Mag-log inOrana’s Point of View“How could you?” I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.You! You, of all people, worked with my father?Callahan turned first. His eyes found mine, and there was no surprise or guilt in them. just satisfaction knowing he had me where he wanted.I had thought I understood him. I thought he would never come back to my father after what he did to me.“You left me with no choice,” he said, his voice calm, his shoulders relaxed.The calmness in his tone made something inside me snap. I hated him.“I gave you a choice,” I shot back. “You just did not like it.”“You should have come back,” he replied, walking towards me, and I saw the pride in my father’s eyes.Like it was that simple.I moved so fast before I realized what I was planning to do. I swung my hand at his chest, but he caught my wrist easily.His grip was tight, his expression barely shifting as he held me in place.“You disgust me, Callahan,” I said, struggling against him.“What? Because I didn’t fa
Orana’s Point of View“Orana!” Vaughn’s voice shouted from his room, and suddenly Mrs. Carson was already beside me, her hand firm on my arm.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked, as tears burned behind my eyes.“Stay with me,” she said, low and calm.“Orana! Fuck!” Vaughn growled again, his voice spilling into the hallway.“I have to… I…” I stuttered.Before I could respond to her, I found Madelyn’s name and pressed call.“Madelyn…” I said through the phone, my heart racing so fast, and I felt a bit drowsy just at the thought of what was happening.Her breathing came through the phone as if she had been running or crying, or both. For a second, I thought the line was breaking.“They took them.”Something inside me stalled. Who were they? Why would they take Sienna and Liorah?“Who?” I asked, though I already knew the answer would ruin me.“Men,” she said through her sobs. “I do not know who they are. They came into the café. We just wanted to get breakfast.”“How could you be so car
Orana’s point of viewI fell asleep while I was talking to him. One moment, I was sitting beside Vaughn’s bed with my hand wrapped around his, watching the slow rise of his chest. The next moment, I was waking up to fingers moving through my hair.For one wild second, fear shot through me so hard I jerked upright, my eyes snapping to him.Vaughn was awake. His face looked tired, paler than usual, but his eyes were open and fixed on me with that same hard intensity that always made me feel pinned in place.The room was dim, except for the pale light leaking through the curtains. It wasn’t morning anymore, from the position of the sun that was coming into the room.His hand was still tangled in my hair, brushing my hair.Relief hit so fast. I must have made a sound because his jaw tightened.“Fuck little dove,” he muttered, his voice rough. “I made you cry.”Only then did I realize tears were already falling, and my vision was blurring.He shifted slightly and hissed under his breath. E
Orana's Point of ViewI sobbed into Laoise’s shoulder. I don’t know for how long, and when I could finally move, she guided me to the waiting room as they operated on him.Someone else draped a coat over my shoulders and fixed it nicely. The shadow was small, but it wasn’t Laoise because she was sleeping on the chair.I looked up, and Vaughn’s mother stood there.I hurriedly got up, almost falling and hitting my face, panic coursing through my veins, but she steadied me.“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, her voice soft and kind. I expected anger from her and maybe insults hurled at me, but she just smiled weakly at me.She glanced at my bare feet and frowned. “Get her slippers. Now.”The assistant hurried off. Mrs Carson was already barking instructions at the other people she had come with.“Good morning, Mrs. Carson,” I said to her, and she chuckled, waving me off.“Oh, please. Just call me Penelope,” she said, her hand brushing over my hair.“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.She frowned
Orana’s point of viewI ran so hard, my lungs burned, trying to keep up with the gurney that was carrying Vaughn into the hospital.Wheels rattled over tile as they rushed Vaughn away on the gurney. Blood soaked through the sheets they had thrown over him. Too much blood. It dripped from the side in thin red lines that marked the floor behind them.Someone barked at the nurses and doctors, but I could not understand. All I heard was blood pressure, and some doctors came rushing to him. Another voice called for surgery, and another one was asking for blood type.Another doctor mentioned two gunshot wounds. Vaughn had taken two bullets for me.Two.My chest felt split open as if my heart was being pulled out of my chest, and the stupid tears couldn’t stop falling.I kept running after them, sobs spilling out of me. “Please…” the word came out of my mouth.I had kept saying that word as if it would be enough for them to do something for Vaughn.He saved me. He took the bullets again.The
Orana’s point of viewI was supposed to marry Vaughn. He knew. He fucking knew and didn’t say anything.I stood in my apartment with the lights off, city glow leaking through the windows.Is that what he meant when he said I had always been his?Had this started long before the rooftop, before the boardroom, before I even knew his name? Had Vaughn been staking a claim the first moment he saw an opening?It sounded dramatic, but it also sounded exactly like him. “Oran?” She called behind me, turning on the lights, and I turned around to see her, in her oversized hoodie and plaid pants. When she saw my face, something flashed in her eyes. “What happened?”I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.A hard lump rose in my throat so fast it hurt. I hated crying. Always did. So, I shook my head.She set the mug down and crossed the room. Then she took my hands in hers, warm fingers closing around mine. “Did something happen between you and Vaughn?”Again, I shook my head.Her brows drew
Orana’s Point of ViewHe promised that he would be here.Vaughn was never late.My gaze flicked to the door and then to the clock, and then back to the chair again.Minutes passed, then an hour.I inhaled slowly, reaching for my phone under the table. My thumb hovered for half a second, hesitating
Orana’s Point of ViewI stood in front of the mirror, fingers trailing slowly down the curve of my waist, over the soft fabric hugging my hips, as if I needed to confirm that the woman staring back at me was real. The dim light in the room caught the angles of my face.I looked like everything I ha
Vaughn’s point of viewI have never been one to pay attention to things or women. But with Orana, it’s hard; I notice even the tiniest things about her.Like when fucking Callahan insinuated there was a reason behind his mistress trying to hit her. I saw the way her shoulders stiffened, the way her
Vaughn’s Point of ViewI shouldn’t have snapped.But the moment Carla’s hand slid up my arm, something in me recoiled before I could stop it. My body went rigid, jaw tightening as I stepped back as if her touch burned.“Don’t,” I said sharply.She smiled as if she’d been waiting for that reaction.







