ANMELDENClarissa’s POV
I woke with a headache, the morning light filtering through the curtains felt too bright, too sharp, like it was mocking my sleepless night. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the same images clawed their way back into my mind.Chelsea’s smug face on the phone screen. Dante behind her. Half dressed and drunk.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my jaw tightening. I wished I could erase that moment from my memClarissa’s pov I knew something was wrong the moment Maya stopped stirring the pot. The soft bubbling of the soup filled the kitchen, thick with the scent of spices and something slightly burnt, but she just stood there, a wooden spoon suspended mid-air like she’d forgotten what it was for. The overhead light cast a dull glow on her face, and for a second, she looked… distant. Just gone.“Maya?” I called, leaning against the counter. “You’re going to ruin it.”She blinked slowly, as if surfacing from deep water, then set the spoon down with a quiet clink. “I’m tired, Clarissa. I’m going to sleep.”I straightened immediately. “Sleep? What do you mean by sleep? You haven’t finished cooking.”“I know.” Her voice was flat, too calm. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”Something in my chest tightened. “Not in the mood?” I let out a short laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You don’t just stop halfway because you’re not in the mood. What is wrong with you tonight?”She turned to face me th
Clarissa’s POV “I said I’m fine, Clarissa.” She yelled.The knife hit the board harder this time and would have smashed it into two but it was wooden.I pushed myself off the wall and stepped closer.“You’re lying.”That got her attention, not fully but enough.Her shoulders tensed.“Drop it.”“No.”She exhaled sharply, like she was losing patience.“I’m not in the mood for this right now.”“Well, I am,” I snapped. “Because something is wrong, and you’re pretending it’s not.”She turned slightly, just enough for me to see the edge of her expression.“Not everything is about you.”The words hit harder than they should have.I blinked.“Excuse me?”“I said drop it.” She repeated.“No.” I stepped closer. “Not this time.”Something flickered in her eyes. Something like fear. Well, that was new and it made my stomach twist.“What is it, Maya?” I pressed. “What are you not telling me?”She didn’t answer.Instead, she turned back to the counter and kept chopping. This time faster, the type o
Clarissa’s POV “Forgive… you?” I echoed, confusion flooding my mind. “Dante, what are you talking about? You said she abandoned you…”“And I told you I misunderstood her,” he said, his voice rising slightly.There was something else there now. Something darker.“What did you do?” I asked, my heart pounding.For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. That he would shut down again, retreat behind that wall he had built so carefully.But then he spoke.“I said things,” he admitted. “Things I can’t take back.”My stomach twisted.“What kind of things?”He looked away, his silence more telling than any words.“Dante…” I pressed, fear creeping into my voice. “What did you say to her?”“I told her,” he said slowly, “that she was dead to me.”The words hit like a physical blow.I staggered back slightly, my chest tightening.“You didn’t mean that,” I said quickly. “You were angry—”“I meant it enough for her to believe it,” he cut in.The weight of his guilt filled the space between us, suff
Clarissa’s POV “Because she’s my sister.”The world tilted, I blinked, certain I had misheard him.“What?”“My sister,” he repeated, his voice steady.I stared at him, my mind struggling to process the words.“That’s… that’s not possible,” I said, shaking my head. “You…you never said…”“You never asked.”“That’s not the point!” I snapped, my heart racing. “You two don’t even act like siblings!”A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.“Families don’t always look the way you expect them to.”I took a step back, trying to piece everything together. “So all this time… you knew?”“Yes.”“And you didn’t think to mention it?” My voice rose with disbelief. “Don’t you think that’s something I should have known?”“Why?” he shot back. “So you could treat her differently? So you could pretend to respect her just because of me?”“That’s not fair!”“Isn’t it?”His gaze bore into mine, searching, challenging.I hesitated and that was all the answer he needed.Dante exhaled slowly, shaking
Clarissa’s POV Chelsea’s hand closed around my wrist, firm but not unkind. “Clarissa, come with me,” she said quietly, glancing over her shoulder like she didn’t want anyone to notice.I pulled my hand back.“No,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I want to talk to Dante.”Her expression flickered with worry, hesitation, maybe even fear but before she could argue, Dante’s voice cut through the hallway.“Chelsea.”We both turned.He stood a few feet away, posture rigid, eyes unreadable. There was something cold in them, something I had never seen before. Not even on the worst days.“Take her to the car,” he said, nodding toward Reed’s wife, who was slumped against the wall, crying uncontrollably. “Stay there. Wait for me.”Chelsea hesitated. “But—”“Now.”It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.She nodded quickly, guiding the sobbing woman away. Reed’s wife barely resisted, her grief too consuming to question anything. I watched them go, my stomach tightening with every ste
Clarissa’s POVI didn’t remember grabbing my keys.One moment I had been standing in the middle of my living room, staring at nothing, the silence ringing so loudly in my ears it felt like pressure. The next, the cold metal was biting into my palm and my legs were already moving. My body had decided before my mind could catch up.“Clarissa!”Maya’s voice chased after me, sharp and urgent, like it was trying to hook into my spine and pull me back. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. If I stopped, I would think and if I thought, I would break.“I’m coming with you!” she added, breathless now, her footsteps echoing behind mine.I yanked the front door open so hard it slammed against the wall. The morning light felt offensive, too bright, too normal. How could the world look the same when everything had just ended?“And for God’s sake, wear something,” Maya said as she caught up to me on the porch. “You look like a mess.”I turned to her then like really turned.And I saw it, the flicker of fear in
Clarissa’s POVDante answered on the second ring.“Clarissa?” His voice was sharp, already braced for bad news.“He came,” I said. I didn’t bother easing into it. “Nicho was here. Here in the house.”There was a pause on the line, long enough that I imagined Dante standing up, pacing, swearing und
Clarissa’s POVThey had said yes. Before the smile could fully form on my lips, I saw him.Dante stood a few feet away from the entrance, i
Dante’s POVI didn’t recognize the number when my phone buzzed. For a moment, I considered ignoring it, too many reporters had been trying to reach me since the incident at the hospital. But something in my chest tugged, and I answered.“Dante.”The voice was low, rough around the edges, like someo
Dante’s POV I hadn’t meant to take the turn toward Clarissa’s street. Habit, maybe. Or instinct. I didn’t think much of it until her hand slipped over mine on the gear shift, it was gentle and deliberate.“Dante,” she said. “You’re going the wrong way.”Her voice was calm, but something about the







