로그인In that little town on the island, there was one family more rich and powerful than the rest, the Dankworths. And Jana knew that all too well. She was a pretty fifteen-year-old girl from the other side of town. Her family were outcasts, nobodies, seen as part of the lowlifes. But even so, she had eyes only for Lawrence Dankworth, one of the Dankworth sons. He became the center of her universe, though she had to keep it a secret. If people ever found out about her ultimate crush on him, she would become the laughingstock of the town. Lawrence held nothing but hatred for her family. It even came to the point where he showed up at their home and ordered them to leave. She was too shocked to comprehend the hatred in his eyes, too stunned as their house burned under his command, before she could even pack what little they owned. They had no choice but to leave the island. But Jana carried the memory of that day deep in her heart. Years passed. And now, she has decided to return.
더 보기* James *When the car finally started we immediately hit the road, the rain leaving behind only a faint hiss as the tires rolled over the wet gravel. For the first time in days, there was no wind, no thunder, and only silence. I think about everything you're tryingJane sat beside me with her hands folded tightly in her lap. She didn't speak, didn't even look at me, and somehow I was grateful for it. I didn't have the strength for words right now and I don't want to argue either, definitely not with her.The hum of the engine filled the small space between us, and though I should have felt relief that the car was finally running again, all I felt was an ache sitting heavy in my chest. I kept my eyes on the narrow road ahead, watching the mist cling to the trees, the manor's tall, familiar silhouette beginning to take shape through the fog as we finally approach home after hours of driving. Magnolia Manor. Home, for her, at least. For me, it was just another post where job takes place
* Jane Dankworth *When I woke from my deep sleep, I noticed that the storm hadn't stopped. The sound of rain was softer now, but steady, like a rhythm. And him.James sat near the window, with his back to me, the faint outline of his shoulders tense beneath his shirt. He hadn't slept, I could tell from last night. Even from here, I could feel the weight of his silence, the kind that pressed into the air until it hurt to breathe.For a while, I just watched him, his form. The man whom I thought had always kept a wall between himself and the world. The same man who had thrown himself between me and danger without hesitation. And last night, he had let me in but what about after?The memory came back in my mind like a wave, his lips, his hands, the way he'd whispered my name as if it was something sacred. Every touch had burned, every breath had felt like a promise he couldn't make but still did.But now, in the gray stillness of morning, everything was back to real again. I sat up slow
* James *Our quiet morning didn't last long, just like how I expected. It was when midmorning, when I stepped outside to check the vehicle, I noticed the sky beginning to gray again, a slow, heavy blanket of clouds rolling in from the sea. The air shifted too, carrying that thick, metallic scent that always came before another big storm.I muttered a series of explicit words under my breath and tried to start the engine. And not even a cough came out of it. I checked the hood, the wires fine, oil is steady, fuel low but enough for the ride. But the battery was just dead."Damn it," I hissed, slamming the hood down.From the doorway, Jane's voice floated out, soft but edged as she watched me. "What happened?""The car won't start," I said, trying not to let my irritation show. "Battery's dead. Must've drained from the cold last night.""So, what now?""We wait until it dries up enough outside. I'll check again or find a way to charge it manually, if it works."She crossed her arms, b
* James *A few hours have passed by and then it was dawn in the cabin. The storm had passed, leaving the air damp and heavy with the scent of wet earth and leaves of plants. Light filtered through the cabin's single window, pale and gold, touching everything it could reach, the rifle on the table, the folded map by the lamp, and her.Jane was still asleep against me when I realized I hadn't closed my eyes once, I was staying vigilant. I'd stayed awake through the night, half out of habit, half because I couldn't bring myself to move her.She was resting quietly now, the fear that had ruled her face last night replaced by something softer. A faint peace. Her head was still on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. I forced myself not to feel anything but it was hard. As hard as the thing that throbs in the middle of my thighs.It should've been comforting for her but for me it was torture. It was dangerous. It's the first time in my life I have been this close to a woman withou
*James *The storm outside keeps going. It crawled over the roof like waves after waves in a shore, the rain drumming against the wood and glass like it was trying to get inside the cabin. I'd seen nights like this before, too many to mention but never one that felt this quiet and dangerous at the
* James *When we arrived, I parked the vehicle in the circular drive. She got down before I could even kill the engine. Two figures stepped out from the portico, an older man with shoulders that still carry a general's straightness and a face carved by decisions, Lance Dankworth if I am not mistak
* James *It didn't take long until we hit the road to Magnolia Manor. It stretched long with nothing but trees, and tall grass of the island.We'd been driving for almost an hour, cutting through miles of countryside with the sun dipping low behind us and the asphalt shimmering with heat. Jane sat
* Jane Dankworth *As soon as i step in inside the office, the private phone rings. The call barely rang once before his voice came through, low, aged, but still carrying the weight of the Dankworth name that could silence a room. My grandpa, I am sure that he has heard about what happened by now.






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