Annabel’s POV There is only one thing on my mind today. Find Lucian, make a proper apology, and then head to Daniel’s office to cut every tie between us. I have not been in my right senses since Stephanie sent me those images of her totally naked on Daniel’s bed, with him snoring peacefully, his arms wrapped around her so comfortably, without thinking of how it would make me feel. How could he give up on us that easily? Since I did not find Lucian in his office, I decided to go face Daniel first. My steps slowed as I drew closer to his office, every vein in my body pulsing with unease. Even though I still love him, I can’t control how I feel knowing he spent the night with Stephanie. Did he actually sleep with her? Was it to get back at me? I stopped at his door, hands trembling on the knob before giving it a slow knock, while glancing at the envelope I was holding. Boldly written; Resignation Letter. His voice came out low, gesturing for me to come inside. He
Daniel’s POV Stephanie’s arm wrapped around my waist, guiding me into the house like a toddler still learning how to take his first step. Once we had entered my room, she released me, letting me fall onto the soft bed. My eyes were still wide open, even with the alcohol, I could still think clearly. She flung her purse, letting it land on the couch. “Daniel…” she whispered, dragging the tips of her acrylic nails along my jawline. By now, I should be feeling something. I mean, all the way from the club she had been touchy, but my body still remained still. Nothing stirred in me. Just emotionless. Dead inside, while I fixed my gaze on her, watching her perform like I was in a cinema room. “Do you want me to touch you like this…?” She drew a lazy circle on my chest, leaning closer as she made sure we were skin-to-skin. I felt uncomfortable from her touch and jerked upright, sitting. Her face etched with confusion. “Daniel, what is it?” She made another attempt, dragging her ha
Daniel’s POV I sat at the VIP lounge, drowning in the loud music and emptying bottles of alcohol, drenched in the heat from the fury of everything. My head was still fighting to process everything. No matter how I tried to place it, none of this made sense to me. Because how could she use me that easily, and I never saw it coming? The number one bachelor in town being played that easily. “Fuck.” I dragged my hand down my face, holding the whisky glass so tight that one could think I might smash it anytime soon. I lifted my head, surveying the room as if marking my prey. I just needed someone who would make me forget that I ever had a feeling for her. At this point, I didn’t care who it might be. My gaze fixed on the stage, watching women who were barely covered, just pants that clung to their ass with nothing on their chests, swaying their bodies as if they were in a competition with snakes. By now their performance should have been moving me, but I still felt nothing. Watch
Annabel’s POV I watched Daniel vanish without looking back. I could still feel his fury. Everything about the man who just walked away from here was different. Not just from seeing me entangled in Lucian’s hold, but from the pain of the betrayal. His voice still lingers in my head. His deep voice, accompanied with a hot temper I had never seen in him before. The rage in his eyes when he said, “You made me tell you everything about my fear of being with a woman, only for you to break the trust I had in you?” God. I have felt heartbreak before, but this one felt different. If only he could understand. I just need more time to figure this out. I need the best way to open up to him. I can’t risk him knowing my real identity until I’m sure how he will handle finding out that we are now siblings. You can call me selfish or not, but I would rather lose the relationship I have with my father than the one I have with Daniel at this point, even though it will hurt me deeply. I curled
Daniel’s POV My anger coiled inside me, hot and dangerous, begging to break free. “So this is why you have refused to pick up my calls? To sneak around and fuck with your little boyfriend?” My voice came out low and tight, every word clipped with venom. To make everything worse, Annabel sat on the bed, arms crossed, her breath heaving and mouth pouting. No remorse. And Lucian? He drifted to the edge of the bed, his face buried in shame. “Annabel!” She flinched. “What the fuck were you thinking, huh?” I moved to her with every ounce in me, gripped her so tight, and stood her up. I felt my blood pressure rising instantly, like every need to hit her was developing in me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. It would only make me the villain, and I’m not the type of man who hits a woman. “All this while you’ve been pretending to love me? What is he giving you that I can’t afford?” I roared, voice cracking with rage. For heaven’s sake, she did not make the situation any bette
Annabel’s POV I know Stephanie too well. That was not just an empty threat. She meant every single word, and if I don’t act fast, it might not end well. The whole night felt unusually hot, with thousands of ideas running through my head and Daniel trying everything possible to cheer me up, even without knowing my reason for being cold. The next day, the weekend was over, and it was time to go back to New York. We were supposed to be returning as lovers, planning how to make our big day colorful. But no. I don’t know about Daniel, but for me, I had another plan. Once we got to New York and I pleaded with Daniel to let me go straight to my apartment, my mission to break up with him started. Very crazy, right? Yesterday, I was confessing my love to him, and today I’m about to do the craziest thing to make him mad. I pulled out my phone and dialed Lucian. As always, he answered on the very first ring. “Annabel, are you good?” His voice came out low but with concern. “Uhm…yes,