LOGIN~NEW BEGINNING~
He reached for me again, offering his hand. I stared at it for half a second too long. Then I ignored it and forced myself upright alone, still holding Ariel so tightly my arms had gone numb. Pain ripped through my ribs, but I swallowed it. I had trusted one man before. I wouldn’t make that mistake twice. Ariel kept crying against my neck, tiny shoulders shaking. I brushed her hair back with trembling fingers and forced a smile I didn’t feel. “Ariel, look at me, baby.” My voice was hoarse. “The bad guys are gone now. See? They’re gone.” She sniffled and slowly lifted her head. Her wet lashes blinked as she looked around the room, the men on the floor, the strangers with guns, the danger fading inch by inch. Her sobs quieted into shaky breaths. Then she pointed a tiny finger at the man in black. “He is an angel,” she whispered. “He saved us, Mummy.” For the first time, the stranger laughed. It was low and brief, but warm enough to catch me off guard. The sound changed him. The room had felt colder with him in it, sharper somehow, but that laugh cracked something human through the steel. Even my rigid shoulders loosened a little. One of his men crouched by the scattered jewelry and cash, gathering everything back into my bag. He glanced at me. “Are these valuables yours, ma’am?” “Yes,” I answered quietly. “They’re mine.” His eyes flicked over my bruised face, then to the expensive items, then back to me with an unreadable look. Pity? Curiosity? Judgment? When he finished packing everything, he handed the bag to the stranger instead of me. The stranger weighed it once in his hand, looked inside briefly, then stepped forward and returned it to me without a word. No comment. No accusation. No question. Just those dark eyes studying me as if he already knew this wasn’t the luggage of a spoiled rich wife. Then he turned and walked toward the exit. I followed because I had nowhere else to go. The corridor outside swayed around me. My vision blurred at the edges. The adrenaline was fading, leaving only pain and exhaustion. I dragged one hand along the wall to steady myself. “Mummy?” Ariel touched my cheek. “Are you fine?” Before I could answer, the stranger slowed beside me. “You’re badly bruised,” he said, voice quieter now. “And in more pain than you’re admitting.” His eyes dropped to Ariel in my arms. “You shouldn’t be carrying her. I can take her for you.” Every nerve in my body tightened. I straightened despite the agony and shook my head. “No. I’m fine.” I was not fine, but I would crawl before handing my child to a man I didn’t know, even one who had saved us. Something unreadable crossed his face. Amusement, maybe. Respect. He didn’t push. Instead, he walked ahead and led us outside. Cold night air hit my skin like water. Several black vehicles waited under dim lights, engines running. Men stood guard around them like shadows with weapons. He opened the rear door of one car himself. I slid into the back seat carefully, biting back a cry as my bruised body folded inward. Ariel climbed off my lap and settled beside me, immediately reaching for my hand. The door shut. The driver pulled away. For a moment, no one spoke. The hum of the road filled the silence. Then curiosity overpowered fear. I turned to the man seated across from us in the dim cabin light. “Who are you?” I asked softly. “And… how did you find us?” Before he could answer, Ariel reached over and patted my hair the way I always soothed hers. Then she looked at him with innocent seriousness. “Did Daddy ask you to save us?” The stranger chuckled under his breath. “No, little one.” He leaned back slightly, eyes still on me. “Firstly, my name is Ethan. And I’ve been tracking those men for weeks. Watching them. Waiting for them to slip.” His expression hardened for a second. “One of my men was keeping an eye on them tonight. He called to say they had taken a woman and a child.” His gaze held mine in the darkness. “So I came.” “And why were you after them?” I asked quietly. Streetlights slid across the windows in flashes of gold and shadow, making his face appear and disappear in fragments. Sharp jaw. Calm eyes. A man who looked too composed for someone who had just walked into gunfire. He rested one arm against the seat, gaze forward. “They stole from me,” he said at last. “And now they’ll pay for it.” There was no anger in his tone. That was the frightening part. Just certainty. Then his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “You still haven’t told me your name.” His gaze dropped to Ariel sleeping across my lap, then to the bag clenched in my bruised hand. “And you haven’t explained why you were out at this hour with your daughter and a bag full of valuables.” I