Mag-log inAbby's POV
"Abby..."
My eyes flew open, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. I wasn't bleeding on a warehouse floor. I looked down and saw layers of expensive white silk and lace. I was wearing my wedding dress!
I looked around the luxurious, dimly lit hotel suite, and the horrifying reality crashed into me. No. It can't be.
This was the Plaza Hotel. This was the night of my wedding to Nicholas Anderson. The exact night in my first life where he had tried to force
Abby's POVONE HOUR LATER...I was lying flush against him, my head resting heavy over his heart, my bare skin slick with sweat.My chest heaved as I desperately tried to catch my breath, matching the ragged, uneven rhythm of his. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, anchoring me to him as if he was afraid I would vanish into thin air.For a long moment, there was only the sound of our heavy breathing in the dark, tangled sheets."I'm sorry..." Matteo whispered, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that rumbled straight through my chest. It was a rare, raw confession from a man who never apologized for anything.He thought he had lost control, driven by the poison, taking something that wasn't his to take.I tilted my head up, my lips brushing against his damp skin. "It's okay..." I whispered back, my fingers gently tracing the familiar, hard lines of his collarbone. "I was just helping."Matteo let out a dark,
Abby's POVI know what I'm doing. But the painful memory of how he had died for me in my second life flashed in my mind.Deep down, a part of me desperately wanted this to be the very last time I involved him in my dangerous life. I didn't want him to pay for my sins again."Just please... don't let him in," I whispered frantically, clutching the edge of the blanket around my shoulders.Suddenly, Matteo gave a slow, deliberate nod. He reached out, unlocking the heavy deadbolt, and pulled the door open just enough to reveal a narrow gap—enough for him to stand in the frame and stare down a frantic, unhinged Nicholas Anderson."You're disturbing my night, Anderson," Matteo drawled, his voice a low, lethal purr of annoyance.Nicholas was breathing heavily, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot as he scanned the corridor. "I apologize, Romano," Nicholas snapped, trying to peer past Matteo's broad shoulders into the suite. "I thought m
Abby's POV"Bold," he murmured as his dark eyes slowly trailing up and down my body.My cheeks instantly burned. It felt so incredibly surreal. To him, this was our very first time meeting, but he had no idea that he was the absolute love of my life from my second life.Looking at his broad shoulders and his steady, beating heart, I made a silent vow.In this third life, I would not let him die. I was going to protect him, and both of us were going to survive this cursed timeline.Before I could say another word, Matteo tilted his head, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips."Tell me, princess," he drawled smoothly, "do I look like a high-priced gigolo to you?"Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the luxurious penthouse floor. Instead of answering him, I reached out, boldly grabbed his hand, and slipped my fingers straight into the front pocket of his tailored suit jacket.I pulled out his black keycard. Before he
Abby's POV"Abby..."My eyes flew open, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. I wasn't bleeding on a warehouse floor. I looked down and saw layers of expensive white silk and lace. I was wearing my wedding dress!I looked around the luxurious, dimly lit hotel suite, and the horrifying reality crashed into me. No. It can't be.This was the Plaza Hotel. This was the night of my wedding to Nicholas Anderson. The exact night in my first life where he had tried to force himself on me just to consummate this cursed marriage.I stared up at the incredibly smug, entitled face of my new husband, and my stomach churned with disgust.I couldn't believe I was in my third life, dragged all the way back to the timeline where I had just married him. This is my last chance...Fuck... And Matteo? Where is my Matteo?All of the things that happened in my second life... was it all for nothing?All those beautiful, perfect memories of the f
Abby's POVI leaned forward, offering him a chilling, unblinking smile."And if you're lying..." I whispered. "You know exactly what is going to happen to you and your precious little girl."Internally, though, I knew it was nothing but a calculated bluff just to break his spirit. I would never actually let an innocent child suffer for her father's sins.But in this world, to survive, you had to play the monster.I took a deep breath, smoothing my expression, and walked back over to Matteo.He was staring at me in absolute, stunned silence. He looked completely mesmerized by the fact that I had just broken a hardened killer in a matter of seconds, all without breaking a single sweat.I crossed my arms, raised a single eyebrow at my husband, and smirked."Well? What are you waiting for?" I asked coolly. "He just gave you the address."Matteo nodded slowly, his dark eyes never leaving my face."What do you want me t
Abby's POVRight after I hung up the phone on a panicking Nicholas, one of Matteo's top enforcers stepped into the waiting room, walking briskly toward us."Sir, we found him already," the man whispered, keeping his voice low. "We transported him to the estate. He's in the basement."Matteo glanced at me, his eyes instantly darkening. He stood up to leave, but before he could even tell me to stay behind, I was already on my feet."I want to come with you," I said, my voice steady and resolute."Abby—" Matteo started, his protective instincts immediately kicking in. "It's going to be bloody. You shouldn't see what I'm about to do to him."But I didn't wait for his permission. Without another word, I walked right past him, leading the way out of the hospital.When we arrived at Matteo's sprawling estate, he led me down a hidden staircase.I had never been in his basement before, but the second the heavy steel doors opened,







