LOGINHASANTatiana was hiding something.I had known it the moment I saw her outside the boutique struggling with those ridiculous shopping bags while clutching her phone like it contained the key to her survival.People thought they were subtle when they were nervous.They weren’t.Tatiana had always been especially bad at hiding fear. Her eyes widened slightly. Her shoulders stiffened. Her breathing changed.Five years had passed and apparently, she hadn’t learned a thing.My suspicions had solidified the moment I approached her from behind. The second my voice sounded, she jumped like someone had fired a gun next to her ear. Her phone slipped straight out of her hand.For a brief moment I had seen something in her expression that I hadn’t expected. Pure panic.It was the kind of reaction someone had when they were caught with something they shouldn’t have.And that meant only one thing: Tatiana was hiding something.As I wrapped my arm around Althea’s waist and walked her into the house
TATIANA Of course it hurt.Watching Hasan kiss Althea like that after what had happened earlier in that locked room felt like someone had taken my heart and squeezed it slowly between their fingers.His hands were on her the way they had been on me not long ago. Possessive. Certain. Like the person in his arms was the only thing in the world that existed.I could still remember the way his mouth had felt against mine, the way his breath had warmed my skin when he held me close.And now he was giving all of that to her.My throat tightened painfully.I swallowed hard, trying to force the feeling down before it could rise any further. There was nothing I could do except stand there and watch them shatter whatever pieces of me were left.The sound of their kissing echoed softly in the quiet parking area.I turned away.My feet moved automatically, carrying me toward the nearest pillar. I slipped behind it quickly, pressing my back against the cold surface like it could somehow shield me
TATIANAAlthea’s lips parted, disbelief flickering for the first time since her accusations. “Where did—how did—?” she began, but Emily held the bracelet up, her eyes steady.“I think you’ll find, Althea,” Emily said quietly but firmly, “that this was never removed from your wrist.”The words landed with a quiet finality that seemed to drain the color from Althea’s face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to process the humiliation, the evidence so clearly stacked against her, yet she refused to cede control.I remained frozen, my eyes lowered, unsure whether I should step forward or stay hidden behind Emily’s unwavering stance. Relief mingled with guilt, a bitter cocktail that made my hands clammy and my stomach churn.Emily’s eyes flicked to mine, a small, almost imperceptible nod that seemed to say, You’re okay. I’ve got you.I wanted to respond, to thank her, to say something, anything. But the words lodged in my throat. The shame of what I had done five years ago, the a
TATIANAI tried to move again, stepping toward the door like leaving would somehow erase the tension, erase the heavy weight of humiliation that clung to me like a second skin, but Emily’s hand caught mine before I could reach the threshold.“Let’s meet up for lunch or coffee after this,” she said softly, her fingers warm against mine. “We need to catch up.”I felt my chest tighten and a sour taste rise in my throat. I pulled my hand free, shrugging her off as if brushing away the memory of some trivial inconvenience.“There’s nothing to catch up on,” I said coldly, letting the words cut sharp through the space between us. “We’re clearly not in the same tax bracket again.”The words tasted like ash on my tongue even as I spat them out. Emily blinked, momentarily stunned, probably not expecting me to throw such a spiteful fit in the middle of her store. Her hand lingered in the air for a second before she dropped it while I stormed off, feeling the heat rise in my ears and the sting be
TATIANAEmily was the last person I thought I’d run into, today of all days. Just meeting Hasan at his birthday party had already brought back memories, but it also came with everyone I’d ghosted. Everyone I’d betrayed. Everyone I’d abandoned.If there was anything in Emily’s expression that suggested she had witnessed everything that had just transpired, she didn’t show it. If anything, she stood poised a few feet away, her expression carefully neutral, her eyes sharp and observant.She took in the scene in a single glance. My hand pressed to my cheek. Althea’s rigid posture. The space between us that still crackled with something ugly and unresolved.“I hope I am not interrupting,” Emily said calmly.Althea recovered first. She straightened further, her lips curling into a polite smile that did not reach her eyes.“Of course not, Emily,” Althea said, dragging out the last syllable of Emily’s name dramatically.Emily’s eyes flickered to mine.It was only for a second, maybe less, but
TATIANAI understood then that if Hasan wanted to prove he could do anything to me and I would still stay exactly where he left me, then he had already won. He did not need to threaten me or shout or remind me of what I owed him. He only needed to touch me with that precise cruelty that felt like intention, the kind that lingered long after his hands were gone. What he did to me in that room was not something I could name out loud anymore. It was enough to leave my body shaking and my thoughts scattered, enough to make me feel painfully alive in a way I had not felt in years.And then Althea walked in and he kissed her.It was almost impressive in its efficiency. One moment I was still struggling to steady my breathing, my skin too sensitive, my head spinning with the aftermath of him. The next, I was watching his mouth press against Althea’s, watching his hand settle at her throat like he had every right to be there. The timing was not accidental. Hasan never did anything without in
HasanMy whole body stiffens as Emily’s words sink in, the final nail in the coffin of whatever fragile thing Taty and I had left.She wants nothing to do with you.The words slam into my chest with the force of a freight train. Taty doesn’t even look at me. Not once. Not when Emily turns and pulls
The moment our coach informed us that we would be joining the football team for a retreat, worse yet, that we would be accompanied by Miss Treton, I half-debated faking an illness. I mean, she gets a free ride for four days of misery, leaving us stuck with a whack-ass bitch? I think I deserved one
TatianaAs soon as Hasan and I walked into the garden where the others were already waiting, silence settled over the group. More than a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward us, but none unsettled me more than Miss Treton’s.Goosebumps spread across my skin as I recalled our earlier encounter. The wei
Tatiana“Fuck… fuck… yes! Hasan, right there!” I moan his name into the cold air as what must be my fifth orgasm in fifteen minutes crashes through me. He stops his ministrations for a moment, only to thrust two fingers inside me while biting the inside of my thigh.







