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Penulis: Siwa Rose
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Viola McCoy

I just stand there.

Frozen.

Watching Logan step fully into the hallway like a ghost I wasn’t ready to see.

For a second, I think he might notice me—might catch the way my hand tightens around the strap of my bag, the way my breath stutters in my throat.

But before he can lift his eyes fully, I turn sharply on my heel and walk away.

Fast.

Head down.

Pretending like he’s just another stranger at the hotel and not the man who’s been haunting my dreams.

My sandals slap softly against the thick carpet as I rush back toward my room. My heart beats louder than my footsteps, thudding wildly in my ears.

What is he doing here? I’m not ready to face him or face my feelings right now.

I reach the door and fumble with the key card, almost dropping it. When it finally clicks open, I slip inside and lean back against the door, squeezing my eyes shut.

Breathe, Viola. Just breathe.

Before I can gather myself fully, my phone buzzes violently against the nightstand, rattling the empty wat
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  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Win

    Logan ReynoldsI’m half-asleep when the buzz jerks me awake. The screen glares back at me — 11:30 p.m. I groan and shift onto my side, ready to silence it, but the name stops me.Viola.I stare at it. She’s been calling. And I’ve been ignoring. I thought she’d give up. I was counting on it, honestly. But now, for some reason I can’t name, I pick up.“Hello?” I croak.But it’s not her voice. It’s a man. “Hey, uh… sorry to bother you. You’re listed as an emergency contact for a Viola McCoy?”My stomach clenches. “Yeah. Is she okay?”“She’s at my bar. Drunk. I’m closing up soon, just didn’t want to leave her alone.”He sounds casual, but my heart's already slamming in my chest. I throw the covers off and I'm already reaching for my coat. “Is she hurt? Is she… alright?”“She’s breathing, man. Just slurring and barely awake. Figured she needed someone.”I’m not even wearing socks. “Where are you? Shit—what bar?”There’s a pause, then he rattles off an address. I mutter a quick “I’ll be the

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Away

    Viola McCoy The lock clicks behind me, and I step into the apartment.It’s quiet. .The city outside hums faintly through the windows. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway is soaked in warm orange from the evening sun bleeding through the curtains. My heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I head straight to the bedroom like I’ve been holding my breath all day.I toss my bag on the armchair and grab my phone off the nightstand.Still nothing from him.I unlock it and text Amirah.Viola: Where are you?Seconds pass. Then it buzzes.Amirah: Had errands to run. Be back soon xxI sigh and let the phone slip from my hand. It lands softly on the duvet.My chest is tight. The kind of tight that feels like something’s crawling up my throat but won’t come out. I press a hand to my sternum and close my eyes for a second.Maybe I’m just tired.Maybe I’m just—Buzz.I snatch the phone back up, my heart instantly skipping. I don’t even think before I look.Please. Pleas

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Away

    Viola McCoy The lock clicks behind me, and I step into the apartment.It’s quiet. .The city outside hums faintly through the windows. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway is soaked in warm orange from the evening sun bleeding through the curtains. My heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I head straight to the bedroom like I’ve been holding my breath all day.I toss my bag on the armchair and grab my phone off the nightstand.Still nothing from him.I unlock it and text Amirah.Viola: Where are you?Seconds pass. Then it buzzes.Amirah: Had errands to run. Be back soon xxI sigh and let the phone slip from my hand. It lands softly on the duvet.My chest is tight. The kind of tight that feels like something’s crawling up my throat but won’t come out. I press a hand to my sternum and close my eyes for a second.Maybe I’m just tired.Maybe I’m just—Buzz.I snatch the phone back up, my heart instantly skipping. I don’t even think before I look.Please. Pleas

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Stay

    Logan Reynolds My head hurts.Damn.And it’s because of her. Viola.Because she said those three fucking words to me like they meant something. Like they had weight. Like they belonged.“I love you.”She was drunk. Hell, she could barely stand. I knew it. Knew she didn’t mean it the way it sounded. It was probably just a slip—some careless, offhanded thing her lips threw out into the dark while her mind wandered someplace else. Maybe she said it to Julian once and forgot how it tasted.But still.It kept me up all night.The sentence rolled around in my head like a song on repeat. Not a love song. Not even close. It was more like a warning. A slow, poisonous whisper worming its way into the cracks of my skull. I laid there staring at the ceiling like it had answers. Spoiler alert: it didn’t.By the time I actually doze off, it’s well past sunrise.When I finally sit up, the room is heavy with heat and stale air, and the clock on my nightstand is blinking 1:42 p.m.Shit.A kno

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Dream

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