LOGINSelene's POV His lips crushed into mine again, but this time it was different. Less frantic and more deliberate. Like he wanted to memorize me piece by piece, etch me back into him with every slow drag of his mouth. I gasped softly, his tongue sliding against mine, and the sound made him groan in
Selene's POV The silence after his question stretched like a taut string between us. "Do you really have no idea of what I want?" The words still burned in the air, hovering, daring me to touch them. I stood there, my throat raw, trying to hold myself together while the ground beneath me felt su
Selene's POV I don’t mean to yell. I don’t even mean to speak.But the moment he throws that congratulation at me like a dagger dressed in politeness, something inside me just snaps. “You replaced me first,” I fire, voice cracking. “You were the one who announced your engagement to someone else. S
Dominic's POV I don’t even realize when I quickly tell Enzo to get the car ready. One moment, I’m staring at the city skyline, jaw tight, mind drowning in whiskey and memories I should’ve killed months ago. The next, we’re driving. Fast. Darkness swallows the roads ahead, headlights casting lo
Dominic's POV I always know when something is off the second Enzo walks in without being told. He knocks, but he doesn’t wait for permission. Just pushes the office door open, stiff in his movements like he’s carrying news that could alter the shape of a man. I’m seated behind my desk, sleeves r
“I have to go,” I breathed. He nodded once. “Go.” And so I did. *** When the plane landed in New York, it was like being dunked into chaos. The air was heavier, faster. My limbs ached from the weight of too many emotions carried in silence. I stepped off the terminal walkway and into Arri
Selene's POV The room held its breath, just like I did as Emiliano hands touched my back, it was warm, almost reverent, a measured glide from the base of my spine to the curve of my waist, as if he were trying to memorize me one line at a time. His palm settled there, a quiet pause, a question his
Selene~ I sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel I had arrived moments later, staring at my phone. The ten million dollars still stared back at me, bold black numbers that felt obscene. I’d left the mansion, left my daughter, left Dominic… but I couldn’t seem to leave this feeling behind. Was it
“There are no strings,” he cut in. “You can walk out that door right now and choose never to speak to me again. That money is still yours.” My fingers trembled around the phone. “This feels like a trap.” He chuckled bitterly. “It’s not a trap. It’s a safety net. You gave me something this year I
1 year later. Selene~ I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. Every dress, every blouse, every pair of heels I folded into it felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just fabric. It was time. A year’s worth of memories, arguments, silent dinner







