LOGINSummer’s POVAfter Alexander left the mansion, the silence that followed felt heavier than before. His presence always filled the air like a storm, commanding, consuming, impossible to ignore. But now that he was gone, it was quiet… too quiet.The guards were still everywhere, stationed near the doors and the garden. I could hear faint murmurs through the hallways, the sound of men talking through radios, boots shuffling against marble floors, but inside the living room, there was nothing except the soft hum of the chandelier above and the beating of my heart.Lucien sat on the couch across from me, his posture relaxed, legs crossed casually as if the entire world wasn’t collapsing around us. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and there was that ever-present spark in his eyes, something unreadable, like he knew things I didn’t.He was so different from Alexander. Where Alexander was fire and command, Lucien was calm and mischief. But there was something beneath that calmne
Summer’s POVThe mansion no longer felt like a home.It felt like a cage, beautiful, guarded, and terrifyingly quiet.From the moment I woke up that morning, the air had changed. Men in black suits patrolled the halls, their faces grim, their movements precise. The hum of walkie-talkies echoed faintly through the corridors, and outside the window, I could see men stationed along the fences with guns slung across their shoulders.Alexander wasn’t in bed when I opened my eyes. The side of the mattress where he slept was cold, sheets perfectly straightened, as if he had been awake for hours already.Something heavy settled in my chest.I wrapped my robe around me and made my way downstairs. Every step I took seemed to echo in the vast, tense silence of the house. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I stopped, because there he was.Alexander.He stood in the middle of the living room surrounded by guards, tall and sharp in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, veins visible along hi
The world outside the car window felt blurred, as if it was grieving with me. Raindrops slid against the glass, soft and relentless, echoing the ache in my chest. I sat between Alexander and Lucien, both silent, both carrying expressions that made it hard to breathe.We were on our way to the hospital, to fix my mother’s cremation papers, but my heart refused to accept that word. Cremation. It felt like betrayal to even think of her as gone.The moment we arrived, I stepped out first. My hands trembled as I walked through the familiar hospital doors. The scent of disinfectant hit me like a wave of memories, of her laughter, of her voice, of the warmth that used to fill these cold walls.Lucien quietly handled the paperwork, his calmness the opposite of the storm brewing inside me. Alexander stayed close, his hand brushing mine, grounding me even in silence.When the nurse approached, holding a white envelope with my name written in my mother’s handwriting, I froze.“This was found in
Summer’s POVThe afternoon sunlight was pale, dimmed by the drifting clouds that hung over the estate. I wandered into the garden behind the mansion, needing a moment away from the heavy tension inside. The roses there were in bloom, white, soft, and almost too quiet, the kind of beauty that hides how easily it can bleed if touched wrong.My hands brushed the petals absently, but my mind wasn’t calm. Ever since breakfast, I couldn’t stop replaying Lucien’s words.They might have already found her.It lingered in my thoughts, gnawing at me, mixing unease with confusion. Found who? Why had he looked at me when he said it?I was still lost in thought when I heard footsteps behind me, steady, unhurried, confident.“Beautiful place to think,” a familiar voice said smoothly.I turned. Lucien stood there, his hands tucked in his pockets, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, his expression unreadable. There was something about him that felt both calm and dangerous, like a blade sheathed in ch
Summer’s POVThe next morning felt too still. Too quiet. Like the air itself was waiting.Even the usual hum of the mansion, the soft chatter of the maids, the footsteps in the hallways, seemed muted, almost cautious. I stood near the tall glass windows of the living room, watching the drizzle outside as my heart thumped a nervous rhythm in my chest.Lucien de Rossi.Alexander’s brother.I’d heard his name whispered enough times to know he wasn’t the type of man people forgot. A ghost, some said. A strategist, others claimed. The “shadow” of the de Rossi family.And now, after years away, he was coming home.Behind me, I could hear Alexander’s steady footsteps pacing across the marble floor. He hadn’t said much since dawn, but his clenched jaw and restless hands gave him away. He was never good at hiding emotions, not when it came to his brother.“Are you nervous?” I asked softly, turning to look at him.He stopped pacing and met my gaze. “No.”But the slight flicker in his eyes said
Summer’s POVI don’t think I’ve ever wanted the floor to swallow me whole until tonight.If there were awards for “Most Awkward Moments in a Lifetime”, I’d win, hands down.Because how on earth do you recover from the moment your boyfriend’s mother walks into the room… while you’re very, very naked with said boyfriend?Even hours later, my skin still burns at the memory.I swear I could still hear Katherine de Rossi’s horrified gasp echoing in my head, followed by a string of words that made Alexander curse under his breath and dive for the blanket like his life depended on it.Now, past midnight, I’m hiding in the kitchen, trying to make myself useful while Katherine hums softly by the stove, cooking something that smells way too comforting for how tense I still feel. The soft golden light flickers across her face as she flips something in a pan, garlic rice, maybe, or buttered eggs.She doesn’t look angry anymore. Just… amused.And that’s somehow worse.“Still red as a tomato,” Kat







