تسجيل الدخولI laughed softly.“It’s not weird. It’s relief. Look—”I showed her the smooth batter forming. “See how it’s coming together nicely?”“You said I should keep you company. Why are you trying to teach me how to make pancakes? Now I see your real plan,” she said.I laughed. “Alright, you caught me.”I added a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of baking powder, then let her stir for a few seconds.“Your turn. Just gentle circles, don’t overmix it.”She rolled her eyes but took the whisk. “I’m only doing this because I called you three people earlier. That was mean.”I smiled at her. “Apology accepted.”She reminded me so much of Mitch — saying things that hurt but then trying to fix them. The main difference was that Bella always tried to make things right much faster than he did.While she stirred, I heated the pan and added a little butter, watching it melt and sizzle.“So when exactly am I going to stop doing this?” she asked, already sounding tired.I ignored her on purpose and ladled some
LENA'S POVMitch and I had a real moment for the first time in years. I was so happy to hear him confess his weaknesses and apologize for hurting me.We hugged tightly and even almost kissed, but the moment was cut short by his phone ringtone.He stepped outside the house to take the call and hasn’t returned to the room since. Although I was curious, I didn’t try to pry. He deserved his own space.I didn’t even bother preparing for work because I wanted to cherish this day together with him. I hoped he would stay home with me, at least for today.While waiting for him to finish his phone call, I decided to make breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and found Bella scrolling through her phone.“Finally. I thought you two were going to have a marathon of sex and forget breakfast,” Bella said.“What were you in here for in the first place if you weren’t trying to cook?” I asked, more amused than annoyed by her attitude this time.“Well, I was hungry so I tried watching a YouTube tutorial
Trembling, I covered my face with both hands, fingers pressing hard into my eyes.I opened my mouth, and my voice came out in a broken tone I hadn’t heard in years."I wish I was older… I wish she would look at me the way she looks at him… I wish—""Enough!"Damon’s voice cut through the air like a whip.Blood trickled down the side of his face as he stood over me, breathing hard."If she’s meant to be yours, all that won’t stop her," he said. "Honestly, you are not drunk enough, I see. I thought you were wasted, talking like a pathetic fanboy. What kind of obsession do you have for that woman? It’s not healthy."He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at me with a mix of disappointment and concern."What the fuck has gotten into you? These days you behave like some kid who can’t handle rejection rather than the young master I know. What do you think the Senior Boss and the Chairman would say if they saw you acting like a pathetic loser because of a
What an idiot.How dare he refer to Lena as a gold digger?"You think Lena is going to be impressed by money and suddenly change her heart to accept me?" I asked."Money changes people, young master. Even a poor man will become your bitch for money."A bitter laugh slipped out of me as I ran a hand down my face in disbelief."How foolish of you. Lena is a literal goddess! No amount of money could ever win her heart. Her love is worth more than money. You think you know her, but you don’t. She is not like the women you see out there. Lena is *Lena*. She is beautiful, strong, sweet, graceful, sexy… She is everything I’ve ever wanted. A dream. A prayer. A gift to mankind. How dare you insult her and compare her to other women? Have you lost your mind?"I snapped.His eyes widened, then he shook his head."Honestly, young master, I think I should be the one asking that question. Have *you* lost your mind? You should probably stop drinking for now."I ignored him and reached for another bo
TARZAN'S POVI sat in front of the coffee table, staring at the empty bottles of wine I’d used to drown out the pain.However, pain seemed to return after every single bottle.She left.She didn’t choose me.Mitch won again.I tried to fight the envy, bitterness, and jealousy raging like a monster inside me, but I couldn’t."I hate to say this, young master, but she will always put her husband first. Your relationship with her is still undefined… or shall we say, you’re where she runs when things fall apart. Where she hides. Where she survives. But you’re not where she stays. She sees you as a younger brother, you see her as a lover. It's a waste of time".Damon delivered the words a few seconds after returning from taking Lena back home.Something inside my chest cracked.His words hit harder than they should have. Not because they were disrespectful, but because some part of me knew he wasn’t entirely wrong.I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening at my sides as I stared straight ahe
I dragged her toward the master bedroom. “Mitch, please—!” She stumbled behind me, trying to pull away, but I was stronger. I pushed the door open, shoved her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her before she could scramble away. My hands went straight to her pants. The fabric tore with a loud rip as I yanked it down her thighs. She struggled beneath me, legs kicking. “Mitch, please! Wait!” I forced her thighs apart roughly. My eyes dropped between her legs. She looked wet. The sight sent a rush of anger and something darker through my chest. I haven’t seen her this exposed in almost three years. She still looked tight. I pushed one finger inside her without warning. “What… what are you doing?!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Checking my wife’s slut hole to see if you cheated on me,” I growled. “You belong to me, Lena. Stop fighting.” “Slut?” Her eyes widened. “How dare you call me that?!” Then she kicked hard. Her foot connected with my cheek, snappin







