INICIAR SESIÓNBastian felt like a prisoner being dragged back to Eastbourne.Whether he wanted to or not, he had to leave the job he had just started building to meet Renee’s demands.At first, Renee had agreed to let him continue working out of town. But after that, everything turned into drama. Renee forced Bastian to quit his job, saying it was for the “sake” of the baby she was carrying.Pressure from Mr. Carlyle left Bastian with no way to refuse.Now he was back to square one. He was trapped in Renee’s grip again.And this time, the hold felt even tighter.Every step Bastian took through Eastbourne Square felt heavy. Beside him, Renee walked with her chin lifted high. Every now and then, she rubbed her still-flat stomach as if showing off her victory to the world.Renee stopped in front of a baby boutique, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the clothes on display. She turned to Bastian excitedly.“Look, Bastian. Those baby clothes are so cute, don’t you think? Which ones should we get? Blu
Anthony drove like a madman toward Renee’s apartment. The entire way there, he kept replaying the memory of that night in his head, even though it was still blurry to him. Still, Anthony knew what had happened between him and Renee.And sometime after that, Bastian had decided to leave the apartment.The timeline was too close.After parking the car, Anthony didn’t get out right away. He stayed inside, hesitating, unsure what he was going to say to Renee.Less than twenty minutes later, he saw Bastian walk out of the building.Bastian looked completely shaken. Devastated, even. He didn’t even notice Anthony’s car parked nearby.Bastian hurried off down the sidewalk.But Anthony was not here for him. Not now. The person he needed to see was Renee.Anthony finally stepped out of the car and approached the security guard in the lobby.“Can I help you?” the guard asked, confused.“Tell Renee Anthony is waiting downstairs. I need to talk to her. It’s important.”The guard nodded and called
Belle covered her face with her hands, still wrapped in boxing hand wraps. Her sobs grew louder, shaking her body violently. What she didn’t realize was that another set of footsteps had entered the gym and stopped not far from her.Anthony stood there, watching her.He watched his little sister slowly falling apart because of Bastian. And Anthony had already predicted something like this would happen.The age gap between Bastian and Belle was too wide—even if age itself wasn’t always the deciding factor. Still, there were too many things that made their relationship unlikely to last. Even though Bastian had already been gone from Eastbourne for the past month.Anthony let out a long breath. Even though he still felt tight with disappointment over his sister’s secret relationship, he couldn’t bear to see her like this. Watching Belle cry like that made his anger flare up again.Not at Belle. But at Bastian.Anthony stepped closer and crouched beside her. He hesitated for a moment befo
Eastbourne had never felt this cold before.Belle ignored every vibration from her phone as she stepped off the bus and walked along the sidewalk at midnight. Bastian’s name kept appearing on her screen, followed by message after message filled with apologies.But Belle couldn’t bring herself to read them.Every time she saw his name, the image of that pregnancy test with two blue lines slammed back into her mind. She stopped at a street intersection with no idea where she was going. She had even lied to Mr. Watson, saying she would be staying at Eve’s place that weekend.In the end, Belle hailed a taxi and went back home. She could come up with a thousand excuses for why she chose to return. Anything was better than listening to another explanation from Bastian.When she arrived home, Mrs. Watson opened the door and looked surprised to see her.“Didn’t you say you were staying at Eve’s this weekend?” her mother asked.In truth, Belle and Eve hadn’t really spent time together lately.
One full moon had passed since Bastian left Eastbourne. In the new city, at the Metro Art Center, his life had become much calmer. The chaos and tension that used to crowd his mind slowly began to settle, replaced by routines that helped him think more clearly and live more wisely.There was no smell of sweat and adrenaline here like there had been before. No more Renee’s shouting. No more Anthony’s sharp, judging stares.But there was one thing he still missed.Belle.Now Bastian worked as a logistics manager for contemporary art exhibitions. It was a clean, legal job that gave him a renewed sense of dignity—even if the paycheck still wasn’t anything spectacular.That afternoon, in the grand lobby of the gallery, Bastian looked completely absorbed in his work. He was supervising the relocation of a bronze sculpture installation when he noticed a girl with long brown hair standing near the entrance.She carried an oversized backpack slung over her shoulders and flashed him a bright sm
The sound of a large backpack zipper being pulled shut echoed through the quiet apartment living room. Bastian worked quickly, stuffing his clothes into the bag. His face looked lighter, though there was still a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.That job out of town was officially his. Next month, Bastian would be starting a new life. Far from the underground ring, and far from Renee.Renee sat on the couch, sipping her drink from a crystal glass. Her eyes followed Bastian’s every move. Strangely, she didn’t look like she was freaking out. She was very quiet.Even earlier, when Bastian said they should take a break and postpone the engagement, Renee had just stayed silent. As if she had already accepted that they might eventually separate.“So… you’re really going to leave me,” Renee said calmly.Bastian paused for a moment but didn’t turn around. “This is the best thing for both of us.”“Okay. I won’t try to stop you anymore.”Renee stood up and walked toward the liquor table. She let
The Eastborough pier wasn’t beautiful at night. The lighting was poor, relying only on a dying streetlamp flickering at the entrance. But for Belle, that only made her adrenaline spike.At least it was safe. And it offered one thing no other place did: privacy.Belle walked carefully, pulling her h
Anthony climbed out of the ring, looking furious. Belle stood up, instinctively trying to put distance between herself and her brother, but Eve immediately stepped in his way. The guys around them did too.“Relax, dude!” one of them said.“I’m not your dude!!” Anthony snapped.All eyes turned to th
Bastian only glanced at Belle before brushing past her and walking into the shop.Belle stayed rooted to the spot, not even getting a greeting from him. Her whole body trembled in shock—Bastian had just kissed another woman right in front of her. And just like that, he acted as if nothing had happe
Belle’s heart pounded when she saw the name “Mom” flash across her phone screen. She glanced at Eve, who gave her a reassuring nod. Belle answered the video call and awkwardly waved at her mother.“Hi, honey. I’m just checking on you,” Mrs. Watson whispered. "It's your dad. He's worried about you."







