MasukArielle’s POVI woke up with tears sliding down my cheeks, silent and warm. Something inside me felt… off, though not painful. Just a strange tug in my chest, like I’d woken up from a long dream I couldn’t fully remember.“Arielle… baby.” A gentle hand shook my shoulder. I blinked against the dim morning light, startled. "It's alright, baby," Mom whispered softly, her voice warm in the quiet room. My chest heaved as I hugged the blanket tight. For a moment, everything felt tiny—the bed too narrow and the room too small. “Soraya, open the curtains,” Mom said firmly. Light spilled in through the holes in the thin curtains, painting the cabin in golden stripes. I squinted, then slowly blinked my eyes. The ceiling was wooden, warm-colored, and familiar. The old cabin. “We’re at the old cabin,” I whispered huskily, as the memory of our little family trip here drifted back. Sunlight glinted off floating dust motes, and the scent of old wood and incense made my chest squeez
Arielle’s POVSilence came first in my darkness.Not peace. Nor comfort. Just… nothing.The burning in my chest was gone.The suffocating panic, the sharp pain every time I tried to pull in air—it all vanished so suddenly it scared me.I tried to inhale out of habit, but my body didn’t respond.That was when I realized something was wrong.When I opened my eyes, I looked around, but there was no ceiling. No hospital lights or beeping machines.No voices calling my name—only darkness stretching endlessly, thick and weightless at the same time.It hit me then. I was probably dead. Or worse—in hell, the place I had once heard described as a pit of darkness and discomfort.So this was death. Because if I were alive, Mom and Soraya would have been by my side.The thought didn’t terrify me. It hurt—but quietly, like a bruise pressed too many times.I looked down at myself, shocked that I could even see my body in the darkness.I was whole.There was no oxygen tube attached to me. My h
Cassian’s POV“Next time, don’t fucking kiss me back—or look at me like that,” I snapped, my eyes fixed on the file in my hands. “It’s disgusting.”Tricia stood across from my desk, silent for a beat longer than usual.“How do you expect me to make it believable if I don’t?” she asked quietly.There it was. The same tired excuse.“I hired you for two damn reasons,” I said, finally lifting my gaze to her.She sighed. “I know. Because I’m a family friend and because I love money more than anything.”“Exactly,” I barked. “So when we’re in public, you act exactly how I instruct you to act. Nothing more. Nothing less. And when we’re alone, I don’t want you looking at me, flirting with me, or pretending we’re friendly. Am I clear?”“Yes,” she replied, but her voice wavered.She turned toward the door, then stopped.“Why did you choose me?” she asked softly. “Why hire me to be your fiancée?”I laughed without humor. “The contract you signed made it very clear you don’t get to ask questions.”
Evelyn’s POVI was wiping the kitchen counter happily when my phone rang.For a second, I ignored it. My hands were wet, and I was already annoyed that the new cabinets still didn’t feel like home. Then it rang again. And again.Something in my chest tightened."What a pain," I whispered, then dried my hands quickly and grabbed my phone, my eyes narrowing when I saw it was Arielle's number.“Hello, honey, I'm a little busy right now?” I answered.“Good afternoon. Am I speaking to Evelyn—Evelyn Mom?” the voice on the other end asked. It sounded calm and professional."Um, it was saved as Mom Evelyn. So am I speaking to Evelyn?" she asked.“Yes, this is her,” I replied slowly, already holding my breath.“This call is from the emergency department. The owner of this phone was brought in by ambulance. Her name is Arielle—”The world tilted.“What?” I breathed.“She collapsed in the street. A passerby called emergency services. She’s currently at Wonder hospital being—”I screamed.I didn’
Arielle’s POV “Arielle, hand me that box,” Mom called out with her usual light smile.I picked it up from the counter and walked it over to her, returning the smile even though my chest felt tight again.“How do you find our new home?” she asked in her soft and hopeful voice.“It’s perfect,” I said quickly before turning away as a cough forced its way up my throat.“You still have that cough?” she asked, watching me closely as I moved my hand away from my mouth and saw the tiny smear of red on my palm.“Yes,” I whispered, forcing the word out.“You have to see a doctor, dear.”“I will, Mom.”I didn’t wait for the conversation to continue. I rushed straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.The second I faced the mirror, my breath caught.Seven years.Seven years of avoiding mirrors, cameras, anything that forced me to face myself. And now here I was… staring at a version of me that didn’t feel like me at all.My skin was pale, almost washed out.I had dark circles under m
Cassian’s POV“Are you fucking dumb?” The words shot out of me before I could stop myself.The worker froze where he stood, his eyes wide as if he’d seen a ghost. He swallowed slowly and shook his head.“N–no, sir. I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to make such a mistake.”I let out a humorless laugh as I stepped closer to him, giving him that look I knew intimidated people.“So your sorry is supposed to fix this shit? That’s what you think?”“N–no, sir,” he repeated, his voice small.“Good. Then get the hell out. You’re fired.”His mouth trembled. His eyes glistened as if he was trying hard not to cry. I didn’t care. Or at least I told myself I didn’t.Before the man could even move, Slash’s hand landed hard on my shoulder.“You can’t fire him,” he said. “He’s one of our best guys here.”I shot him a look. “And you expect me to what? Shake his hand? Pat his back? Congratulate him for fucking up?”“I don’t expect you to feel anything,” Slash replied calmly. “I only expect you to be reas