looked down at Ariel. Tears had dried on her cheeks. Her lashes rested softly against her skin, as if this night hadn’t nearly stolen her from me. One tiny hand was wrapped around my dress, even in sleep. I stroked her curls carefully. “My name is Amaya.” The name sounded strange leaving my mouth. “And I ran,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “I ran before he could kill me in that house.” The car grew quiet. Even the driver seemed to listen. “I knew another woman would replace me the moment I was gone,” I said, staring out the window. “And I couldn’t leave my daughter there to be raised by cruelty.” His jaw flexed slightly. “Damn,” he murmured. It was the first honest reaction anyone had given me in years. No blame. No lecture. No ‘what did you do to make him angry?‘ Just damn. I tightened my grip on the bag. “As for the valuables…” I lifted it slightly. “They’re mine.” The remains of my pain. “With this, my daughter and I could survive for a while. Until I find work.” He studied me in the mirror for a long moment. “So,” he said quietly, “you have nowhere to go.” It wasn’t cruel. It was simply true. “Take us to a hotel,” I said, turning back to the window before he could see the tears rising again. “I wouldn’t advise that.” Something in his tone made me look up. “Why not?” I asked. I already knew the answer. Brown could find me anywhere if he wanted. Money opened doors. Fear kept them open, and he wouldn't mind searching the whole of Santiago. Still, I needed to hear another option. “Because a man with money and power can find a woman in a hotel before sunrise,” he said. “Especially if he believes she still belongs to him.” My stomach dropped. Brown would search every place. He would bribe clerks. Threaten managers. Pull security footage. Smile in public while dragging me back in private. “Don’t you have family?” he asked. “Parents? Siblings?” A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “They’re the worst option.” I pictured my mother calling Brown before I even sat down. My father asking what I’d done to upset my husband. My sister announcing my misery like gossip. Blood did not always mean safety. He was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I don’t usually offer this.” The car slowed. Outside, a cheap roadside hotel blinked with broken neon lights. “But you and your daughter can come with me. Stay there until you decide your next move.” I turned fully toward him. The city light cut across his face now. Handsome in a severe, dangerous way. “I don’t know you,” I said honestly. “No,” he replied. “You don’t.” The car stopped. He looked at me through the mirror again. “But I saved you. I’m not forcing anything.” He nodded toward the hotel entrance. “You can walk in there tonight… and your husband will probably find you by morning.” My chest tightened. The choice sat between us like a loaded weapon. A stranger… or the monster I knew. I looked down at Ariel. She shifted in her sleep and curled closer to me, trusting me completely. Trusting me to keep her safe when I had already failed for four years. No more screaming. No more hiding in closets. No more teaching my child to stay silent when men got angry. If I went back to Brown, one day his hand would miss me and land on her. That thought burned every doubt out of me. I lifted my head slowly. “Brown finding me means dying by his hand,” I said. My voice was steadier than I felt. “I already started this new journey tonight.” My fingers spread protectively over Ariel’s back. “I’m not turning back now.” I met his grey eyes fixed on me. “I’ll come with you.”~DID I HEAR WRONG?~ AMAYA’S POV His fingers found the throbbing spot between my legs and rubbed slow, deliberate circles right through the thin fabric of my shorts. Even with the material still between us I felt every stroke like it was bare skin. My eyes fluttered shut. Heat pooled low and sharp, making my hips roll for more, already aching to feel him properly. “Oh damn, Amaya… you’re soaked.” His voice was low and rough as he played with me through the damp cloth. I wanted the fabric gone—wanted his fingers on my bare pussy, nothing between us. A sharp rip answered the thought. “Ethannn…” I breathed, eyes still closed, thighs already spreading. “You’re always ripping shit off me. The other pair of—” The rest of the sentence died the second his mouth replaced his hand. Hot, wet tongue dragged over my newly exposed pussy in one long, filthy lick. I moaned, the sound breaking open as he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard. He’d only torn the cro
