James’s P.O.V. Two Months Later Selena has finally recovered and started going to college again. Seeing her walk once more fills me with relief. It used to break my heart when she would cry in frustration from lying in bed all day, bored and restless. Although I never missed a chance to visit her secretly, spending the entire day confined to her room must have been hard for her. I’m so happy that she can now live like she used to.I brought her to my place after college. We’re in the living room—she’s sitting on my lap, straddling me, kissing me hungrily, rubbing herself against me wildly as she unbuttons my shirt. Months of waiting have driven us both crazy.But I’m still trying to control myself because I don’t want to hurt her. She has just recovered.“Selena, lie down. Let me take over from here or else you might hurt yourself,” I say in a concerned tone as she opens the button of my jeans. “James, I’m fine now. Don’t worry.” “I said lie down, little miss.“ I instruct her in a
Selena’s P.O.V. It's been two months of getting me shot and I got bored the entire day lying in bed, resting and resting. God! When will I get fully recovered? The thing which is frustrating me more is that James hasn’t touched me in these three months. I’m yearning for his touch and him. But he says, he won’t touch me until I recover completely. His care melts my heart, but I miss his touch and everything else. He comes to my room daily from the window. I feel so blessed to have him. I thank God every day for letting me meet this man. No one loves me like the way he does. Right now, I'm walking in the garden of my house with Lily, sharing my thoughts with her about my and James's relationship. She knows about us and she supports us. “So when you’re thinking of telling about your relationship to your parents?” “We’re thinking of telling them after my recovery. I just got their love and affection, and the mere thought of losing it again scared me.” “Don't get scared. Trus
James’s P.O.V. It’s been two weeks since Selena was discharged from the hospital. A fucking two weeks. I haven’t seen her in person since that day, and it’s driving me insane. I’ve been calling her every few hours, making sure she’s okay, but it’s not enough. Seeing her on a screen doesn’t compare to holding her in my arms, feeling her warmth, kissing her. Fuck! I’ve missed her so damn much. My soul is yearning for her. I know we decided to wait until she fully recovers before telling her parents about us, but I can’t stay away any longer. Damn! I need to see her. I need to be with her. Which is why I’m currently climbing a damn ladder in the middle of the night, sneaking into her room like some love-struck teenager. What the fuck! I have been behaving like a lovesick fool ever since she came into my life. And you know what? I don’t even care. To see my Selena, I can climb any ladder. She is my everything now. My entire world revolves around her. My mind can’t stop thin
James’s P.O.V.As soon as Selena's parents go home to rest, I rush to her room. I've been dying to talk to her since she regained consciousness. It's been pure torture watching her from afar. Finally, I'll get to talk to her and tell her how much she means to me—that losing her would be like losing a piece of myself, like losing my soul.As I enter her room, her gaze immediately shifts towards me, as if she too had been waiting for me to come and meet her. I take slow steps toward her, my eyes never leaving her face.She's awake. She's here. Although she looks so weak and pale, it's a huge relief that she's alive. I can’t believe God heard my prayers and gave her back to me. I've never felt so thankful in my life before.As I reach her, I lift my hand and caress her hair, our eyes fixed on each other. “Hey…” “Hey…” she murmurs back, giving me a faint smile.God, that smile. It's my strength. It's like a shining star in a dark sky. The smile I thought I would never witness again, when
James’s P.O.V.I'm standing outside the operating room, distraught, as Selena is fighting for her life inside. I thought I had saved her today, but I never expected this. Now, all I can do is wait for the doctor to come out and tell me she’s okay—that she survived. I’m constantly praying for her life. She took that bullet for her father, the same man who never wanted her, and now I see the guilt in Denver and his wife’s eyes. They finally realise after her sacrifice how much she loved them and how little they valued her. They fucking deserve that guilt. But what happened to Selena, she didn’t deserve it. If something happens to her, I don't know what I'll do. God, please make her okay. You can't take away the only person who brings light to my life, not like this. I can’t live in a world where she doesn’t exist.I'm pacing restlessly outside her room, and my heart races with panic. She keeps flashing in my mind—her body covered in blood, her eyes closing as she lay on my lap.Fuck!
Selena’s P.O.V.I'm trapped, feeling helpless. My wrists burn with the pain of tight ropes as I’m tied to the bed. I struggle, yanking against my restraints, but they only dig deeper into my skin, causing me pain. I'm so fucking scared, praying that God will send James to save me. My eyes well up with tears, but I squeeze them shut, picturing his face. The thought of him gives me strength. I won’t let the tears fall. Not in front of these sick bastards.Two monsters are torturing me like hell, but I am not weak. I’ll fight them until my last breath, even though I’m scared. No matter how much it hurts or how terrified I am, I won’t submit to them.Luther climbs on top of me, his dark eyes are filled with hunger, lust, and cruelty. My heart pounds in terror. His lips curl into an evil smile as he touches my cheek. I draw back in disgust, turning my head away, and struggling harder against the restraints. I tremble in panic as I realise what he is about to do.No! God, please save me.
James’s P.O.V.As soon as the call ends, I start the car, gripping the wheel tightly. Denver slides into the passenger seat with fear etched in every line of his face. Just as I pull onto the road, his phone rings again.My heart almost stops beating.Is it Max?Did he send the video he told about?I pull over to the side of the road. I really feel like I can’t breathe. Denver’s hands tremble as he opens the message. His face turns white and his lips part in horror. Every muscle in my body tenses as I lean over, eyes locked on the screen.The video begins to play.Selena is tied to a chair, her wrists bound behind her, ankles strapped to the chair’s legs. Her head hangs low, dark hair falling over her face, tangled and messy.But the sight that shatters me is the crimson streak running from the corner of her lips—a trail of blood smudged against her delicate skin. Her cheek is swollen and a dark bruise forms just below her eye.I grip the steering wheel tightly in a fury. Her pain m
James’s P.O.V.Liar.She is a fucking liar.It has been eight days since she left my life and one week since that kiss.When I first saw her kissing another man right in front of me, I believed it—I believed she had moved on in just one night. I was hurt, broken, angry, and frustrated. But then I realised something. That’s exactly what she wanted. She wanted me to hate her, to walk away from her, to move on.But I won’t.I know she was acting that day because I saw the love in her eyes when she was with me. I have felt it. The same love I have for her.She is running away from me because of her father. She wants me to forget her. But that’s never going to happen. I can’t forget about her. No one can make me forget her because I saw my future with her, and I will do anything to make that future a reality.I won’t give up on us so easily, Selena. I know you want me as much as I want you. From the moment your lips touched mine, you became mine. And we are meant to be together—forever.I
Selena’s P.O.V.Pain.My heart is heavy with unbearable pain. Today, I pushed James away from me forever, and it hurts more than I ever imagined.I kissed someone else when all I wanted was to run to him, to hold him so tightly that nothing and no one could separate us. He is the one who makes me feel special, the one who gives me the attention I have craved my entire life. The way he takes care of me stole my heart completely.When I saw James standing at the entrance of my college, I knew I had to do something to make him stop following me and move on with his life. That's why I kissed that guy in front of him.But the moment our lips met, my heart shattered into pieces. Letting another man feel my lips, when the only man I ever wanted was James, felt like a betrayal.But now… now James will hate me to the core.That’s what I wanted, right?This is what’s best for me.I can’t disappoint my father by going back to James.I grab the glass kept in front of me and gulp down the alcohol