Sabrina’s POV continued: "You are mine now, Sabrina, and I'm going to show you exactly what I mean by that," Jonathan declares with a confident, almost possessive tone. His words echo in the room, lingering in the air like a storm about to break. As the realization of his statement washes over me, my heart starts pounding furiously, each beat racing faster than the last. It's as if the whole world has narrowed down to just the two of us and the intensity of this moment. Everything around me blurs; the woods, the sounds, even the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, as my brain tries to process the gravity of his words. For a moment, I feel trapped in time, unable to move or react. Before I can fully register what's happening, Jonathan moves with an effortless speed, propelling us both downwards. I feel the sudden, harsh embrace of the ground beneath me and the firm weight of him above. It all happens in an instant. The cold ground starkly contrasts the war
Shelly’s POV When I heard the news that Sabrina and Michal lost their baby, it felt like my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. Sabrina is one of those people who deserves everything good in the world, and now it seems like everything has been torn away from her in the most merciless way. She's not just a friend to me; she's my absolute best friend, practically a sister, and she doesn't deserve this kind of pain. First, she had to endure the unimaginable loss of her parents just a few short months back, and now this heart-wrenching loss of her unborn child. Sabrina had been so excited about the baby, and we had spent countless hours shopping for baby clothes and making plans for the nursery. Seeing her joy vanish, replaced by this profound sorrow, is unbearable for me. I want to help, to take away her pain, but I know there are some wounds that only time and love can heal. Before she fell asleep again due to the medication Dr. Gray prescribed her, Sabrina con
Michal’s POV "Sebastian, I need to talk to you. It’s incredibly important. You can’t tell Shelly, and Sabrina absolutely cannot find out," I insist, urgency threading through my words. The weight of the secret I’m about to share feels like a boulder resting on my chest, heavy and suffocating. As I walk into Sebastian's spacious and neatly organized office, the soft hum of the overhead lighting buzzes in the silence. He’s seated behind his large mahogany desk, his attention buried in a mountain of paperwork. The walls are lined with bookshelves that reach the ceiling, filled with hardcovers and plants that bring life to the room. Sebastian looks up from his documents as I approach, his eyes narrowing under skeptical brows. He manages a welcoming wave, encouraging me to come closer. I hesitate for a moment, thinking about why I’m here in the first place and the promise I’m about to break to Sabrina, but I don't make him wait. I slip into the leather armchair across from him,
Michal’s POV Being part of the mafia often demands an unyielding exterior, a toughened skin that serves as armor in a dangerous world. The ability to project a sense of impenetrable strength is a necessity, especially during missions where any sign of vulnerability could lead to dire consequences. However, this facade becomes exponentially more challenging to maintain when facing personal tribulations, particularly when they involve those you love, such as Sabrina. News of Sabrina losing the baby hit with a force I wasn't prepared for. The grief was profound, an emotional battleground that I navigated with the awareness that I had to remain stoic and composed for the sake of others. It's a learned behavior, born from years of entrenchment in an unforgiving environment where emotions can be weaponized against you. Yet, behind closed doors, without the prying eyes of the outside world, the cracks in my façade began to show. Sabrina is grappling with a pain that words c
Sabrina’s POV “Michael, what should we do?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed. “It’s your choice, Sabrina. Do you want to go through it today, or let nature decide?” he replied gently. His words stirred my emotions, and I broke down in tears. Michael quickly embraced me, providing comfort. Everything felt confusing. I don’t believe in abortion, and the thought of taking action today feels wrong to me. It's so complicated. I may not be able to have kids due to my past—a secret known only to my friend Shelly. But with Michael holding me, I realize it’s time to share my truth with him. “Michael, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said softly, feeling ready to open up. His kind eyes encouraged me, assuring me that I’m not alone in this. I know after I tell him that he’s going to be upset and try taking matters into his own hands due to who he is, but it’s in the past for a reason and that’s where I needed to stay. “ What is it babe? What do you have to tell me?” he asks
Sabrina’s POV —Trigger Warning about Miscarriages— I can't believe how terrified I was to tell Michael about the possible miscarriage I might be experiencing. Whether it's due to my trust issues or some intangible fear lurking inside, I was certain he'd be upset with me, blaming me for it all. But thankfully, he isn't. He's been nothing but understanding and supportive, wrapping me in kind words, reassuring me that it's not my fault and that things like this sometimes happen. Now, here we are, making our way to Dr. Gray’s office for a much-needed check-up. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope that I'm simply bleeding and not experiencing a miscarriage. I cling to that hope as I clutch Michael’s hand, finding strength in his presence beside me. The pain forces me to pause every few minutes, and I can't help but worry. The pad I'm wearing serves as a grim reminder, absorbing the blood that signals the uncertainty we're facing. I dread the thought of creating a scene, but de