Blake's POV
I was all dressed up and ready for lunch with Carmen at Highlands Bar and Grill in town. Pocketing my car keys, I walked out of my room and made my way down the stairs into the living room. A few strides later, I was outside, heading straight to the parking lot. I drove to the restaurant and took a seat at a table for two. A few minutes later, Carmen arrived, wearing a peach blossom top paired with white jeans. Her handbag rested gracefully on her shoulder as she walked over to me. “Hey Blake,” she said, flashing that beautiful smile of hers. I was momentarily lost in thought. She still had that effect on me. “Wow, you look ravishing,” I said sincerely. “Thanks,” she replied with a soft smile. I quickly stood and pulled out the chair for her to sit. “Thanks for coming, Carmen,” I said. “You're welcome,” she replied, placing her bag on the table. I signaled to the attendant, and we placed our orders. I went with a Philly cheesesteak and lemonade, while Carmen ordered barbecue ribs and a fruit smoothie. A few quiet minutes passed before I broke the silence. I had to. “Carmen, I’m really sorry about how things ended between us,” I began. “Um… it’s okay. It’s in the past now,” she replied calmly. “I know I was a jerk. I should’ve listened to you, but…” “But what?” she asked, finally looking at me. “I was shocked by what I saw Hunter doing to you. I thought you were enjoying it.” I shook my head. “I didn’t know Nora was behind everything. I swear.” “So you knew?” she asked, stunned. “Yeah, but not until a couple of months later. Jason overheard Nora bragging to her friends about how she managed to split us up. When he told me, I wanted to make things right, but I was scared. I figured you were mad and wouldn’t want to hear anything I had to say.” I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself. “I kept hoping I’d get the chance to tell you. But then I found out you were with someone else… and it crushed me, Carmen. I thought I’d lost you for good.” “You hurt my feelings, Blake,” she said, her voice quiet but sharp. “The least you could’ve done was trust me. But you didn’t.” “I know. That’s why I never came forward. I was ashamed of myself ashamed for letting Nora ruin what we had. I broke up with you without hearing your side. I’m so sorry, Carmen.” I didn’t even realize I was tearing up. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again… and now here you are.” “You know,” she began, her hand resting on her chest, “I hated you for not trusting me. How could you believe I’d make out with someone on my birthday? In my own bedroom? I gave you everything, Blake, and you just broke my heart.” “I know, Carmen. That’s why I want to make it up to you,” I said, cutting in gently. “Make it up?” she raised a brow. “Seriously?” “Just… give me a second chance. Not as your boyfriend. As your friend. I promise I won’t hurt you again. Please, Carmen.” She let out a breath and thought for a moment. “Alright… friends?” she said, extending her hand. “Yeah, friends!” I grinned and shook it. “Thank you, Carmen. I’m so happy right now.” “You’re welcome, Blake.” “So, what do you do now?” I asked. She looked at me for a moment, then answered, “Actually… I’m not working at the moment. I got fired two days ago.” “What?” I stared in disbelief. “But why?” “My car broke down, and I had a hard time getting a cab. When I tried explaining to my boss, he just cut me off. That was it.” “He clearly has anger issues,” she added. “He could use a few anger management classes.” “What about you?” she asked, changing the subject. “I’m the CEO of Heriot Investment Company.” “Wow. That’s amazing,” she said, impressed. “We’re actually in need of a manager. The previous one tried to embezzle company funds and got fired. The position’s still vacant.” I looked at her. “So Carmen… would you like to work with us?” Her eyes widened. “Blake, are you serious?” “Yeah, absolutely,” I nodded. She lit up. “Yes! I’d love that.” “Just get your CV ready. I’ll let you know when to start.” “I don’t even know what to say… I’m so happy. Thank you so much, Blake.” “Come on, Carmen. It’s nothing. It’ll be great having you there,” I said with a smile. “Thanks,” she beamed. “I should get going,” she said, rising from her seat. “No worries. I’ll drive you home.” We hopped into my car and spent the drive catching up about our high school friends. When we reached her place, she stepped out. “I’ll be on my way now,” she said. “Bye.” She had no idea I’d taken over my father’s company. After the way our relationship ended, I never thought she’d even want to speak to me again. But somehow, fate had brought us back together. And you know what? Thinking about it now, I didn’t even realize how much I missed her… until today. There was this spark again something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Yeah, she still had that effect on me. I smiled. But then, I tried to push the thought away.My blood ran cold.What is she talking about?Nora’s smirk deepened as she lowered the phone slowly, like she couldn’t wait to drop her next line.“Oh, Carmen,” she sighed, as if she pitied me. “Still clinging to half-truths, huh?”I narrowed my eyes, trying to steady my breath. “What the hell are you talking about, Nora?”She leaned against the pipe across from me, casually crossing her arms like we were in a classroom, not a concrete prison. “You keep thinking I ruined you and Blake. That I was the big bad wolf in your fairytale.” Her lips curled.“Hate to break it to you, but this little nightmare? I didn’t come up with it.”I stared at her.Her words hung in the air like poison.“What?”Her eyes sparkled mean, delighted. “Your precious twin brother. Caleb. It was his plan. All of it. The party. The setup. The way Blake found you with Hunter. That was Caleb’s design, not mine.”My breath whooshed out of me like I’d been punched.“No,” I whispered. “That’s not true. Caleb warned me
