LOGINTristan’s POVThings finally felt normal again after the gunshot. Natasha had returned to our bedroom.She was sleeping peacefully, her head resting against my chest, one hand tangled in my hair. I carefully slid out of bed and walked onto the balcony. My arm throbbed beneath the bandage. It was healing slowly. Natasha had been tending to the wound and changing the bandage every day.Now, it was time to deal with Francis Luzardo. That bastard had a terrible aim. I dialed a number. The phone only rang once before it was picked up.“I have eyes on him,” the voice said. “What should I do next?”“You’ll do nothing yet,” I said calmly, leaning against the railing. “Just never let him out of your sight. And remember—keep your distance. Make sure no one gets hurt.”I ended the call, slipped the phone into my pocket and walked back into the room. Natasha was still sleeping. I didn’t know what it was, but something about her looked different. I went into the closet and put on a t-shirt. I’d
Natasha’s POVThe sight of Tristan covered in blood—his blood this time, made something twist sharply in my chest. He was clutching his arm tightly, blood seeping through his fingers. “Oh my God.”Tears brimmed in my eyes as I moved instinctively toward him. “What happened to you?” My voice broke, barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer. His jaw was tight. His face was pale, but his expression remained controlled as though nothing had happened. He simply opened the door to his office and stepped inside. I followed him without thinking. I reached for his arm and guided him to his chair. I took a look at the wound. The blood. The hole in his sleeve. It looked like a gunshot wound. A tear slipped down my cheek. I couldn’t breathe properly. Seeing him this hurt did something to me I couldn’t explain. “Hey, hey,” he said, his voice strained but firm as his hand found my cheek, wiping the tear with his thumb. “Look at me. I’m fine, okay? You—” He grunted. “No.” I shook my head. “You’
Tristan’s POVI barely paid attention to what was going on in the conference room.Marcus, Victoria, two of Marcus’s executives, Daniel, and the marketing team were all present, discussing the final details for the upcoming gala. My mind kept drifting back to three days ago—finding Natasha broken again, curled up on the floor beside Abuela’s bed. Every time I tried to get close, she retreated. She hadn’t slept in our room since. I stood up abruptly and left the conference room without a word. No one stopped me. Even better. I walked straight to my office and shut the door behind me. The silence settled immediately. My gaze drifted to the drawer. A second later, I was already reaching for a cigarette. I lit it and took a slow drag, staring out at the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Natasha’s face flashed through my mind again. The tears. The swollen eyes. I exhaled sharply. By the time the cigarette burned out, another one was already between my fingers. I walked ove
Natasha’s POVThe words hit me like ice water. I jerked back, yanking my wrist free from his grip. My pulse thundered so hard I could hear it in my ears. “And you know nothing about Tristan,” I hissed, my voice shaking with anger. “First, you disappeared on me. You showed up out of nowhere. Demanded to see me. Told me you love me and you came back for me. And now you think you have the right to question my husband?”I took a step back, breathing hard.“Don’t you have a single ounce of shame, Lucas?”Lucas's jaw clenched, but I didn’t give him a chance to respond. “You don’t get to disappear for six months and walk back into my life acting like you’re the victim.”He looked around. I could feel the whole café staring at us. I didn’t care. A flicker of frustration crossed his face. “You think this is easy for me?”“Easy?” I laughed bitterly. “You think grieving you was easy?”He opened his mouth, but I didn't let him speak. “I buried you, Lucas.” My voice broke. “Maybe not physical
Natasha’s POV. “Victoria.”“Who would’ve thought I'd bump into Natasha Wh—“ She paused. “Where are my manners? I mean… Mrs. Natasha Castillo. How have you been?”“I’ve been good, Victoria.”The smile on her face refused to fade, and it was starting to irritate me. I was about to turn toward the café when she spoke again, stopping me. “I heard from a little bird that Lucas is alive.”“And?”“And don’t you think it’s quite the coincidence that you’re here at your favorite spot?”Hold on…How did she even know that? We were never close enough for her to know something like that. “How did you even—” I stopped myself. “You know what? Never mind.”Victoria’s smile widened. “Oh, sister. I just need you to be careful.”“Relax, Victoria,” I fired back calmly. “I might start to think you actually care about me.”“Of course, I do. When have I ever not?”I scoffed. “The joke writes itself.”Something flickered across her face before the smile returned. “Looks like Tristan is finally saving t
Natasha’s POV For the first time since I stepped into this house, I had a room to myself. I’d always wanted one.It should have felt good—refreshing even, but it didn’t. Nothing about it was normal. I managed to sleep after the chaos from earlier. I stretched lazily on the bed, trying to sit up properly. It suddenly struck me. Why exactly was I upset earlier? Was it about Lucas? Was it the blood? Anyone would have reacted that way when their husband suddenly showed up in the middle of the night, smeared with blood. Maybe I should apologize to him. No. I did nothing wrong. He was covered in blood and was sneaky about it. Something must have happened. The sound of my phone cut through my thoughts. I reached for my purse on the night stand and pulled it out. There were multiple notifications from Ananya, from Tristan, and an unknown number. The unknown one caught my attention. I opened the message. I need to see you. —Lucas.How did he get my contact? “Come on, Natasha,” I mu
Tristan’s POV Natasha’s words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. The way she stepped back from me like I was something dangerous. Maybe I was. But right now, that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting that bastard cleaned up. He couldn’t die yet. Not when I still need
Natasha’s POV “Hell fucking no! You can’t be serious,” I said. “You really expect me to marry Tristan Castillo? The same Tristan who was rumored to have killed his own parents?” I laughed after I said that, because the whole thing sounded like a bad joke. My father didn’t react immediately. H
Natasha’s POV I woke up to a throbbing headache. My head felt heavy against the pillow. The dull pain reminded me of the whiskey I had insisted on drinking last night. Sunlight pierced through the half-closed blinds of my bedroom. I groaned softly, pressing my palm against my forehead as fragm
Natasha’s POV The music was too loud. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The pounding bass pulsing through the nightclub drowned my thoughts. On the other hand, the flashing lights and the bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor made everything unbearable. I







