Tessa’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapping my head around what had happened moments ago. My fingers dug into the sheets as I recalled the burning anger in Roman’s eyes. I had never seen him so mad before.But there was something else — that voice… I’d heard it right before Roman’s mother took me upstairs.It struck something deep in me—too familiar and haunting. Like a voice I’d buried but came back to haunt me.And there was Roman, he hadn’t said a word. Just told his mother to take me away. He turned his back while I asked him to tell me what was going on.And that silence?It told me everything. Someone was downstairs Roman didn’t want me to see. Or hear. And now my gut twisted with dread.I stood up. I couldn’t sit here like a puppet. Not anymore. My feet moved lightly on the ground.The yelling had vanished and the only sounds I could hear were subtle mumbles of Roman and his mother.I reached the hallway that led to the stairs and then I heard it.“Are you m
Roman’s POVThe air did nothing to cool my blood as I pushed open the front doors, and there they were—Grayson and Eleanor, mother and son, side by side, their presence eating away at my skin.They looked worse since I last saw them—like ghosts I’d buried clawing their way back to my life.“You have a lot of nerve showing up here,” I said flatly. My shoes echoed loudly off the marble stairs, as if they offended me.“What do you want?”“Brother,” Grayson drawled, his voice cutting smooth and venomous. “You don’t look happy to see me.”Every muscle in my jaw locked. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said.He smirked, his hands sliding into his pockets. “Funny, I said the same thing when you barged into my home like you had the right….remember?”Eleanor’s gaze swept over me like a blade, until finally she spoke. “Roman.”One word. Cold. Measured. A reminder of every scar she’d carved into me without lifting a hand.“What the hell do you want?” I spat.Grayson leaned forward, his grin widening.
Roman’s POVHer eyes widened when the word slipped out of my mouth.Everything?It landed between us with a weight I hadn’t planned for, heavier than I liked, sharper than I could explain.She froze, searching my face like she was trying to tear me open. And for the first time in a long time, I felt… exposed.“What do you mean by that?” she whispered.My throat tightened. The answer that I wanted to come out was the wrong one.So I swallowed it, let the other part of me—the part that had learned how to twist the truth into something else, take over.“You overthink,” I muttered, forcing a frown that didn’t quite reach my brows. “When I said everything, I meant all the chaos you’ve dragged into my life. The lies. The secrets. The constant trouble you seem to breathe into existence.”Her brows furrowed. She felt bad but she looked like she didn’t believe me. I could see it, the way her lips pressed together, the way her eyes flickered, and the hurt breaking through before she masked it.
Romans POVI stepped into the room like a storm, just in time before another word left my mother’s mouth.“Enough, Mother,” I yelled.The air stilled, and her words got caught in her throat.Tessa froze where she sat, her wide eyes glancing between us like she’d just been caught in a battlefield.Mother’s hand lingered on hers, soft and deliberate, as if she’d been holding on to something precious.Her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes never wavered.“That’s enough,” I repeated, sharper this time. “Don’t fill her head with things she doesn’t need to hear.”Tessa’s brows furrowed, confusion etched across her face. “But—”“You should rest,” I cut in, my voice softer but leaving no room for argument. My eyes found hers for a beat too long, and the questions in them gnawed at me. "Rest?" She asked me. "But I just woke up and I'm having breakfast.""Very well, I'll have someone bring it up to you, but right now, I need to talk to my mother."Reluctantly, she pushed back from the
Tessa’s POVI paced around the large bedroom, my eyes brushing past the golden curtains and high ceiling. I had never seen a room so big, so extravagant, yet none of it mattered. Not the marble floors, not the dim light fixtures. All I could think about was him. Roman.Why had he brought me here? Why lock me inside a room like some secret he was ashamed of? He claimed it was for my safety but what kind of safety came with silence, no answers, and four guarded walls?And his mother? Why was she so nice to me? What had Roman told her to make her believe we meant something to each other?I ran a hand through my hair, frustration simmering beneath my skin. Every second without answers chewed the calmness inside of me.Then I heard it—a sound.Footsteps, heavy and uneven. Echoing off the marble as they climbed the stairs and into the hallway.No one was allowed in this wing. So the second I heard the footsteps, I knew it was him.I yanked the door open.And Roman stood there.His shirt h
Tessa’s POV“Tessa, I’m not asking you again,” Roman snapped, standing like a wall in the middle of my tiny living room.“You don’t get to barge into my life and make demands,” I shot back. “This isn’t your house. You don’t own me.”His jaw flexed. “Well, I’m not leaving you here.”“And why not?” I challenged. “Because you suddenly care? Because you think you can take me wherever you want?”Roman stepped closer, lowering his voice but not his authority. “I’m not leaving you, because this place isn’t safe. That’s all you need to know.”“That’s not an explanation, Roman. That’s a threat.”“Take it however you want, but you’re coming with me.” He snarled.I shook my head, refusing to listen to him. “No. You can’t just storm in here and decide my life for me.”“I’m not deciding anything, I’m simply asking you to listen to me.” His shoulders rose in anger.I stared at him like he thought this was some scene out of a movie. Still, I didn’t move.“So help me, Tessa, if I have to tell you one