Anneliese
My grandfather’s name hit me like a punch to the chest.
Leonel Baumann.
The last person in the world I wanted to disappoint, and, ironically, the one I’d been disappointing the most these past few years. He raised me like a princess, but I turned into the hurricane that leaves wreckage everywhere I go.
"Is he okay?" I asked, my throat dry, still wrapped in nothing but the hotel sheet.
Ettore looked at me with the expression of a man who was tired of playing babysitter.
"He hasn’t slept in two days. Thinks you were kidnapped. Or that you jumped off a bridge. You didn’t even answer your phone since you set foot in this city with your l
KimberlyThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the emptiness beside me. The space where Axel should have been was vacant, only the impression of his body on the mattress proving he had slept there. A tightness in my chest reminded me of last night—his nightmares, the name he shouted in the dark, the distance that grew between us afterward. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to sort through the chaos in my head. Morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow that seemed to mock the storm inside me. What am I doing here? Axel had pul
AxelThe night had been long. Kimberly came back to bed, but she slept, turned away from me, distant, her back like a wall between us. And me? I stayed awake, tangled in the sheets, hunted by memories I didn’t want to carry anymore. In the kitchen, I found Fred already sitting there, a coffee mug in hand. He glanced up as I walked in, one brow raised in that silent, judgmental way he mastered so well. “Looks like someone slept about as well as a cat on a wet rooftop,” he muttered, sarcastic as ever. I ignored the tone and cut straight to the point. “No.”
KimberlyAfter dinner, I collapsed onto the bed with a long sigh, like I could leave the weight of the world tangled in the sheets. I still didn’t know how to process everything that had happened at the end of the day. The reporters. The flashes. The yelling. Not even the warmth in Axel’s eyes when he found me had been enough to fully shake the tension from my body. Or maybe... I was just lying to myself.As if my thoughts had summoned him, there was a soft knock on the door before Axel walked in. Barefoot, sleeves rolled up, his shirt slightly wrinkled—the perfect picture of elegant chaos. “You feeling any better?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.I nodded vaguely, avoiding his eyes. He knew this was the kind of thing that would gnaw at me for days. “Tomorrow, it’s going to be everywhere, Kimberly. Every site. Every headline. There’s no erasing it. But...” His voice grew firmer as he raked a hand through his hair. “There is a way to control it. And that’s where what I wan
KimberlyAnother long day. Ever since what happened in Charles’s office, he’d decided to wear his most convincing mask—the polite, focused boss. Soft smiles, dry instructions, professional distance. To anyone watching from the outside, everything seemed perfectly normal. And maybe that’s exactly why it felt so suffocating. Charles, with his fake politeness and a smile sharp as a knife, never missed the chance to make comments about “how the pregnancy seemed to be wearing me out.” Every word was a jab, disguised as concern.“You should consider taking your leave earlier, Kimberly,” he said, his fingers tapping lightly on the table during our afternoon meeting. “Stress isn’t good for the... baby.” The way he said baby made my stomach turn. “I’m perfectly capable of doing my job, Charles,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “But I appreciate the… concern.” He smiled, but his icy blue eyes didn’t soften. “Of course. I just don’t want you to regret certain choices.” The message wa
AnnelieseMy grandfather’s name hit me like a punch to the chest.Leonel Baumann.The last person in the world I wanted to disappoint, and, ironically, the one I’d been disappointing the most these past few years. He raised me like a princess, but I turned into the hurricane that leaves wreckage everywhere I go."Is he okay?" I asked, my throat dry, still wrapped in nothing but the hotel sheet.Ettore looked at me with the expression of a man who was tired of playing babysitter."He hasn’t slept in two days. Thinks you were kidnapped. Or that you jumped off a bridge. You didn’t even answer your phone since you set foot in this city with your l
AnnelieseAn alarm clock blared beside me, and I couldn’t figure out where that awful noise was coming from. I tried to move, but my head felt like it weighed thirty pounds, so I dropped it back onto the mattress while grabbing a pillow to cover my face—someone had the bright idea of turning on the lights in my room at this ungodly hour."Turn off that damn light!" I snapped."Easy there, kitten," a man’s voice said way too close to me. "Just trying to find my clothes."Those words set off an alarm in my head, only making the pounding worse. I pressed the pillow harder against my face and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening. Again."Tell me you’re someone from my team who forgot a piece of clothing he