LOGINHey, my Rubies 🥺💞Okay… so this is it.Like, actually it.No "see you next chapter." No cliffhanger. No surprise POV sneaking in later. No "chapter ends here 😩" typed out at 2am with my heart still racing from writing it.I finished this story… and I genuinely don't know how to let go 😭I keep opening the document just to stare at it. Just to reread lines I've already read a hundred times. Because as long as I'm still looking at it, it still feels a little bit unfinished, a little bit mine to keep adding to. But it's not anymore. It's done. It's yours now, however you carry it.Thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my heart — for staying. For reading. For coming back chapter after chapter even when I left you on the most evil cliffhangers imaginable 😭 You didn't just read this story — you lived it with me. You screamed with me in the comments. You theorized. You got mad at characters like they were real people who owed you an explanation. You cried at things I cried writing. That'
ValentinaTwo Weeks LaterI hear his knock before I'm ready.My apartment is a mess—boxes half-packed because I'm still not sure if I'm staying in the city or leaving. My family finally moved out after the police recommended it for their own safety. The scandal has died down somewhat, but my life still feels like it's in pieces.I open the door.Jace stands there, and he looks... different. Lighter somehow. The weight he's been carrying for three years seems less heavy. His eyes are clearer."Hi," he says softly."Hi." I step aside. "Come in."He enters, taking in the chaos. "Are you moving?""I don't know yet. Maybe. Depends on—" I stop myself. "Depends on a lot of things."We stand there awkwardly for a moment. So much has happened. Maria and Tristan arrested. The company in crisis. The board investigations. HR meetings. Legal proceedings.And through it all, we've barely spoken. Just professional exchanges. Necessary communications.Nothing real."I went to see him," Jace says sudd
ValentinaTwo Weeks LaterThere's a knock on the door.My apartment is a mess—boxes half-packed because I'm still not sure if I'm staying in the city or leaving. My family finally moved out after the police recommended it for their own safety. The scandal has died down somewhat, but my life still feels like it's in pieces.I open the door.Jace stands there, and he looks... different. Lighter somehow. The weight he's been carrying for three years seems less heavy. His eyes are clearer. "Hi," he says softly."Hi." I step aside. "Come in."He enters, taking in the chaos. "Are you moving?""I don't know yet. Maybe. Depends on—" I stop myself. "Depends on a lot of things."We stand there awkwardly for a moment. So much has happened. Maria and Tristan arrested. The company in crisis. The board investigations. HR meetings. Legal proceedings.And through it all, we've barely spoken. Just professional exchanges. Necessary communications.Nothing real."I went to see him," Jace says suddenly.
JaceThe prison smells like disinfectant and decay.I've been here before—once, years ago, when they first locked him up. Swore I'd never come back. Swore I'd never give him the satisfaction of seeing me again.But here I am anyway.The guard leads me through security, through gates that clang shut with a finality that makes my skin crawl. Finally, we reach the visitation room—small, sterile, separated by reinforced glass.And there he is.Edward Blackwell looks older. Grayer. The expensive suits replaced by orange prison garb. But his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—are exactly the same.He smiles when he sees me. Actually smiles, like we're old friends meeting for coffee."Jace." He picks up the phone on his side of the glass. "It's been too long."I sit, reluctantly picking up my own phone. "Let's skip the pleasantries.""So businesslike. You've become quite successful, I hear. Built quite the career for yourself." His smile widens. "I'm proud.""Don't." The word comes out harsh.
ValentinaThe Brew House isn't a café.It's not even close to Fifth and Main."Where the hell is she taking us?" I mutter as Jace follows the GPS directions Maria texted after her initial call."Somewhere isolated." His jaw is clenched. "Somewhere without witnesses."We've been driving for forty minutes now, leaving the city behind, heading into increasingly wooded areas. The roads getting narrower. More deserted."This is definitely a trap," I say."Agreed.""And we're still going.""We don't have a choice."My phone buzzes with another text from Maria. More directions. Leading us deeper into the woods.Finally, the GPS announces we've arrived. But there's nothing here. Just trees and a narrow dirt path leading into the forest."You've got to be kidding me," I breathe.Another text: 'Walk. Follow the path. Bring shovels from the trunk.'"Shovels?" I look at Jace. "Why would we need—""The trunk." He gets out of the car and moves to the back, popping it open.I join him. Inside, propp
JaceThe workshop site is eerily quiet now.Everyone left hours ago—some by choice, others because I strongly suggested they give us space. Now it's just me and Valentina, sitting in the small security office of the lodge, staring at grainy footage on outdated monitors."There." Val points at the screen. "Rewind that part."I drag the timeline back. The timestamp shows yesterday afternoon—right around the time Maria knocked on my door.We watch in silence as Maria approaches my cabin. She pauses at the door, pulling out her phone. Presses it against the wood. Stays there for several minutes, her expression focused.Recording us."That bitch," Val breathes."We've got her." I save the footage to a USB drive. "This is evidence. Clear proof she recorded us without consent.""And distributed it." Val pulls up her phone, showing the cascade of messages in various group chats. "I've been documenting everything. Every person who received it, every platform it was shared on.""Good. Our lawye
Raelynn"Yara, wait!"My voice echoes down the empty hallway, but she doesn't even glance back. She just disappears around the corner, leaving me standing there like someone ripped the ground out from under my feet.Yara has never walked away from me. Not once in all these months. Not when she foun
Grayson.She’s wrecked.Lying there, cheek pressed to the sheets, hair a tangled halo, thighs still trembling from the way I just fucked her senseless. And yet—hell—her pussy’s already wet again. I can see it glistening in the faint light, dripping down her thighs like her body hasn’t had enough, l
GraysonFuck, look at her.Spread out on my bed, flushed, lips swollen from kissing, pupils blown wide... she's perfect. Too perfect. Eyes wide like she knows exactly what she's doing to me—fuck, it's been two weeks since I had her like this, and I'm one second away from losing my goddamn mind.Two
Raelynn."Fuck," he breathes, and the word comes out like a prayer and a curse all at once. His jaw clenches, every muscle in his body coiled tight like he's waging war with himself. Then his control snaps completely, and his mouth crashes against mine.The kiss is everything—brutal, desperate and







