ログインElona's POV
I thought I would feel like I belonged here. That was what I kept telling myself as I walked through the tall glass doors of the Velvet Fashion Show studios. The exterior was sleek, ultra-modern, with mirrored panels reflecting the city skyline, but the moment I stepped inside, the illusion shattered like glass.
The receptionist gave me a once-over with eyes that judged every inch of me in under five seconds. I wore black
Tristan's POVThe sun had barely risen when I left the house, the sky still steeped in shades of bruised violet and fading charcoal. Elona was resting at the hospital under David’s watchful eye, and Cris had made it clear she wouldn’t sleep until she had the dirt she needed to burn Velvet Fashion Studio to the ground. I let her go do her digging at SNT while I did what I knew best...confronting the beast head-on.The drive to VFS felt longer than usual, or maybe it was just the thrum of anger in my chest, making everything around me seem slower, duller, and inconsequential. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I replayed the image of Elona lying unconscious in my arms, pale and bruised. That wasn’t just exhaustion. That was a body pushed too far. And someone needed to be held accountable.The moment I stepped through the glass doors of VFS, I ignored the pristine interiors, t
Tristan's POVI sat in the waiting area, the cold plastic chair beneath me offering no comfort. My hands were clasped tightly, my knuckles were white, as I stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. David had been allowed to see Elona first. I understood, he was her father, after all. But a part of me ached to be by her side, to reassure myself that she was truly okay.Cris approached, her footsteps soft against the floor as she came from the bathroom. She sat beside me, her presence a balm to my frayed nerves. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."Yes," she replied, looking ahead of her, "I've informed Spooky about her. He's worried, and he's worried about you."I nodded. There was a pause before I spoke. "Earlier, I saw
Tristan's POVI sat hunched forward on the chair in the waiting area, elbows on my knees with my head in my hands. Each second grinding against my nerves like sandpaper. Elona was somewhere beyond those walls, pale, fragile, and unconscious.I didn’t even realize Cris had arrived until I felt her arms around me. “Dad!” she breathed out, half a sob and half a relief. She pulled back just enough to see my face, and her expression softened instantly. “Gosh, you look like hell.”“I feel worse,” I said, my voice raspy from exhaustion and emotion. “I can’t lose her, Cris.”She sat beside me, not pressing me to speak, just being there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I said it aloud. “I’ve lost people before. But Elona… She is not just anyone. I can’t-” I swallowed hard. “I won&rs
Tristan's POVThe moment Elona crumpled to the floor, time stuttered. My heart lurched, chest tightening as I lunged forward, just barely catching her before she hit the cold tiles. Her body went limp in my arms, fragile and light... too light. Her skin was clammy, her breathing shallow and uneven, her lips were pale.“Elona,” I whispered urgently, brushing a hand against her cheek. “Elona, wake up,” no response.My panic surged, raw and animalistic. I didn’t wait. I scooped her up into my arms, bolting out the front door, kicking it shut behind me. The porch light cast a pale glow across the driveway, but I barely registered it. All I saw was her. She was too still and too quiet.She didn’t weigh much, but the dread anch
Elona's POVI moved closer to him. I was only in my thong, my breasts were exposed. He moved his chair back and stood up, shaking his head as he came closer to me. I wanted him to use me instead of resorting to alcohol or work. I would rather we get through this together or me helping him in anyway that I can for him to move on. But I know that it isn't that easy to just move on."I don't think this is a good idea," he breathed as he trailed his index finger along my collarbone. Shivers went down my spine, my lips parted, before darting my tongue out to moisten them. I stared at his lips as we were inches apart."Please, just use me as you please," I begged, hoping that he would just accept it.His hands moved to cup my ass as he closed th
Elona's POVI walked into the lounge and asked Spooky if he had heard anything from Tristan. My heart was pounding in my chest because I was worried about him."I haven't heard from him, I didn't text him. Is everything okay?" Spooky asked.I looked down at my phone screen, "Cris is trying to get a hold of Tristan, but he isn't replying or reading her texts; He isn't answering her calls either. He hasn't read my text either. I will call him," I said as I dialed Tristan's number and placed the phone against my ear, but his phone went straight to voicemail. "It went to voicemail, I'll call my Dad." I then dialed my father, and he answered after two rings."Hey, how are things over there?" my Dad answered."Dad, have you heard anything from Tristan recently?" I asked."No, I haven't seen him since I've been busy, and I'm not home right now. Is e
Tristan's POVI couldn't stop thinking about Elona last night. I wanted to know if she was okay. Part of me was concerned. Hell, maybe the whole of me was concerned about her. I texted her and I didn't expect her responses to be the way that they were. It was
Tristan's POVI remain at the sliding door. David was in the kitchen, it was spacious. I could still hear Elona and Spooky laughing and I tried my utmost best to not look their way as David turned around to look at me. He stood behind the kitchen counter. I didn't know what to say because I am here
Tristan's POVI had to get away from Elona in the backyard. Every ounce of her body in that bikini of hers made me want her so badly. I just had to get away and then I tried to bury myself in work as I always do. As I went through some documents, my mind was
Elona's POVI couldn't sleep for the rest of the evening. I am not sure how many rounds Mr. Crane went with whomever she was. I should not care because we wouldn't ever be together and it would be wrong. Mr. Crane can date whomever he wants and I do not have any say in that because I am his daughte







