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Leah's POVThe moment I step off the plane, the warm Mediterranean air envelops me, carrying the scent of salt and sun-warmed stone. Greece. A place I had always dreamed of visiting. Now, I finally had the chance. The timing wasn’t ideal, but maybe this was the perfect opportunity—an escape from everything weighing me down.I pull out my phone and stare at the endless list of missed calls—my father, Ethan, Judith, even Cece. I know they’re worried, but I can’t deal with them right now. Talking to any of them would mean explaining, justifying, confronting. I’m not ready for that. Maybe I never will be.Without hesitation, I switch my phone to airplane mode—not that I need to, since I’ve ignored every call anyway—and shove it deep into my bag. For once, I need silence.Outside, I hail a cab, giving the driver the name of the hotel where I had made a reservation. The ride is smooth, the city unfolding around me in a blur of ancient ruins, narrow streets, and flashes of blue sea in the di
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Leah’s POVThe rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore echoes through my open balcony doors, blending with the soft hum of the city beyond. The morning sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the plush bedding. I should feel relaxed. I should feel at peace.But I don’t.I stretch out on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind restless despite my body’s exhaustion. Last night, I had barely slept. My thoughts had been too loud, too persistent, pulling me into a spiral of guilt and uncertainty.Everything about this trip had been so impulsive, so out of character for me. I’ve never been the type to just pack up and leave like this. My father must be livid.My phone sits on the nightstand, its screen lighting up every few minutes with missed calls and unread messages. I haven’t turned it off—I just can’t bring myself to answer. I know my father has called. More than once. I know Ethan must have, too. And I know Cece is probably worried sick.
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Ethan’s POVI swirl the amber liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink against the sides. The city stretches out before me through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, but I barely notice it. My mind is elsewhere. On her.Leah.My phone sits on the table, dark and silent. No messages. No missed calls. Just emptiness.I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve called her. How many texts I’ve sent. She’s ignoring me. She’s never ignored me like this before.I exhale sharply, pressing my thumb and forefinger against my temples. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Leah was supposed to be mine. She was supposed to be by my side, smiling, trusting, believing every word I told her.Everything had been perfect—until it wasn’t.I played my part flawlessly. I gave her everything she wanted, everything she needed. I was the perfect boyfriend, the perfect choice. Steady. Reliable. The man she could count on.And she was mine. Until Dwight came back.I grip my glass tighter at the thought
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Dwight’s POVThe airport blurs around me, a chaotic mix of voices, footsteps, and the distant hum of jet engines. I don’t pay attention to any of it. My focus is singular. My steps are fast, my pulse relentless. I move with purpose, my jaw tight, my mind set.Carter is already waiting near the private terminal, his stance straight, expression unreadable. He never asks questions, never pries. That’s why he’s the only person I trust with things like this.“Everything’s set, sir,” he says as I approach. “The jet is fueled and ready. I’ve stocked the cabin with everything you might need—clothes, essentials, the usual.”I barely acknowledge him with a nod, climbing the stairs two at a time. The flight crew offers polite greetings as I pass, but I don’t respond. I head straight for my seat, sinking into the leather with a heavy breath.The engines hum beneath me, vibrating softly, a reminder that the moment we take off, there’s no turning back.I pull out my phone and see one missed call fr
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Leah’s POV The soft hum of Athens at night filters through my hotel window, the distant chatter of locals blending with the rhythm of a city that never quite sleeps. Even though exhaustion tugs at my limbs, my mind refuses to quiet.I thought putting an ocean between me and my past would help. That the distance would dull the thoughts, ease the ache. But it turns out, no amount of miles can quench the affection still lingering in my chest.Dwight is still there. In every corner of my mind.I groan, pressing my fingers against my temples as I sit on the edge of my bed. This wasn’t the plan. I didn’t fly to Greece to mope. I came to breathe. To reclaim a part of myself that I had lost somewhere between heartbreak and pretending to be okay.I glance at my phone, searching for something—anything—to pull me out of my own head. And then I see it.Cine Thisio.An open-air cinema, nestled in the heart of Athens. The kind of place that feels like stepping back in time, where the air is filled
