LOGINElliot's POVI opened the door to Jonah's house with the spare key and stepped inside. The house was quiet and the lights were off. The only source of light was the full moon and the kitchen stove clock.I quietly closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery glow over Jonah’s sleeping form. He lay on his side, one arm tucked under the pillow, his breathing slow and steady. My heart ached as I watched him, the weight of the day pressing down on my chest.I sighed, running a hand through my hair, and began to undress. My movements were slow, deliberate, as if I were trying to shed not just my clothes but the tension that had been building inside me all day. I slipped into bed beside Jonah, the cool sheets brushing against my skin. Jonah stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. The wedding, the merger, my parents
Jonah's POVI got into the car, keys in the ignition. I couldn't wait till I got home. Whipping out my phone, I decided to call the blackmailer's number. It went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, I tried again. It went to voicemail again. I decided to leave a voicemail."Look, I don't know who you are or what you're playing at. I just want you to know you won't get away with it. I'll make sure you're destroyed," I said, seething, my teeth clenched and a tight grip on my phone.A beep was heard, signaling the voicemail had been sent. I groaned in frustration and took out my anger on the steering wheel as I continued hitting it. I took a few minutes to calm down before starting the ignition and driving off.My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove home, my mind filled with anger and frustration and my heart beating fast. The blackmailer had crossed a line by involving my parents, and I was determined to put an end to it. Just as I pulled into my driveway, my ph
Jonah's POVMy mother’s voice was icy. “Don’t play dumb with me, Jonah. It’s a recording of you and, and some girl. It’s explicit, Jonah. Explicit! What were you thinking?”I froze, my mind spinning. The blackmailer had sent the recording, but my parents thought it was a girl. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by guilt. I hated lying to my parents, but I had no choice. If they found out the truth, it would destroy them.“Mom, I… I can explain,” I stammered, my voice shaky. “It’s not what you think.”“Not what I think?” my mother snapped. “Jonah, this is unacceptable. You’re supposed to be setting an example, not, not carrying on like some reckless teenager. Who is this girl? And why would someone send us something like this?”I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “It’s, it’s complicated, Mom. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean for anyone to find out.”My mother sighed, her voice softening slightly. “Jonah, I don’t want to lecture you, but this is serio
Jonah's POVCHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT"Oh, I'll definitely stop you. You can't get away with this," I said defiantly."Well, the only way you can stop me is if you deliver ten thousand dollars by the end of this week," the figure said."Ten thousand dollars?!" I exclaimed."Yes, ten thousand dollars. Drop it off at P.O. box 5210." The figure nodded."Well, I don't know who you are, but you're not getting my money or ruining my life," I told the figure."Well, I don't have the energy for this back and forth with you anymore. I want my money by Friday, or else," the figure said, threatening me.Before I could respond, the figure turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing alone on the pier, my mind racing with questions. I turned, thoughts flying through my mind as I slowly walked back home. I couldn't deal with this. Telling Elliot was out of the question, and if I knew anything about blackmailers, they'd continue to ask for money and run you into t
Elliot's POVCHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENClara's voice softened. "You don't have to thank me, Elliot. I care about you, and I want you to be happy. But we need to be smart about this. No more risks, okay? No more public outings, no more sneaking around. You and Jonah need to lay low until the wedding."I clenched my jaw, the weight of Clara's words settling heavily on my shoulders. "I know. It's just... it's hard, Clara. I hate hiding. I hate lying to everyone. Jonah is not going to like this either; it's going to destroy the little progress we just made.""I know," Clara said gently. "But it's the only way to protect yourselves right now. Once the merger is done, we can figure out a way to make this work. But for now, you have to play the part."I sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "You're right. I just hope we can hold out that long.""You will," Clara said firmly. "You're stronger than you think, Elliot. And you're not alone in this. I've got your back."I
Jonah's POVThe door creaked open, revealing the dark expanse of the front yard. The streetlight cast long shadows across the grass, and the bushes near the window swayed slightly in the breeze. But there was no sign of anyone or anything out there.I let out a shaky breath, my shoulders relaxing slightly. "Maybe it was just the wind."Elliot nodded, though his eyes continued to scan the yard. "Yeah, maybe."Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I saw a black sedan pulling out from the dark end of the street and zooming off. Elliot instinctively ran towards the car, trying to reach the stalker. "Forget about it, Elliot, just come back!" I called out to him.I stood biting my nails nervously. Elliot, reaching the end of the street, gave up. He dropped his shoulders and walked back to the door.We stepped back inside and closed the door, neither of us could shake the feeling that we were being watched. The warmth of the evening was gone, replaced by a lingering sense of dread.Elli







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