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Christian’s POV “What’s the update?” I asked Miles, eyes still fixed on the document in front of me.“Nothing solid. Whoever this is… they’re careful.”I finally looked up at the screen. Miles’ face was tight with frustration. He hated loose ends. I hated them even more.“Cameras?” I pressed.“Checked every angle. The bastard knows exactly where to avoid them.” He exhaled sharply. “We’re still digging.”I leaned back slowly, jaw tightening. A week. It had been a full week since Abigail moved into the estate, and I still didn’t have a name, a face, or anything I could destroy.“Keep digging,” I said.Miles gave a short nod. “Already on it.”The call ended, leaving silence in its wake.I stared at the file in front of me, but the words blurred. My mind had already moved elsewhere.Abigail.She was still adjusting, moving through the halls like she belonged and didn’t all at once.She laughed easily with the staff and slipped into routines, yet I caught the small hesitations—the way she
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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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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
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Christian’s POV The numbers on my screen blurred for a second before snapping back into focus.“Christian?” Miles’s voice crackled through the speaker. “You with me?”“I’m here,” I said, rubbing my thumb against the edge of my phone. “Go over the revised offer again.”A pause. Then a sigh. “For th
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Abigail’s POV Mateo settled into his chair like he owned the room. Not arrogantly. Not loudly. Just comfortably. As if his presence was expected. As if the tension he brought with him wasn’t thick enough to choke on. The table went unnaturally quiet. Forks slowed. Glasses lifted with too much c
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Christian’s POV Waking up felt like surfacing from deep water.For a few seconds, nothing made sense.Warm sheets. Sunlight bleeding through the curtains. The faint scent of salt and citrus still clinging to the air. My arm stretched across the bed, palm brushing cool fabric instead of warm skin.
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