezed hard. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.The familiar resentment burned low in my gut. Another woman. Another promise he would break. Another child he would eventually abandon.“Fiancée?” Carmen asked, her voice flat.“We’re getting married next month,” Matteo announced proudly, lifting Sophia’s hand to flash the enormous diamond. “It’s time this family celebrated something good for once.”Isabella let out a mocking laugh. “Of course you would.”Xavier rubbed his temple. “Dad, can we not do this right now?”“Why not?” Matteo leaned back, completely relaxed. “Life is short. Your grandfather’s
Christian’s POV I woke slowly, reaching across the bed before my eyes even opened. The sheets beside me were cold. Empty.Abigail had probably slipped out early to check on Abuelo. A faint trace of her vanilla scent still lingered on the pillow. A small smile tugged at my lips.I glanced at the clock. Almost noon.I dragged a hand down my face, then forced myself up. A quick shower helped clear the fog from last night. The memory of Abigail riding me, her soft moans in my ear, still clung to my skin. I dressed in a simple black shirt and pants before heading downstairs.The dining room buzzed with the usual morning chaos, though breakfast had stretched well into lunch. Martha moved around the long table, setting down fresh plates and adjusting silverware with practiced efficiency. Abuelo sat at the head, looking better than he had in days. Isabella lounged in her chair, scrolling through her phone. Lola sat beside Crew, helping the six-year-old cut his pancakes. Xavier and Carmen we
Abigail’s POV Christian’s cock hit the back of my throat. I choked, my eyes watering as my gag reflex kicked in. Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin. My clit throbbed in time with my racing pulse. I ached to touch myself, but I held back. This moment belonged to him.Spots danced across my vision. I finally pulled back with a gasp, drawing in air.I went down again, taking his good inches deep in my throat. “Fuck.” His groan sent heat straight to my core. “Just like that, Abigail. You take my cock so beautifully.”His grip tightened in my hair. The tendons in his neck stood out as his harsh breaths mingled with my chokes and gurgles. “Abigail,” he warned, voice strained. “I’m close.”I didn’t pull away. I took him deeper, faster, determined to give him this release. To let him forget, even for a little while.With a deep groan, Christian came hard. I swallowed every drop, staying with him until the last tremor ran through his body. When his grip in m
Abigail’s POVThe drive to the villa felt longer than it should have.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hands folded too neatly in my lap. My knees stayed pressed together like I was holding something in place.Christian drove with both hands on the wheel.He didn’t look at me.I didn’t look at
Christian’s POV The first thing I felt was warmth. Sand slid between my toes, soft and sun-heated. The air tasted like salt and something sweeter, something I hadn’t let myself remember in years. “Christian!” I turned. She stood a few feet away, sunlight wrapped around her like it belonged th
Christian’s POV The car door shut with a dull thud that sounded final.I pulled onto the road without looking at her.My jaw ached from how hard I clenched it. The city lights blurred past the windshield, neon streaks bleeding into one another. My hands stayed tight on the steering wheel, knuckles
Abigail’s POVThe bass vibrated through my bones, loud enough to drown out thought.That was the point.Lola was somewhere in front of me, arms thrown in the air, hair wild, laughing too loud and not caring who heard. Carmen stood beside her with a drink she kept forgetting to sip, eyes scanning th