~NOT REALLY EXERCISING~ AMAYA’S POV “Oh, silly. Don’t be a crybaby now. You’re stubborn, and Brown only corrects you sometimes. That doesn’t mean you pack your things, take my granddaughter, and run away.” Her tone was so dismissive that anger immediately tightened my chest. “Would you have said the same thing if I were your daughter?” I asked. There was silence. For a moment, I thought she might actually consider the question. “I didn’t call to mince words with you,” she finally said. “Either you do the right thing, or you choose between leaving the marriage and losing your daughter.” I scoffed. “Oh, please. Brown has already tried to blackmail me with that. It won’t work on me. And I don’t have the time or energy to argue with you, Caroline Hilton.” She scoffed on the other end. “Brown told me you had changed. I thought he was bluffing.” Her voice became colder. “All right, Amaya. We’ll see.” The call ended. I stared at my phone, my jaw clenched
~UNEXPECTED CALL~ AMAYA’S POV At the dining table, chicken soup and rice were already waiting, the steam curling upward as the aroma filled my nose. My stomach practically growled again as I took a seat beside Ethan, rubbing my palms together in anticipation. I heard him chuckle. “That’s excitement for food.” Maria reached for the serving spoon, but Ethan held out his hand. “I’ll do it.” He took the spoon from her and served me first, filling my plate before serving his own. I waited until he sat down before we both started eating. The first spoonful made me close my eyes briefly. “Oh my God.” Ethan laughed under his breath. I didn’t realize how hungry I had been until I was already halfway through my second serving. By the time I finally stopped, I was completely full, leaning back in my chair with a hand resting over my stomach. Later, instead of going straight to my room, I went into the living room and sank onto the couch. I needed to let my
~THOUGHTFUL~ AMAYA’S POV “Really?” Ariel turned toward him, her eyes lighting up. “Yes, little princess.” Ethan smiled and walked upstairs with the shopping bags still in his hands. I wanted to tell him to hand them over, but the way he had barely spoken to me since we left the office made me keep quiet. I wasn’t about to force a conversation he clearly didn’t want to have. I turned toward Ariel. “Okay, that is not permission to paint the whole house red.” She giggled. “I got you candy,” I announced. “Ouuu!” Her face immediately brightened. Maria approached from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a small towel as we exchanged greetings. I took Ariel upstairs with me, and when I entered my room, I found the shopping bags Ethan had been carrying neatly placed on my vanity. I stared at them for a moment before smiling despite myself. He could be grumpy, difficult and impossible to read, but he was still thoughtful. I put Ariel down on my bed. “Mummy,
~CAT & MOUSE~ ~AMAYA’S POV~ “I haven’t seen her for a while,” he continued. “She’s my daughter too, Amaya. Surely you’re not going to keep her from me just because you’re angry with me.” “I’m not keeping Ariel from you,” I said, my voice quieter now. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going home with you.” Brown stepped closer. “Then let me at least see her.” I held his gaze for a moment. I didn’t want another argument, especially not with Ethan standing there watching every word between us. “Fine. You’ll see Ariel. I’ll bring her with me to work tomorrow, and you can see her here. But I’m not letting you take me home.” I stood my ground. “I was already about to leave before you came in.” Brown’s expression tightened, but I didn’t give him room to argue. I glanced between the two men, grabbed my bag from the chair, and walked out. The moment I reached my desk, I picked up my things and headed straight for the elevator. I didn’t want to explain mys
~IN THE MIDDLE~ AMAYA’S POV I walked back to my desk, my eyes drifting toward Ethan’s closed door. He had looked genuinely angry, without even giving me a chance to explain, though maybe that was for the best. We needed distance and a reminder of why we were here in the first place. I sighed. Who was I fooling? I spent the rest of the afternoon buried in work. Ethan remained in his office, and apart from a few instructions sent through email, he barely acknowledged me. I told myself I preferred it that way, but every time his door opened, my eyes instinctively lifted. By closing time, most of the floor had emptied. I packed my laptop and slipped my phone into my bag, already thinking about getting home to Ariel. I still needed to stop somewhere for the candy I had promised her. Ethan was still inside, making me hesitate before walking toward his office and knocking twice. “Come in,” he answered. I opened the door. He was behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his