Carmen’s POVDarkness.Thick. Suffocating. Endless.I didn’t know how long I’d been out minutes? Hours? My head throbbed with every heartbeat, a deep, echoing pain behind my eyes. The air smelled like gasoline and damp concrete. Cold. Foreign. Hostile. I tried to move. My wrists burned. Tied. Ankles, too. My back was pressed against something hard metal. A pipe, maybe. My arms tingled from lack of blood flow. Panic surged in my chest like wildfire, but I forced it down.No screaming. No freaking out. Not yet.Breathe, Carmen. Think.The boutique. I was browsing journals. Then......That flicker in the mirror.The hand.The cloth.Chloroform.It hadn’t been a dream. It was real.A drip echoed somewhere nearby. Then footsteps slow, deliberate. Like someone wanted me to know they were coming. I stopped breathing.A door creaked open, casting a stripe of dim light across the floor. A figure stood in the doorway tall, broad, face masked in black. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt them.He
Jacques’ POV Something felt off. It wasn’t the café, or the breeze, or even Fab going on about that trash reality show she loved to hate. It was the quiet. Carmen quiet. Not just not talking quiet. Not in the area quiet. She’d said she’d be right back just popping into the boutique. That was… what, five minutes ago? Maybe seven. But now, the shop next door looked still. Too still. I glanced at the door. No movement. Just that soft, golden light glowing from inside. “I’ll check on her,” I said, already standing. Fab barely looked up from her phone. “Tell her to hurry. I have dinner plans with my third favorite cousin.” The bell over the boutique door jingled softly as I stepped in. Instantly lavender. Wood. Paper. But no Carmen. I scanned the room, expecting her near the shelves, maybe flipping through one of those overpriced notebooks she always swore she'd actually use this time. Nothing. My brows knit together. There was a girl behind the counter, earbud
Carmen’s POVThe morning air felt… off. Not cold. Not warm. Just heavy like something was pressing down on my chest, refusing to let me breathe right. It wasn’t the weather.It was me.Every step I took felt like dragging weight through water. I told Blake I was heading to Fab’s, but that was a lie. I couldn’t sit across from anyone right now. Not until I’d patched myself up enough to fake being okay.I just needed space. A breath. A damn second. But apparently, the universe didn’t get the memo. Because as I rounded the corner to my street, distracted and numb, I almost walked right into someone.I jerked back.He froze.Jacques.Of course it was Jacques.My heart stuttered. Everything in me paused, suspended in the silence that suddenly stretched between us.He looked just as stunned as I felt maybe more. For days, he’d been distant. Ice-cold. Like I didn’t exist. And I’d stopped waiting for that to change.But here he was. Staring right at me.And worse… seeing me.The tiredness beh
Blake’s POVShe smiled.Not the real kind, not the one that reached her eyes and made the whole damn room tilt. This one was practiced. Polite. Like she was trying not to break something fragile between us.And maybe she was. I handed her the coffee, brushing her fingers with mine.“Come eat,” I said, pretending not to notice the tightness in her voice. “Waffles are getting cold.”She followed me back to the kitchen, silent except for the sound of her sipping coffee. I loaded her plate, added extra strawberries the way she liked, and waited for her to meet my eyes.She didn’t.“You sure everything’s okay?” I asked.She nodded. “Yeah. Just didn’t sleep great.”Lie.I knew her too well for that. The way her jaw tensed when she was overthinking. Something was wrong. Or someone.But I didn’t push. Not yet.Instead, I leaned back in my chair and watched her pick at her waffles.Carmen never picks at food.“I was thinking we could drive out to the cliffs later,” I offered. “Catch the sunset
Carmen’s POVWarmth.That was the first thing I felt before I even opened my eyes. A kind of stillness, wrapped in tangled sheets and sunlight sneaking through linen curtains.Then I felt him.Blake’s arm, heavy around my waist. His chest rising slowly against my back. His face tucked into the curve of my neck like he never wanted to let go.My heart fluttered, then stumbled.“Are you awake?” he murmured against my skin.Damn it. He always knew.“Unfortunately,” I whispered, my voice still thick with sleep.He shifted, his lips brushing my shoulder. “You good?”I finally turned to face him. His hair was messy, his eyes soft and too open. Vulnerable. Not Blake Lockwood the CEO. Just Blake. Mine.He kissed me slow and soft. None of last night’s fire. Just something real.Then I sat up, wrapping the sheet around me. “I need coffee.”He chuckled. “We’ve got espresso pods. And I’m told I make excellent waffles.”“Waffles might be a start,” I mumbled as I padded toward the kitchen.But the