MasukChristinaThe last few days of the trip dragged on. Each one felt heavier than the last.I avoided Hunter as much as I could.Different chairs. Different paths. Different excuses.But avoidance didn’t erase him. It only made me more aware of when he was close.Once, he pulled me into a brief hug—too fast for anyone to question it. His hand brushed my stomach by accident.He froze.So did I.His fingers lingered for a fraction of a second longer than they should have. Like he’d felt something. Like his body had registered it before his mind could.My breath hitched. I didn’t stop him.I hated that part the most.The next morning, we gathered on the beach again.The sun was already high. Laughter floated through the air.Alina stayed glued to Hunter’s side, her arms wrapped around his waist, sometimes his arm. Anyone watching them would’ve thought they are still dating..But his eyes never left me.Not when he laughed.Not when she touched him.Not even when our parents were right there
HunterTwo years ago.My hands gripped Chris’s tight. I schemed this move to make her fall harder for me. One step closer to her soul. Closer to break her.But now her hand fit so perfectly in mine that I couldn’t let it go.Not even for a second.“I love you,” Chris said. Her cheeks flushed hot pink. Eyes crinkled with that shy smile that twisted my gut.“Really? Prove it,” I teased.I just wanted to test her. See how deep she was in.“How?” she asked. Her voice was full of fire. So sure of her love. “How can I prove my love for you?”She tilted her head. Her eyes locked on mine like she would fight for this truth.“Kiss me. Right here. Right now.”She glanced around. Blinked fast.“Here?”We had come with my dad’s business partner’s family trip.We were on a quiet beach. Just us and the waves.“Yes.” I stepped closer. My chest brushed hers. “Show me.”No one was nearby. But she hesitated. Scared we’d get caught.“What’s wrong? Don’t you love me enough?”My lips curled into a smirk.
HunterChris plopped beside her and.“How was your date?” Melania asked, almost bouncing with excitement.I’d never despised her the way I did in that moment.I used to love her for trying to fix things between Chris and me. For believing we could be salvaged. Then she’d invited those two—Asher and Alina—like tossing a match into gasoline.“It went well,” Chris said and smiled.The word well scraped against my skin.I lifted my fork and pretended to eat but my jaw was tight. My senses tuned to every shift in her voice. Every breath she took.“And?” Melania leaned closer. “Did you two kiss?”My fork froze halfway to my mouth.The sound of cutlery around us blurred. The sea. The music. Everything dulled to a low hum.Chris’s gaze slid to me.Straight into my darkness.Her expression didn’t change. No blush. No guilt. No defiance. Just calm—deliberate, measured calm—like she knew exactly what that question had done to me.My fingers curled slowly around the fork.Waiting.For her answer.
Hunter“Why don’t you just give up, Hunter?” Alina’s voice slid into my ear. Soft and poisonous. “Look at them. Your family’s already accepted him.”My jaw tightened.Across the sand, Chris was laughing. Dancing. Asher’s hand rested on her bare waist like it belonged there.It didn’t.My blood burned. I’d tried everything to keep him away from her. Every trick. Every boundary crossed. And still—she stood there with him. Bold and glowing. In a way that made my chest ache.“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered.Alina flinched but didn’t move away.Chris turned slightly. The firelight catching her skin. The bikini barely hid what I already knew by heart.She wasn’t shy anymore.Not like before. She was learning how much power she had and she was using it right now.I grabbed the bottle of rum and tipped it back. The burn doing nothing to quiet the storm inside me.Alina caught my wrist. “Hunter, what are you doing?” Her fingers tightened. “I love you. Why won’t you accept my love?”She reached
ChristinaThe sand rushed up fast.By the time our feet touched the ground, my hands were still knotted in Hunter’s shirt. I didn’t remember reaching for him. I only knew he hadn’t let go once—not when the wind screamed, not when my knees shook, not even when the harness slackened.His arms stayed tight around me, like he was afraid I’d vanish the second the ropes came off.I stepped away the moment I could breathe again.Mom and Uncle Carter were already walking toward us.“Hunter… Chris?” Mom’s brows pulled together. “You two went together?”Hunter opened his mouth.Yes, Auntie,” he started, stepping closer to her.“Mom,” I cut in quickly. My heart was still racing. “I got scared of the height. Hunter just… helped me calm down.”The words tasted wrong.But I said them anyway.I told myself I was protecting the peace.The truth was simpler—I was afraid of what Hunter would do if I didn’t.Mom’s face softened. “Oh. That’s good, then.”Relief loosened something in my chest.Then her g
HunterI signaled the helper.He hesitated, then released the rope.I couldn’t see Chris’s face, but I felt it—the sharp flinch in her body. The way her breath stuttered under my hands.She was shocked. So was Alina.Chris never saw it coming.She never knew I decided the moment I left the dining table.I would be the one flying with her. Not that bastard.“But you should go with Alina,” she said quickly. “Why are you here with me?”Alina was still close enough to see us. Her eyes were wide. Helpless.“I broke off the engagement. She was never more than a friend” I said low. “You and I go together.” I tightened the straps and looked straight at Chris.Even though she was not cooperating much. I still made her wear the suit.“I won’t let another woman into my life. And I won’t let you go with another man.”I gestured to the instructor.He nodded. “Run.”Chris didn’t move.She planted her feet like the ground itself was holding her back.“I’m not going with you.” She shook her head hard







