LOGINNorth’s POVI wanted to meet the mother of a man I was technically sleeping with under contract.Jules thought honesty would solve the problem.“Just tell him you don’t want to go,” she said for the fifth time that afternoon.We were sitting at one of the private restaurants inside the golf club, surrounded by polished marble floors, expensive perfume, and people who looked like they had never experienced stress a day in their lives. Sunlight spilled through the giant windows overlooking the green fields outside while waiters floated around carrying dishes that cost more than my family’s monthly expenses back then.Meanwhile, I sat there dressed in luxury clothes bought by Lucien, eating food prepared by chefs whose salaries probably rivaled those of lawyers.My life had become ridiculous.“You say that like he’s normal,” I replied dryly before taking another sip of my drink. “That man hears ‘no’ and turns it into a negotiation.”Jules snorted before immediately stuffing another forkf
Lucien’s POVHis brows furrowed faintly.“As my boyfriend,” I added softly.That woke him up faster than expected.North shifted slightly in my arms before looking at me properly, and the change in his expression hurt more than I anticipated because caution settled there almost instantly.“This is still a contract, Lucien,” he said bluntly, his voice calm but distant in a way that made my chest tighten. “We aren’t boyfriends.”The words sliced through me with embarrassing ease.Months ago, he would have rolled his eyes and accepted the title with playful annoyance, maybe even teased me for sounding too serious, yet now he said it like he needed the boundary, like he was reminding both of us where we truly stood.Pain settled heavily in my stomach, though I forced myself to keep my expression neutral.“I know what the contract says,” I replied quietly, continuing to stroke his hair because stopping would somehow make the distance between us feel worse.North watched me for a moment bef
North’s POV"Please," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Please don't leave me like this."He finally looked at me, his eyes filled with a sadness so deep it felt like it could swallow us both. "You already did, Lucien," he said, his voice a quiet, broken thing. "You already left."The words were a physical blow, but they were also the truth. I had left. I had retreated behind my walls of money and control, and I had left him alone.I had been so focused on keeping him that I had forgotten to be with him. I had been so terrified of losing him that I had already pushed him away.I sank to my knees in front of him, my forehead resting against his stomach, my arms wrapping around his waist. I was begging. I, Lucien Crowe, was on my knees, begging. "I'm sorry," I whispered, the words foreign and clumsy on my tongue. "I'm so, so sorry."He didn't say anything. He just stood there, his body tense, his hands hanging at his sides. But he didn't push me away.He let me hold him, let me pour my p
North’s POV“You think one year is enough to settle everything between us?”His expression didn’t change.“That’s what you get,” he replied simply.Sadness settled deeper than I expected.Because this wasn’t a negotiation anymore.This was him limiting me, limiting us, putting an end date on something I couldn’t imagine ending.“But what about you?” I asked, stepping closer, my voice softening despite myself, searching his face for something, anything that resembled what we used to have. “Don’t you want anything for yourself?”He looked at me then.Properly.And the exhaustion in his eyes hit harder than anger ever could.There was no fire in them.No teasing defiance.No warmth.Just… tiredness.“I want this to be over,” he said, his voice low, stripped of everything except honesty.The answer landed heavier than any insult he could have thrown at me.My chest tightened, something uncomfortable settling deep within me as I held his gaze, trying to find something else there, something
Lucien’s POVThe justification sat on the tip of my tongue, fragile now, almost hollow. Everything I had done, every decision I made, every line I crossed, all of it had been for him, yet I already knew how it would look through his eyes.Control.Manipulation.A cage disguised as care.I left Munich immediately.The trip no longer mattered, the meetings became irrelevant, and Japan already felt like a lifetime ago as I boarded the jet, my mind refusing to rest, running through every possible outcome, every version of him walking away, every scenario where I lost him because I underestimated how much he valued freedom over comfort.Sleep never came.The hours stretched endlessly, each one dragging against my nerves until exhaustion settled into my bones, yet even that couldn’t overpower the tension gripping my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him leaving, turning his back, choosing a life that didn’t include me.By the time I arrived, the penthouse felt wrong.Empty in a way
North’s POVLucien Crowe didn’t step back.He moved closer.Hands came to my shoulders, gripping tighter than necessary, shaking me slightly as if forcing me to feel every word he was about to say, his expression no longer composed, no longer controlled, something raw and desperate breaking through.“I love you,” he said, his voice strained, intense, like repeating it enough times would make everything else disappear. “Do you understand that? I love you.”The words hit again and again, like he thought saying them would erase everything I had just learned, like love alone could rewrite the truth.Anger surged.“Stop saying that like it fixes anything,” I snapped, pushing against him, but his grip only tightened. “You think that changes what you did? You think that makes it okay?”“I did it for you,” he insisted, shaking his head, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to make me see something I refused to accept. “Everything I did, I did it to keep you with me.”“That’s not love,”
North’s POVJeremy escorted me back to my room for reasons I could not understand. I did not need supervision.The longer I watched him walk beside me with that polished, obedient smirk, the more I wished I had seen through his performance from the beginning. But if I had, I would not be here now.
North’s POVI watched him turn toward the hallway, coat shifting with the movement.“Follow me.”That was it.No explanation. No glance back.And still, I followed.There was something about being near him that rewired my pulse. It wasn’t fear exactly. It was anticipation sharpened to a dangerous p
North’s POVHer silence stretched too long.I looked up.She wasn’t folding anymore.“If you don’t tell me who he is,” she said evenly, “you are not leaving this house. And if you leave without my consent, I will not receive a single cent from you.”She meant it.In moments like this, I missed my f
North’s POVAs I reached our gate, the scent hit me.Garlic sizzling in oil. Fish sauce was blooming in the heat. Fresh basil torn by hand. Jasmine rice was steaming.Pad kra pao.She only made that when she wanted everyone at the table.I slipped inside and dodged Winter’s questions about where I’







