Mag-log inAva's POVA week has passed. It's night now. I lay on the bed, still in my nightdress in his penthouse. But not asleep, as I'm waiting for Julian. I switched off the TV, that was airing the whole case, closing it up, the Syndicate handling the matter in their own way.I stood up now, pouring myself a glass of water. The storm was over now and we've got our lives together. I stood, watching the city skyline from his glass penthouse. The last time I've been here was when he gave me his golden key. If I recall. If I hadn't regained my memory at all, I won't even know about his penthouse. Being here just made me able to picture what I could recall. I inhale deeply, enjoying the peace and quiet when the door was slammed open. I turned sharply, catching my breath. "Gosh.. What are you looking like this?" I exclaimed hard, studying his look. His suit was wrinkled and rumpled, the tie loosened and hanging crooked around his neck. His hair was messy, strands falling over his forehead. Sweat s
Ava's POVI pulled back slowly, my steps shaky. I was unable to even look right at his face as soon as he asked the question. I was so afraid. Just when I thought he had made it through okay, he might have forgotten me. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. The room spun a little. Tears burned my eyes. My legs felt weak. I took one small step back, my hands trembling at my sides."She's the nurse who's in charge of you," I turned sharply as soon as I heard James' voice behind me. His words cut through the heavy silence like a lifeline."You're awake," the nurse said, smiling real bright as she stepped closer. Her white uniform rustled softly. "That's wonderful. How are you feeling, Mr. Hong-Knight?"James cleared his throat and pulled her away gently by the arm. "Give them a minute, please," he whispered to her. "They really need this time." The moment they left the room, the door clicked shut softly, I turned to look up at him. My gaze fixed on his face. He looked at me
Ava's POVWe sat outside the hospital now, getting some fresh morning air. The sun had just risen, painting the sky in soft pink and orange colors. A gentle breeze brushed against my face and moved strands of my messy hair. James had filled me in on everything. My mind felt much clearer now, but heavier at the same time, like a stone sat on my chest."You're telling me that Julian might not remember us?" I said. My voice came out small and broken. I sat on the wooden bench beside James. The bench felt cool under my thin pyjamas. I still hoped he would reassure me that the worst would not happen. My fingers twisted together in my lap. They felt cold and shaky.James nodded slowly. He looked exhausted. Dark circles sat heavy under his eyes. His shoulders slumped forward. "He was drugged with an overdose," he said. He admitted it to himself too. His hands rested on his knees, fingers tapping nervously. "They found a large dose of the same drug Victor put on you—""Oh God!" I blurted out.
James' POV (Flashback — The Night of the Gold Gala)"Oh shit!" I cursed under my breath. My heart raced like a drum in my chest as I wondered why I agreed to this crazy plan in the first place. I had always put my life on the line for my boss, but tonight felt different, and a lot more dangerous. I held the pen tight in my hand. The cool metal pressed against my sweaty palm. I had just collected it from Ava. I moved fast now, sticking to the plan. My waiter uniform felt tight around my shoulders as I pushed through the busy crowd.I got backstage. Lights flashed from the main hall. I dropped my tray of drinks on a side table with a soft clink. Glasses shook but did not fall. I fixed my nose mask quickly. The fabric felt rough against my face. I pulled it tight.I spotted the second guy managing the sounds. He sat in a small booth with headphones around his neck. I walked straight to him. My shoes made soft sounds on the floor. I dropped a thick envelope of money right in front of hi
Ava's POVI dashed to the hospital that night. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I called a cab with shaking fingers. The cold night air hit my face as I waited outside the house. I still wore my blue pyjamas. The soft fabric felt thin against the wind. My bare feet slipped into different shoes without socks. The cab arrived fast. I jumped in. “New Hope Medical Centre. Please hurry,” I said. My voice sounded desperate. The driver nodded and drove off. Street lights blurred past the window. My hands gripped the gold key tight. It felt warm now from my palm.I arrived at the hospital. Bright lights shone from the big building. I barged inside. The automatic doors opened with a whoosh. The smell of medicine and clean floors filled my nose. My pyjamas looked strange under the white lights but I did not care. I followed the little direction signs on the walls. Arrows pointed left and right. I turned corners fast. My shoes slapped the shiny floor. But I got lost. The hal
Ava's POVTwo days had passed. The night felt young but empty inside the big house. I still struggled to accept the fact that Julian was gone. My body moved like it belonged to someone else. Leon and Victor were out of the picture now. And there's no one was willing to help me. All my attempts to find him had ended in closed doors and cold words. I felt so alone.I stood under the hot shower. The water ran down my skin like warm tears that would not stop. Steam filled the bathroom and made the mirror foggy. I scrubbed my body slowly. The soap smelled of flowers but it brought no comfort. My hands shook as I washed my hair. “Julian,” I whispered to the water. “Where are you? Why won’t you come back to me?” The sound disappeared under the running water. I turned the tap off and stepped out. The cold air hit my wet skin and made me shiver hard. I dried myself with a soft towel. It felt rough against my tired body.I put on my full pyjamas. The trousers type with long sleeves. The soft bl
Bella’s POVThe room felt too big and too empty all at once.I could still smell him on the sheets.That sharp, expensive cologne of his mixed with the raw scent of sex. The pillows were shoved to the floor, and the duvet half kicked off the bed like we’d been fighting instead of fucking.I was lyin
James’s POVThe elevator shot up so smooth it felt like floating, but my pulse was already hammering in my ears, in my wrists, and in my goddamn cock. Doors slid open and the whole club hit me like a fist to the face.Bass so low it vibrated in my balls. Purple strobes cutting through thick gol
James’s POVShe crawled onto the bed like every muscle in her body had already given up, her knees sinking into those cheap black sheets that reeked of old cologne and older sins carried out on it. Her skin was slick, shining under the red lights, a mix of sweat and what we’d already done to her.
Ava’s POVI was sprawled out on my back as he threw me on the bed, my legs were shaking like they’d completely forgotten what “closed” even meant. My pussy was on fire, swollen and throbbing with every single heartbeat, like my body was screaming his name only.The bedsheets under me were now disgu







