LOGINDAMIEN POV I had to let go. I don't know why I did it. I can't keep holding on when her life is on the line.The hurt in her eyes and her voice when I got out of the car. The hurt in her voice when she talks to Emily and that stupid pest.I might keep her at arm's length for now but that doesn't mean I'm letting go. I can never let go.She is mine and I will claim what is mine as soon as the chaos is over.I am not usually the man to hurt the one he loves to save the world. I will burn the world down for her. But I don't have the courage anymore.Emily's mother's death took a lot from me than I can imagine.And one of the ghosts of that time just rose again and I can feel his watchful eyes even in my sleep.The campaign was a success. It would have been better if I were engaged to the love of my life, but I have to take it a step at a time.Isabella’s strategy seems really efficient. I have gotten several deals from across the country just because I announced our engagement.She will
LEAH'S POV I don't know what forbidden romance will cost me but I guess one of them is irrational behavior.I just told a man that I'm sure as hell is attracted to me to stare at me. Now all he does is stare at my face politely. And a few glances at my boobs.Men!We walked out of the elevator to an open space. My jaw almost drops. This place is heaven — and heaven is an understatement.How much money was put into this place? And this is just for Emily?He loves his daughter so much. I can only wish Victor had come close. But that's impossible.I was carried away by the scenery but was jolted back by Ethan's light squeeze on my hand.The rooftop is exactly what Emily described that morning with her papers spread across the living room floor. Fairy lights everywhere — not sparse, not subtle, everywhere — strung between posts and draped along the railings until the whole space glows warm and gold. Round tables dressed in white. Fresh flowers in the center of each one, pale pink and ivo
LEAH'S POV Did I seriously just get played? I was taken advantage of by my best friend's father. My head keeps spiraling at the barrage of questions.The well-ventilated bathroom starts to tighten, the room spinning. The air conditioner makes me sick and really nauseous.I rushed to the tap, running water over my wrist. The same old trick. But this time it didn't work.I stumble backwards till my back hits the next door. I sniffle in silence. I swallowed the overwhelming emotions rising in my chest.“Leah… Leah… Leah…” It's fine, it's very okay.“Everything is falling into place for you. Your mom just got a sweet man as a lover, your sister will get a college scholarship, your best friend will own this big mall… and you… " You…” My heart sinks as I stare at my horrible reflection in the mirror. Am I that ugly?Am I that easily replaceable? I thought he asked me to leave his house because he was angry and jealous. He actually asked me to leave because he has a fiancée. I don't think
LEAH'S POV He breaks the kiss briefly, resting his head on mine, I am now on his lap.He starts breathing heavily. And whimpering slightly.“Baby….?” I call, raising his head to look at me.“Talk to me… please, your silence, not so possessive touches are killing me.” I try talking him out of whatever is wrong.He signs, “I will be fine… whatever it is, do not jump to conclusions… please”He says, with a hint of finality in his voice, like he is dropping a conversation. He dropped me off his lap then he turned to get out of the car.Just like that. Why is he treating me like we are about to break up finally? My delusional ass refuses to accept we broke up even though we were never together.I manage to step out of the car. A foot at a time, each one feels like I'm walking on a nail. Or simply walking with my pain behind my legs. Thinking back at the enthusiastic thought and expectation I had with the Intensity of the text. I feel so stupid. Like idiotic stupid.Maybe I was an idiot th
LEAH'S POV I averted my gaze as soon as I saw them. Suddenly I realized the building was beautiful.The venue is a converted waterfront warehouse on Biscayne Bay. From the outside, it doesn't look much like a standard Miami building. It has been transformed. The warm amber light spills from every window. It will be a beautiful sight to behold at night. I can imagine the amber light spills from every window, casting a golden reflection across the dark water beside it. It is beautiful but I bet it will be gorgeous at night.A red carpet runs from the valet drop, to the entrance. I wonder why Ethan didn't take that route. We were standing in a little building just outside the main building. It's linked, but not the red-carpet way. I kept on staring, keeping my mind as blank as possible to distract myself from the lovey couples.Ethan grabbed my hands, squeezing them gently. He jolted me back to reality.“You seem distracted, is everything okay?” He asks, leaning down to whisper in my
LEAH POVI don't know why I am still nervous, ever since Emily told me what her dad said. My heart skipped a beat and my body suddenly longed to be touched, seen, and caressed by him.Maybe I overreacted by not chasing after him. I won't lie, I really miss him. But I think work is really heavy on him. Or maybe he found another girl. And the girl is satisfying his desires more than I ever will.Maybe I can see him today after the campaign. And hopefully come back home as tired as my mom.Elric really meant what he said by tearing down the clothes. My mum walked back in with a bare face, dressed in an oversized shirt obviously his shirt, and with just her back and shoes.Her hair is in a mess and her lips are still shiny and swollen, you can tell they went at it again before she got down from the car. Mum isn't someone to talk about her sexual experiences with me but she told me that she had to leave his apartment.And that could only mean one thing. Or two things. Or maybe more.She ne
The bedroom door clicks shut behind us. Moonlight floods the glass walls, turning the white sheets silver and our skin ghostly pale. The ocean crashes outside steady, relentless like it’s matching the frantic beat of my heart.Damien doesn’t rush.He backs me against the wall first hands framing m
The SUV glides off the highway onto a narrow coastal road. Palm trees whip past, dark silhouettes against the moonlit ocean.Damien doesn’t speak. Neither do I. The silence is thick, charged with everything we haven’t said yet. He pulls up to a low, modern beach house with glass walls facing the A
The bus is halfway through its route when the brakes screech with a sudden, violent jolt that shoves me forward. My shoulder slams into the seat in front of me and I hear someone cursing. A bag tumbles into the aisle. The driver swears under his breath and yanks the wheel.Through the windshield,
Greasy hair slicked back, faded tattoo curling out from the collar of his worn polo, that crooked grin that used to make Mom laugh until it didn’t.He isn't meant to bug me for a while. I sent him money last night. It should have bought me more time but here he is.He slides into a corner booth like







