MasukDimitri's POV The hallway felt a little colder than necessary. It was also too quiet, and to me, safer than the dining table with those eyes glued on me. Somehow, the midst of its quietness, it was loud, because my head was busy replaying everything that happened. We were at the table, then Elon and Fort sat together. That wasn't too strange, but the way two of them were sitting, too close. Then, Elon suddenly started reacting strangely. And the way Fort didn't hide what he was doing to him. "Oh my God," I muttered, as I run a hand through my almost messy hair. This wasn't even the problem to start with. My problem was Laila. The way she sat there, behaving like I wasn't there, and wouldn't even spare me a glance. Her behavior shows she didn't rate last night. Like it never happened in her world. I can swear that it meant nothing to her. I tried to put myself together, as I paced around the place. To me, it meant a lot. I have been waiting for that day, because I started loving
Fort's POV "Go on, Elon."I watched him find it hard to even swallow his own saliva. "I'm okay, no...need...to...worry."But Dimitri wasn't one to buy such story. "You're obviously sweating, even with the Ac on."I'm only warm, nothing...much." Elon countered quickly. "That's completely different from what I'm saying," Dimitri replied flatly. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, just for me not to burt into laugh. I was amused at how my touch could make him lose his mind, and turn him into a stammerer. "Maybe he's just nervous, something like that," I said. "Nervous about what exactly?" Laila asked, still wanting him to talk. That's a good question, and I would want to hear him talk, say something. I watched him struggle like a speech impaired person. He couldn't find the right answer to give them, couldn't give them another excuse for his sudden lose in concentration, and sweating all around. The tension continued building up. He tried to stay focused, to
Fort's POV Everywhere soon returned to silence just the way it was before intervened, but my eyes never left Dimitri."You're staring again." Dimitri said. I didn't look up to know he was talking to me. "Am I?" I said calmly. "Yes," Laila added, as she dragged her spoon in a very lazy way through the dessert. "It's quite unsettling." That made me glance up, to know what they were actually talking about. To be honest, this has to be the longest I stayed in a dining table, especially for breakfast. "Then, you shouldn't give me something to stare at in the first place "Laila scoffed. She was back at it again, at her normal self, and it's warming to watch. "Please. I'm not the one performing for you.""No," Dimitri muttered, jumping in without invitation, "you're already doing wores than that."Her eyes flickered to his direction, bringing back their normal barter back, and I knod if like it. "Excuse me?""It's nothing," he replied, as he went ahead to take another bite, his way of a
Fort's POV Morning was supposed to be quiet, refreshing, and predictable. But this particular morning? It was nothing of those. The moment I left my room, and entered the dinning area, I knew there would be chaos. Though it wasn't that obvious, but I can still feel it. It was as if something had happened, and no one was willing to talk about it. Dimitri was the first to come out, and he was already seated before I arrived. His posture was rigid, and a cup of coffee in his hand, but I noticed he hadn't taken even a sip from it. If I'm not mistaken, I will say he was demanding for an answer from it, with the way he was staring at it. The next to arrive was Laila, who quietly sat across him, also still, and too composed for the kind of person she is. That alone raised my suspicion higher. "Elon," I finally decided to initiate a conversation, looking away from the two chaos seating with us at the dining. Elon was standing more like he was lost on where to sit. But when I called his a
Fort's POV The door finally closed, but with a quiet click. Everything around me felt too quiet for my liking. But one funny thing; my head was loud, too loud for the loud it's carrying. The more I tried to push that scene aside, the more it appeared before me. I couldn't unsee it, because I saw everything. Dimitri and Laila were kissing intensely, and passionately, the best I have seen Laila at.They were no more arguing like before, no trading of insults, and definitely, none of them tried tearing each other down like before. Everything felt real, like they had been hiding this for so long. It was like everything they were doing, all the barter, was their way of trying to hide whatever they had going on. I dragged my hands forcefully down my face, as I exhaled slowly, doing everything possible to shake it off. I wanted it not to matter, but it refused to go. Dimitri is an adult, and could do whatever the hell he deemed fit with Laila. They were both liabilities, but in their own
Dimitri's POV She stood there, staring at me and saying nothing. For the first time since I met Laila, she didn't know what to say. She was speechless. Laila that never lacked words to say could not utter a single thing. "It wasn't just about Lina as I made everyone believe," she admitted sincerely. "It was all about...not truly knowing where I stood at that time.""With Fort, right?" I asked.She nodded once, but it wasn't convincing to me. I knew there was more to that. "And what about now that you came back?" She parted her lips to talk, then closed it right back without saying anything. "I still haven't figured it out." I knew it. She was supposed to be all over Fort, but she chose to be following me around like I'm holding her kidney. It was very raw, honest, and ugly at the same time. "You came back because you wanted to fix that with him, right?' I asked, just to be sure. "I came back, this time to take what belongs to me," she said, a d it was beginning to get clearer
Fort’s POVThirty minutes, My eyes flicked to my watch again.It had been Thirty Minutes.My jaw clenched slightly as I lowered my wrist, forcing my facial expression to remain neutral as another guest passed by me with a polite smile I didn&
Elon’s POVThe dress clung to my body like a second skin—deep burgundy, smooth silk that caught the light with every slight movement. It dipped low at the back, exposing just enough skin to be distracting without being obvious.The front was w
Elon’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the way Fort acted. It had been hours since the fight, since the gun had been pressed against my skull and everything in my life had balanced on the edge of someone else’s trigger finger.And whe
Fort’s POVThe mansion had returned to its regular silence.Except the distant movement of guards clearing debris, the faint scrape of furniture being dragged back into place, quiet voices exchanging orders in the corridors.But the chaos was







