LOGINC H L O EI have been staying over at Marco’s place for almost a week and it has been the best. What was supposed to be a little visit has turned into a temporary move. I was supposed to leave yesterday morning but I never did.I couldn't bring myself to. He's been taking care of me, making sure I eat and holding me at night. He hasn't brought up Xavier again and for that, I'm grateful.I'm healing, but the pain is still there.I was in the kitchen making coffee when Marco came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist."Morning, beautiful," he said, nuzzling my neck."Morning," I said, leaning back into his embrace. "What do you want for breakfast?""You," he said, his voice husky with desire.I laughed, turning around in his arms to face him. "You're a menace.""You love it," he said, leaning down to kiss me. As we kissed, I felt something hard pressing against my stomach. I pulled away, a sly smile on my face."Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just too happy to see me
B I A N C ADamian placed a blindfold over my eyes. "You'll see when we get there. The suspense is half the fun.""Fine," I huffed, a smile playing on my lips. "But if I trip and fall in these heels, you're carrying me the rest of the way.""Deal," he chuckled, guiding me out of the house and into the car.The drive was silent, my mind was racing with possibilities. Where could he be taking me? Damian was so damn good at surprises that you can never tell with him. After what felt like an eternity, the car came to a stop. He came around to my side and opened the door, helping me out."Okay," he said, taking my hand in his. "A few more steps."He led me across a grassy area, the scent of fresh air and blooming flowers filling my senses."Ready?" he asked again, his voice soft.I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. He slowly untied the blindfold, and my breath caught in my throat.We were standing in front the of the biggest house I’ve ever seen. It had a huge gate with a ‘The Mo
B I A N C A"Did he take advantage of you?" I asked, my anger rising. If Marco hurt my best friend, family or not, I would skin him alive."No," she said, her voice firm. "No, it wasn't like that. I kissed him. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed to feel something other than pain.""And he… he went along with it? After everything? After he knows how vulnerable you are?""He tried to talk me out of it," she admitted. "He said he didn't want to be a rebound. But I insisted. I told him I was a single woman and I was free to do whatever I wanted."I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair. This was a mess. A complete and utter mess.And if seemed like mess wasn’t only in my own life, but now my best friend’s too."And you don't regret it? You don't feel guilty?""I don't know," she said, her voice honest. "I should, but I don't. It felt… right. Being with him.""I don't know what to say, Chlo," I said, shaking my head. I was angry at Xavier for hurting her, angry at Marco
B I A N C AIt’s been two days since the whole incident with Elijah, and the house has never felt so quiet. We have extra security now, thanks to Damian, but it doesn't stop the chill that runs down my spine every time I hear a strange noise.Damian had been distant since then, lost in thought. He would stare at the wall for hours, his mind a million miles away. I knew he was blaming himself, and it broke my heart to see him in so much pain."Are you okay?" I asked, walking into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, staring out the window.He looked up at me, his eyes tired and filled with sadness. "I'm fine," he lied. "Just tired."I sat down next to him, taking his hand in mine. "You're not fine, Damian. You haven't been fine since Elijah showed up. Please, talk to me. I can't help you if you don't let me in."He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say, Bianca. I'm... lost. I feel like I'm failing at everything. As a husband, as
C H L O EHe looked at me, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne filling my senses."Chloe, I’m not going to be your rebound," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want more than that. I want all of you. I want to be the one you run to, not the one you run to when you're hurt. I'm not a placeholder.""Oh shut up, Marco." I said, closing the distance between us and crushing my lips against his. He didn't pull away. Instead, he kissed me back with a hunger that mirrored my own.His lips were soft and demanding, just like I remembered. One year of not knowing what I had been missing. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands tangling in my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.It was desperate and hungry. All the suppressed longing, it all poured into this one kiss. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. His grip ti
C H L O EI sat on my couch, hugging a pillow to my chest as I stared blankly at the television.The sounds of the sitcom playing filled the room, but I wasn't really watching it. My mind was a million miles away, replaying the events of the afternoon over and over again in my head.I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it was over. A year of my life, gone. Just like that. I had invested so much of myself into that relationship, so much of my heart and soul. And for what? For it to end in betrayal and deceit?I felt so stupid. So naive. How could I have been so blind? How could I not have seen the signs? The late nights at the office, the sudden ‘business trips’, the weirdness around his cousin. It was all so clear now.Marco had dropped me off at my apartment and offered to stay, but I told him I wanted to be alone. I needed to process everything, to wrap my head around what had happened. I needed to grieve the loss of my relationship in private.But as I sat there, alone in my a
B I A N C AMy eyes burned and my cheeks heated. Anger rose in my chest, but I forced myself to control.Don't lose it, Bianca. You can't. Not here, not now."Hi, Bianca," Natalia said. "Nice to see you again. Lucas has told me a lot about you. All good things, of course."“New hair, I see.” Lucas
B I A N C AThe media was going crazy with the news of the engagement between Lucas and Natalia. It was literally the talk of town with everyone wondering what would happen to his previous girlfriend; me.And people took this as the perfect opportunity to show just how much they had never shipped u
B I A N C A"Natalia is back. And I’m making her my wife."My spoon froze halfway between the bowl and my mouth. I stared at Lucas, the seriousness in his eyes as he spoke those words like it was the simplest thing in the world. Realization suddenly hit me like a bucket of ice water, I had made a g
L U C A S"Fuck!" I threw the glass of whiskey against the wall, the liquid splashing across a painting my mother had gifted me. But, I couldn't care less about it.The glass shattered, the sound as violent as the anger coursing through my veins.I looked at the articles flying around, my entire li







