I woke up to the quiet hum of movement downstairs a sound that was both foreign and strangely comforting. The scent of something sweet drifted up from the kitchen, but I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening.The soft sound of shoes against marble floors. Voices in low, respectful tones. The rustle of folders and papers being sorted.I blinked slowly.Today was my first day of college.Except… my college now existed inside the four walls of Ruben’s estate.When I finally gathered the energy to get out of bed, I found a note on the nightstand. Ruben’s handwriting, neat and firm:"I’ll be upstairs after my call. Everything is ready. Be kind to your tutors they’re not your enemies. Love, R."I rolled my eyes but smiled despite myself. He always knew how to toe the line between infuriating and sweet.After showering, I dressed simply jeans, a soft sweatshirt, and tied my hair up. I didn’t want to look like a Delwunco today. I wanted to feel like Lia again.As I stepped out into
“I should’ve never let you go alone,” he said, voice raw. “I told myself I was giving you space. That maybe… maybe if I backed off a little, you’d stop looking at me like I was your prison.”I swallowed. “Ruben…“I blamed myself every second I didn’t know where you were,” he continued, eyes fixed to the floor. “And when I saw you blood soaking through your clothes, unconscious Lia, I lost my mind. I still haven’t found it.”I closed my eyes briefly, a tear slipping free before I could stop it.“I don’t know what we are anymore,” I whispered. “I don’t know what to feel, what to think. There’s love. There’s pain. There’s fear. It’s all twisted up in this giant knot I can’t untangle.”“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he said simply. “But I’ll keep showing up. I’ll keep fighting for you. For us. Even if all I’m allowed to do is sit here and hold your hand.”I looked down.His fingers were still hovering near mine waiting.So I gave in.I let our hands touch.Just lightly. Just enough.
The soft sound of birdsong outside my window was the first thing I heard that morning.Peaceful.It had been four days since the kidnapping… since the blood… since Ruben carried me into the emergency room screaming for help while I bled out in his arms.Four days since I thought I’d never open my eyes again.And yet, here I was. Propped up in bed, the white linens pulled to my waist, my body aching in a hundred small ways… but alive.Very much alive.The wound on my shoulder throbbed with every movement, but the pain was dulled by the cocktail of meds the family doctor had me on.He checked in every morning without fail, followed by two more nurses Ruben personally hired. I hadn’t even seen them before this, but now it felt like they lived in the house.Daph came next always a few minutes after my vitals were taken. She never showed up empty-handed. Today, she brought fruit, some random magazines, and the messiest, most beautiful pink-and-blue bouquet I’d ever seen.“Tell me you’re bo
I stayed in the hospital for two days.Two days of Ruben never leaving my side.He slept in a chair, refused every call, canceled every meeting. I watched him from under half-lidded eyes as he paced, argued with doctors, and turned into a completely different man when the nurses took too long to change my IV.I should have been annoyed.But I wasn’t.I felt… cherished.Still caged. Still wary.But cherished.“Ready?” he asked as he stood by the door of my hospital suite, his tailored suit exchanged for black joggers and a hoodie. It was the least “Delwunco” I’d ever seen him.He held the wheelchair gently, waiting for me to sit.“Are we going home?” I asked, ignoring the tug in my chest.“To the villa,” he corrected. “The main house is too loud right now. Media's still sniffing around.”I nodded.He leaned down and lifted me like I weighed nothing, ignoring the nurse holding the chair.I protested weakly. “I can walk”“You were shot.”“That was two days ago.”He gave me the look.“You
Ken reached us then, crouched beside us. His face was unreadable, but I saw the anger tightening his jaw. His hand touched my wrist gently, checking my pulse. “She’s still fighting.”“I know,” Ruben said, his voice thick. “She always fights.”I groaned as another wave of pain seared through me.“Lia, don’t close your eyes.”“I’m… so tired…”“No.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Don’t. You said you were trying. Don’t you dare stop now.”His voice cracked.“You were never supposed to be touched,” he said, his voice low now, hoarse. “I was supposed to keep you safe. You hate this life. You hate me for it. But I swear to God, Lia, if you just live if you just open your eyes tomorrow I’ll make this right.”My hand weakly reached for his.He grabbed it, laced our fingers, kissed my knuckles like I was sacred."I wanted a simple life," I whispered.He closed his eyes. “I know.”"You promised me normal."“I broke that promise.”Silence stretched between us."But I'm not ready to leave you y
It was supposed to be a normal day.Ruben had promised. Just me, Daph, and the college we’d been dreaming about since we were fifteen.And he kept his word.At first, I felt free. Walking down the campus walkway, backpack in hand, head high. Just like any other student. For once, I wasn’t Mrs. Delwunco, I was just Lia. A freshman. A girl with dreams.But I should’ve known.Freedom in my world always came at a price.I never saw them coming.One second I was laughing with Daph about how dramatic our lecturer looked, the next tires screeched, masked men jumped out of a van, and before I could scream, everything went dark.I woke up gagged, my hands tied. Blood dripping from my temple. A stinging cut above my brow. My legs ached. My mind was hazy.They had taken me to a warehouse, cold, damp, and silent except for the crunch of boots and murmured threats in a language I didn’t understand. But I knew fear when I felt it.And I felt it in every inch of my body.“She’s worth more alive,” on