LOGINSilence Between UsThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it didn't feel warm anymore. Everything felt cold and distant — like a quiet storm was settling inside my chest. We'd gone to bed last night with a kiss that felt like a promise, but waking up this morning, that promise felt fragile, like it could break any moment.I got up before he did. I didn't make a sound. I dressed quickly, my movements sharp and deliberate. Every time I looked at him sleeping peacefully, that familiar ache returned — the one that came from knowing he was holding something back, something important enough that he hid it behind closed doors and hushed phone calls.When Killian woke up and found me sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, he frowned slightly. "Good morning," he said softly, reaching out for me. "You're up early."I didn't answer. I stood up and walked straight out of the room.I could feel his gaze following me. He got up, clearly confused. "Jules?" he called after me
Secrets in the Shadows For the rest of that day and the ones that followed, things felt quiet and steady between us. Sabrina hadn't come back, and slowly, the tension in the house faded. We’d wake up together, share breakfast, and just… be. No contracts, no pretense, no eyes watching us from the outside world. It was peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. But little by little, I started noticing something — small at first, easy to brush off, but impossible to ignore completely. Every time his phone rang, Killian would glance at the screen, then quietly walk away. He’d step out onto the balcony, or down the hallway, or anywhere out of earshot. At first, I told myself it was just business — he runs a huge company, after all. Confidential calls are normal. Right? But it happened every single time. And whenever I happened to get just a little too close while he was on the phone, his voice would drop, or he’d end the call abruptly, shoving his phone into his pocket like he’d been caught doing
Whispers in the Dark The rest of the morning passed in a quiet kind of magic that I was still too scared to get used to. We spent it on the living room couch, wrapped in the same blanket, just talking — about everything and nothing at all. Killian told me stories about his childhood, things he’d never mentioned before, and I found myself seeing him in a light that had nothing to do with being a powerful CEO. He was just… Killian. The boy who used to hide in the library because it was the only place he felt peaceful. The man who learned to build walls because no one ever taught him how to ask for care. By afternoon though, the silence felt a little too perfect. Like a storm was gathering somewhere just beyond the horizon. And sure enough, the moment Killian stepped into his home office to take an important call, the front gate chimed. My heart dropped when I saw who was walking in like she owned the place. Sabrina. She didn’t even bother knocking. The door swung open and there she
More Than a Promise Breakfast smelled like butter, warm toast, and something sweeter — something that had nothing to do with food at all. I watched Killian move around the kitchen, and for the first time in months, I didn't feel like I was living someone else's life. I felt like I was finally home. He set a plate down in front of me, along with a mug of coffee exactly the way I liked it. "Eat slowly," he said, pulling out the chair beside me and sitting down. "And if you need anything — anything at all — just say the word." "You're spoiling me, Mr. Blackwood," I teased, taking a bite of the eggs. They were actually good. Better than good. "Only what you deserve, Julianna." His voice softened. "And I plan on spoiling you for a very long time." Just as I was about to reply, the sharp ring of his phone cut through the quiet morning. He glanced at the screen, and I saw his jaw tighten instantly. The warmth in his eyes didn't disappear, but something more serious settled there — like
Morning After The sunlight filtering through the curtains was what woke me first — soft, golden, and nothing like the heavy darkness I’d grown used to in this house. The room felt different somehow. Brighter. Warmer. Like a weight that had been pressing down on my chest for months had finally lifted, leaving behind only this quiet, breathtaking lightness. For almost four months living with him. This is the first time that we slept like this. Closer that I didn't expect that we could do this. People know him as a cold, dominant, ruthless and a serious person. I look at him and to be honest hindi nakakatakot ang aura niya kung hindi mo iisipin. For a moment, I just lay there, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood and expensive cologne mixed with something entirely, wonderfully him. My head rested comfortably on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me even in my half-awake state. His arm was draped heavily over my waist — warm, solid, anchoring me in plac
Breaking the ContractThe moment the front door clicked shut, the world outside ceased to exist. No crowds, no Sabrina, no eyes judging us. Just the quiet hum of the house and the weight of everything we'd been holding back for months.Tiningnan ko siya at nakita kong seryuso lang ang mukha nito. Hindi siya nag salita hanggang sa makapasok kami sa loob ng bahay. Pareho kaming nakatayo lang at parehong naghihintay kung anong sunod na mangyayari."Kill-"Hindi ko na natapos pa ang sasabihin ko ng hinila niya ako papalapit sa kaniya saka niya sinunggaban ang labi ko. Nakakalasing ang lambot ng dila niya. I let him touch me everywhere.Clause III: No romantic or intimate involvement shall be expected outside the terms of this agreement.The words flashed through my mind - and I pushed them away. Tonight, we weren't following rules. We were following something far stronger."Tell me to stop," he breathed against my throat, his hands roaming over me like he was starving for every inch. "Jul


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