LOGINROXETTEThe drive back from the mall felt both too short and too long at the same time.Thea was still chattering beside me in the driver’s seat, her voice bright and full of that effortless cheerfulness she always carried. She kept glancing over at me with sparkling eyes, talking about how cute the baby clothes had been and how she couldn’t wait to spoil her future cousin rotten. Every so often she would reach over and squeeze my hand, grounding me when my thoughts started to drift too far.I was grateful for her. More than I could put into words. After the intensity of the hospital — the long wait, the confirmation that I was really four weeks pregnant, the way the doctor had explained everything while I sat there in stunned silence — Thea’s bubbly energy had been exactly what I needed. She had taken charge without making me feel small. She had asked all the right questions about vitamins and food and what to expect. She had slipped the papers and prescriptions into my bag like it w
THEAI still couldn’t believe it.We had just walked out of the doctor’s office, and my head was spinning in the best and most overwhelming way possible. Roxette was pregnant. Four weeks along. That meant I was going to have a cousin soon. A tiny, brand-new member of the family. The thought made my chest feel warm and fizzy, like someone had shaken up a bottle of soda inside me and the bubbles were trying to escape through my smile.But I kept it contained.Roxette was quiet beside me as we walked through the hospital hallway. She hadn’t said much since the doctor confirmed it. Her face was calm, but I could see the storm behind her eyes. She was processing. Hard. After everything she had been through yesterday — the kidnapping, the fear, the way she had looked when she told me she needed to come here — I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my excitement. So I swallowed the happy squeal that wanted to burst out and instead focused on being there for her.I had done most of the talking w
ROXETTEThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and faint lemon cleaner. It was busy — too busy for a Tuesday morning — but Thea and I managed to find two plastic chairs near the lab registration area. I clutched my bag tightly on my lap, the pregnancy tests still hidden inside like a secret I wasn’t ready to share with the world yet. Thea sat beside me, her knee bouncing with nervous energy, but she never left my side. Not once.We had been waiting for over an hour already.The line for blood work and lab tests moved at a snail’s pace. Every few minutes, a nurse would call a name, and someone would stand up and disappear down the hallway. I kept checking the clock on the wall, watching the minutes tick by. My stomach was in knots. I had already peed in a cup and given blood samples earlier, and now we were just… waiting. Waiting for confirmation. Waiting for someone in a white coat to tell me what I already suspected was true.Thea kept glancing at me, her expression a mix of worry and
ROXETTEBreakfast had been quiet but surprisingly comforting.Chandler had eaten with me at the kitchen island, both of us moving around each other in a way that almost felt normal. He kept glancing at me like he was making sure I was still there, and every time our eyes met, he gave me that small, protective smile that made my chest feel tight. I had forced myself to eat, even though my stomach was still in knots from everything that had happened yesterday. The kidnapping. The stalker’s hands on me. The way I had cried in Chandler’s arms last night until I finally fell asleep.By the time we finished, the sun was already climbing higher in the sky. I stood up and started clearing the plates, but Chandler stopped me with a gentle hand on my wrist.“I’ll handle it,” he said softly. “Go get ready. I’ll drive you to campus.”I hesitated for a second. Part of me wanted to argue — to say I could take a taxi or walk like I usually did — but the memory of the masked man watching me in that b
ROXETTEI woke up slowly, the morning light filtering softly through the curtains of the guest room. For a few blissful seconds, everything felt peaceful. My body was sore in the best way — a deep, satisfying ache between my legs and across my hips that reminded me of last night. Chandler’s scent clung to the sheets and to my skin. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on me, the way he had held me afterward like he was afraid I might disappear again.Then the memories crashed back in.The basement. The photos on the wall. The masked man watching me. His hands on my face, my neck, squeezing my breasts while I begged him to stop. The way he had left without a word. Running from the mansion after seeing Dahlia on top of Chandler. The motorcycle. The van. The ropes.My eyes flew open.Chandler was still asleep beside me.He was lying on his back, one arm draped across his stomach, the other resting near my pillow. His face looked softer in sleep, the usual tension gone from his jaw.
DIANAI couldn’t stop moaning.Every thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine. Calvin’s cock was hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, and I couldn’t get enough. My nails dug into his back as he fucked me hard from above, his hips snapping forward with rough, punishing strokes. The couch creaked beneath us with every movement.“Calvin— fuck— yes— right there—” I gasped, my voice breaking on every other word. “God, you feel so good— don’t stop— please don’t stop—”He didn’t.If anything, he fucked me harder.His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he drove into me with deep, powerful thrusts. Each one knocked the breath out of me. I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, filling me completely. My pussy was soaked, making wet, obscene sounds every time he bottomed out inside me.I threw my head back against the cushions and cried out his name again.“Calvin— oh my god— you’re so deep— it feels so fucking good—”He leaned down and captured my mouth
CALVINI sat in the dark of my apartment, the only light coming from the glow of my phone screen. My jaw was clenched so tight it hurt. I had been scrolling for hours — refreshing, searching, digging through every corner of the internet I could think of.The videos were gone.Every single one.The
ROXETTEI didn’t stop running until my legs gave out.I had no idea where I was going. I just ran — past the library, past the old garden, past the benches where students usually sat between classes. My chest burned. My eyes burned worse. Tears blurred everything until the world was just streaks of
THEAI had been scrolling through my phone all weekend.The big event at the costume party had exploded online, and even though most of the original videos and photos of Roxette had been mysteriously deleted overnight, new ones kept popping up like weeds. People were reposting, screen-recording, sh
DIANAThe airport was bustling with travelers, but the moment I saw her walking through the arrivals gate, everything else faded into the background.Mom.She looked stunning, as always — aging like fine wine with that elegant grace that made people turn their heads even now. Her hair was perfectly