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Dwight’s POVThe glow of my phone screen is the only light in the dimly lit cabin. I’ve been staring at it for too long, checking and rechecking for updates. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, as the jet cuts through the night sky.Then, finally, my phone vibrates. A new message from Parker.Parker: She stepped out of her suite. Looks like she’s going out. She’s alone.That’s it. No details about where she’s heading. No insight into her plans. Just a confirmation that she’s no longer tucked away inside her room.I exhale sharply, rubbing a hand across my jaw.She’s alone.It shouldn’t matter, but it does.I don’t waste time replying. Instead, I push out of my seat, already unbuttoning my cuffs as I move to the cabin’s small en-suite. I glance at myself in the mirror—tired, tense, but focused. I splash cold water on my face, letting it wake me up. I need to be clear-headed when I see her.Because I will see her.By the time the jet lands in Athens, I’ve already made up my mind. I’
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Dwight’s POV"You didn’t have to come," she says. But that's not a plea to leave.She doesn’t tell me to leave.She doesn’t move.For a long moment, we just stand there, locked in some unspoken war. Her pulse beats fast under my fingers, but she doesn’t yank her wrist away. And I don’t let go.Not yet.Leah is the first to break the silence. “I don’t want anyone blowing hot and cold on me, Dwight.” Her voice is quiet but firm, laced with a weight that tells me this isn’t just about tonight.I already know what she means.She’s talking about everything—the way I pulled her back in only to push her away again. The easy camaraderie we had whole we auditioned models. The fun at the restaurant we'd gone to eat at, before she'd blurted out her plans and I'd gone cold on her. She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “I’ve seen it, Dwight. It’s easy for you. You compartmentalize, push things aside, and act like we never existed. Like I never mattered.”A muscle ticks in my jaw. That shouldn’t
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Dwight’s POV"You want the truth, huh? How about you start by giving me that?"I frown. "What do you mean?"Leah exhales sharply, arms crossing tightly over her chest. "You left. Days before our wedding, Dwight. No calls, no messages. Nothing." Her voice shakes, but she doesn’t back down. "Do you think that deserves zero explanation?"Her words hit me like a freight train.I left? Days before our wedding?No. That’s not— that’s not possible.A cold wave crashes over me, sinking deep into my bones, sending an unsettling chill through my entire body.I shake my head, my pulse hammering. "Leah… what are you talking about?"She laughs, sharp and humorless. "Oh, don’t do that. Don’t stand there and pretend you don’t know exactly what I mean."But I don’t.I don’t.A strange, hollow feeling spreads through my chest, like a chasm opening beneath my feet. "I left?" The words feel foreign, wrong.She lifts her chin, eyes flashing with anger and something else—pain. "You disappeared, Dwight. No
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Ethan’s POVShe looked like porcelain under the low light.Pale, trembling, slick with sweat. Her chest heaved as she lay on the stained cot in the far corner, wrists bound to the headboard with nylon straps, ankles tied tight. Her hair—light brown, maybe even blonde in the right light—was matted against her temples, soaked. And those eyes. Translucent blue, darting like a cornered rabbit, searching for a way out that didn’t exist.“I don’t know what I did,” she sobbed. Her voice cracked like something brittle. “Please, please let me go…”I didn’t move. I just watched her from the shadows, still as a breath held underwater. She tried to sit up, trembling, her arms pulling at the restraints with a sound like Velcro peeling from skin.“I’ll give you everything,” she cried. “My paychecks—every single one. I swear. Just don’t hurt me. My boyfriend… he doesn’t have money. He can’t pay ransom. Please…”God. She was alive. Alive in the way most people forgot how to be. The kind of aliveness
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Dwight's POVIt was dark out. Leah lay half-sprawled across my chest, the silky strands of her hair tickling my skin. Our clothes were scattered haphazardly across the room, abandoned in our urgency. The heavy rug under us cushioned our bodies, still slick and languid from the intensity of our lovemaking. I still couldn't believe the feelings that coursed through me as I'd made love to her. It was better than all the times I had allowed myself to imagine... to fantasize.It had been pure magic. Messy, but perfect. And having her here in my arms filled me with the duty of contentment that had been missing for three years. I could have stayed like that forever. Her breath warm against my skin. Her heart beating in slow, contented rhythms against mine. Her fingers moved idly over my chest, tracing lazy patterns. Every touch sent aftershocks through my nerves, subtle reminders of how close we had just been, how perfect she felt wrapped around me...And then her fingers stilled. She brushe
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