LOGINChristina“Hunter…” I shouted. But I couldn't even see any movement in the water. We came so far that I could hardly see any other waterjet around.“Hunter.. Stop fucking joking..” My scream tore through the air. He vanished beneath the waves.Panic gripped me. Even if I didn’t love him, I couldn’t stand the thought of him drowning.My blood ran cold.I didn’t want him to die.I clenched my fist, my nails digging my palm. What if he really drowned himself.Lately, I had seen him doing the things he never did. I had no other option than jumping into the sea.I dove in after him, cutting through the cold water. “Hunter! Hunter!”Moments later, he burst from the surface. He laughed loudly.My blood boiled to see him laughing.“You said you hate me. Then what was that? You were scared as hell.”“I hate you even more,” I gritted out. “You are the worst person I have ever seen.”His hands framed my face. Forehead pressed against mine. “Why won’t you accept it, Chris? You still love me. You
ChristinaHis smirk grew. “She told me to have Alina get some stuff. But I broke my engagement. So I got it myself. For you.”There was a satisfactory grin on his face that I was wearing something he bought.but wait.. he broke his engagement? Is that true? Why was I even caring?I waved my hand. “Fuck off.” I wanted to rip the clothes off immediately.“I am not going to wear it..” I said and turned away. He gripped my elbow and pulled me.“Why? Because I bought this?” His hands moved over the cups of my bra and my body shivered.“Don’t you always like me buying your bra and thongs? You even asked me to wear you with my hands.”He said, his fingers rolled around my nipples.Before I could even respond to him, my nipples hardened.Fuck.They stood straight inside my bra. Wild rosebuds behind the thin fabric of the bra were tightened.I was scared. Too scared.My hands pressed against his chest and I shoved him away.“You are irritating me, Hunter..” I shouted.My hands folded my hands
Christina I puked into the toilet and before I could even lift my head, Hunter’s hand was already in my hair. He held it back. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of—getting caught with my symptoms. He crouched beside me. His brows creased with concern. He’d already asked me about my period cramps yesterday. I hoped he wouldn't connect the links. “You should’ve gone to a doctor. You’re pale as hell.” he said. His voice was tight with worry. I shoved his hand away and rinsed my mouth with water. “Shut up,” I muttered and turned to leave but he caught my wrist and yanked me closer. “If you won’t listen,” His breath brushed my ear. “I’ll have to make you.” His voice was desperate like he was holding himself back. His body heat pressed against my back. “Hunter…” I breathed and glanced around the tiny cabin. “We’re in the flight washroom. Anyone could walk in. Mom. Uncle Carter.” He smirked, leaning closer. “You say that like we haven’t fucked in a flight washroom
ChristinaI went to my room and started packing.Back then, I used to be desperate for our family trips. It wasn’t about the destination. It was about being with him.Having a vacation with Hunter had always been special.He’d always book the room next to mine.And we both knew one room would end up useless. Because by the first night, we’d be tangled together in a single bed.While Mom and Uncle Carter were away.But this time, there was no excitement.Only fear.Because now, I knew exactly what could happen once Mom and Carter were out of sight.I was reading a book when a knock sounded on my door.My heart skipped. I quickly shoved the book under the quilt and opened the door.“Chris…”It was Mom. I exhaled in relief.If it had been Hunter, he wouldn’t have bothered to knock. He’d have barged in like a storm. As always.She was holding a bag. A stuffed bag.“You’ll need them on our trip..” She handed it to me. I just ignored that bag and put it aside.“Mom… can I skip the trip?” My
ChristinaThey say babies start moving around the sixteenth week—sometimes later if it’s your first pregnancy.But mine started earlier.And ever since I moved into this house… I swear I feel my baby more.Like it knows. Like it reacts to him.I was lying on my bed, reading, when the door creaked open.My stomach dropped. I didn’t even need to look up. I already knew who it was.Shit. I shoved the book under the quilt. I should’ve remembered Hunter could walk into any damn room he wanted.He stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him with that soft click that always made me tense.His steps were slow, deliberate.“You’re still awake?” His voice was low. Rough from exhaustion. He sat down beside me. Close enough that the bed dipped under his weight. “Were you waiting for me?”I pushed the book further. now half under my thigh. I kept my expression blank.“Why would I?” I said flatly. “Why are you even here?”I needed him gone.Before he caught what I was reading.Before he notic
HunterThe moment I stepped out of the hospital, I rubbed my face with both hands. I wanted to slap myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.Christina was back.Finally.I’d been tired of pretending. Pretending I didn’t care. pretending I had accepted her walking away with that bastard.I never would. Not in this life.And now she was here again, under the same roof, breathing the same air.Even if it was just for two weeks, it felt like the universe had given me another chance.She said yes.That was enough.For the first time in months, I felt alive.I didn’t want to push too hard, not yet.I’d make her comfortable, lower her guard, remind her what it used to feel like when she belonged to me.And once I got that part of her back, I wasn’t ever letting go.The next morning, Dad came home from the hospital. The whole family sat together for breakfast like some perfect picture.Melania brought in the food. Brekkie rolls and bacon, Christina’s favorite.“It’s good to see everyone to







