LOGINRachael’s POVI stared at the message for a long moment.‘Delivered?’My fingers hovered over the screen.Then I typed.‘What do you mean?’The reply came almost immediately.Of course it did.‘The guest list.’I blinked.That was it.Nothing more.No follow up.No explanation.Just… that.My chest tightened slightly.Because for some reason…That wasn’t what I had expected.‘I’ll send it today,’ I typed.A pause.Long enough to feel intentional.Then…‘Make sure you do.’I stared at the screen for a second longer before locking my phone, waiting for another notification.The conversation was normal.Simple.Exactly what it should be.And yet…It didn’t feel that way.My dad and mom were locked up in his room, probably too embarrassed to face this scandal again.“Still thinking about it?”I looked up.Jonathan stood by the entrance of the living room.Watching me.Not casually.Carefully.“I’m fine,” I said.He didn’t move.“You don’t look fine.”“I didn’t sleep well.”“That’s not wha
Rachael’s POVBy the time I got back to the penthouse, it was quiet.Too quiet.The lights were dim.Clinton was gone.Relief flooded through me instantly.Sharp… immediate… almost overwhelming.Then…“Finally.”I froze.Bella sat on the couch.Wide awake.Watching me.“You’re late.”“I know.”She stood up.And walked toward me slowly.Then suddenly grinned.“You actually went.”I blinked.“You’re not angry?”“Why would I be angry?”“I missed Clinton.”Bella shrugged.“Good.”“That’s not good.”“That’s great.”She smiled wider.“For once, you chose yourself.”Something about the way she said it felt… proud.Like I had passed some kind of test I didn’t even realize I was taking.I set my bag down slowly.“You don’t understand.”“Then explain.”“He came for the list.”“And?”“I wasn’t here.”Bella tilted her head.“And the world didn’t end.”“Bella.”“What?” she said lightly. “You act like Clinton is going to cancel the wedding because you were late.”I didn’t respond immediately.Becau
Rachael’s POVI stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before reaching for my phone.I didn’t need to unlock it to know what I would see.But I did anyway.Two messages.From Daniel.“You really do owe me one.Hope I didn’t ruin your story.”I exhaled softly.Of course he would say something like that.Casual.Unbothered.Like last night hadn’t been a carefully balanced disaster waiting to collapse.My thumb hovered over the screen.I should ignore it.Delete the number.Pretend none of this had ever happened.That would be the smart thing to do.Instead, I locked the phone and dropped it beside me.Not deleting it.Not replying either.Just… leaving it there.Like the problem would somehow solve itself if I didn’t look at it long enough.A knock sounded against my door.Before I could respond, it opened.Bella walked in.Barefoot. Slightly messy hair. Still in her oversized sleep shirt.She didn’t say anything at first.Just looked at me.“You look like you didn’t sleep,” she said.
Bella’s POVI knew it was a dream.Not at first.At first it felt too real.The hallway was familiar.Long.Quiet.Cold in that strange way large houses sometimes felt at night.I stood at the end of it barefoot, staring toward the front door.The lights were dim.Everything looked slightly blurred around the edges, like the world hadn’t finished loading properly.But the door was clear.Wide open.And Jonathan was standing there.My chest tightened instantly.“Daddy?”My voice echoed strangely down the hallway.He didn’t answer.He was facing the door.His back to me.Suit jacket on.Phone in one hand.Exactly the way he used to look when he left for long trips when I was little.A horrible, familiar feeling started creeping into my chest.“Daddy?”I took a few steps forward.My feet felt heavy.Like the floor was pulling me backward.Jonathan still didn’t turn around.He was talking to someone.Quietly.Too quietly for me to hear the words.I moved faster now.Panic starting to clim
Rachael’s POV“I’m team Daniel.”Bella announced it like she had just made a major political declaration.I stared at her from across the living room.“You cannot have teams for my life.”Bella sat up straighter on the couch.“Yes, I can.”Jonathan quietly set his keys on the kitchen counter.Bella pointed dramatically toward the door, as if Daniel might still be standing in the hallway.“I mean, did you see that?”I rubbed my forehead.“See what?”“The hug!”“It was a normal hug.”Bella gasped like I had just insulted her intelligence.“That was not a normal hug.”Jonathan walked toward the bar area, loosening his tie slightly.Bella turned toward him.“Tell her.”Jonathan picked up a glass.“Tell her what?”“That it wasn’t normal.”Jonathan poured himself a drink before answering.“I’m not sure I’m qualified to judge the emotional significance of hugs.”Bella pointed at him accusingly.“You’re avoiding the question.”“I’m observing,” he corrected calmly.Bella leaned back against th
Rachael’s POVThe car ride to Suzu Café was far too quiet.Bella sat in the passenger seat practically vibrating with excitement, her phone still clutched in her hand like the message from the waiter might suddenly disappear if she let go of it.Jonathan drove.Which I hadn’t expected.Clinton usually insisted on drivers, but Jonathan had taken the keys without discussion when Bella announced we were leaving. Now one hand rested casually on the steering wheel while the other adjusted the car slightly as we turned onto the street where the café sat.He looked completely calm.Bella, on the other hand, had turned halfway around in her seat so she could face me.“I still can’t believe this is happening.”I leaned back slightly.“Bella, we’re going to a café. You’re acting like we’re uncovering a conspiracy.”“This is a conspiracy,” she said dramatically. “A romantic one.”Jonathan spoke without looking away from the road.“That’s not a real category.”Bella ignored him.“You met this mys
Rachael's POVThe room is already too loud when I walk in.Fabric samples cover the long table, silks, satins, and lace in shades of ivory, champagne, and blush. The wedding planner talks endlessly about color themes and preparation, but my head is pounding. Everything feels too tight, too fast lik
Rachael's POVBella is already halfway out the door when she remembers."Oh Rachael," she says, spinning back toward me, her phone pressed to her ear, excitement written all over her face."Please can you do me a favor?"I sigh lightly, already knowing I'll say yes. "What is it?"She grins. "I forg
Rachael’s POV"Rachael!". Mom calls out, peeping through my door.I sit up, "Yes?""The Brooks requested that you be at their house by twelve today.""Why?"She hesitates, "I don't know. Wedding preparations or something like that".Of courseI glance at the clock. It's barely past nine. My chest t
Rachael POVHe was standing there, fully naked, his huge cock out and fully erect, making my pussy so much wetter.I too was naked, only my red undies dangling between the floor and my legs.I was so horny!Eagerly waiting for his cock, I wrapped myself around him."Rachael!", I heard someone call







