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HIS RULES, MY WAR
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2026-06-27 21:10:19
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Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises THE FAKE FIANCÉE
The morning after Vanessa's arrival, the house feels different.Lighter. Hopeful. Like we finally have an ally. Like we finally have a chance. Like the tide is turning. Like the darkness is finally lifting. Like the sun is finally breaking through the clouds. Like we can finally breathe. Like we can finally live. Like we can finally hope.Ethan is in the kitchen. Making coffee. He's almost smiling. His shoulders are relaxed. His eyes are clear. The tension is gone from his jaw. The weight is lifted from his shoulders. The darkness is gone from his eyes. He looks like a man who's been reborn. A man who's been given a second chance."Good morning.""Good morning. You look different. You look like a different person. You look like the man I fell in love with. You look like the man I married. You look like the man I've been waiting to see.""You look happy. You actually look happy. I haven't seen you like this in weeks. I haven't seen you like this since before my father died. Since befor
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises VANESSA ARRIVES
The doorbell rings at 7 AM.I'm in the kitchen. Coffee in hand. Still half asleep. The morning light is gray. The house is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that feels like waiting. Like the calm before the storm. Like everything is about to change. Like the world is holding its breath. Like something is about to break.Ethan is already at the door. He's been up for hours. Working. Planning. Fighting. He doesn't sleep anymore. He just fights. He just survives. He just keeps going. He just keeps pushing forward. He just keeps fighting.I hear a voice. Familiar. Female. I know that voice. I'd recognize it anywhere. It's the voice of someone who's been through hell and come out the other side. Someone who's been broken and rebuilt. Someone who's been shattered and pieced back together."I need to talk to you. It's important. It's urgent. It's about Sanders. It's about everything. It's about the war you're fighting. It's about how to win. It's about how to end this."Vanessa.She walks
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises DON'T TOUCH HER
The morning is tense.The air is thick. Heavy. Suffocating. The house feels smaller than it used to. Like the walls are closing in. Like the ceiling is dropping. Like the world is shrinking around us. Like everything we've built is about to collapse.Ethan is on the phone again. His voice is sharp. Commanding. He's not asking. He's telling. He's demanding. He's fighting. He's raging against the darkness."I want her protected. 24/7. I don't care what it costs. I don't care who you have to hire. I don't care how many people it takes. I don't care if you have to camp out in her front yard. I don't care if you have to move her to a safe house."A pause. His jaw tightens. His hand clenches into a fist."Yes, I'm sure. She's a witness. She's in danger. She's the key to everything. She's the one who can bring him down. She's the one who can give us justice. She's the one who can set us free."Another pause. His knuckles go white. His face goes pale."Call me if anything happens. Anything. E
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises HIS RULES, MY WAR
The morning after Margaret's confession, Ethan is different.He's not hollow anymore. He's not empty. He's not lost. The shell is gone. The mask is gone. He's angry. Focused. Determined. Like a man who finally knows what he's fighting for. Like a man who's found his purpose. Like a man who's ready for war.He's been on the phone for hours. Making calls. Following leads. Building a case. His voice is sharp. His words are precise. He's not asking. He's demanding. He's commanding.I watch him from the doorway. He's pacing. His jaw is tight. His fists are clenched. His eyes are burning."I don't care what it takes. I need that file. I need it today. I need it now. I need it yesterday."A pause. His jaw tightens further."Then find it. I don't care how. I don't care what it costs. I don't care who you have to bribe. I don't care who you have to threaten. Just find it."Another pause. His hand clenches."Call me when you have something. Anything. Even a rumor. Even a whisper. Even a guess."
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises UNDER HIS ROOF
The house feels different now.It's not just a house anymore. It's not just a building with walls and windows and a roof. It's home. It's ours. It's where we built our family. It's where we found each other again. It's where we learned to love again.But the walls feel closer today. The air is heavier. Sanders' words are still echoing in my head like a warning siren. Like a threat. Like a promise of more pain to come.I'm in the kitchen. Making coffee. Trying to pretend everything is normal. Trying to pretend I'm not terrified. Trying to pretend my hands aren't shaking.Ethan walks in. His eyes are still hollow. But there's something else there too. Determination. Fire. The will to fight. The will to survive."Good morning.""Morning.""How did you sleep? Did you get any rest at all?""Didn't. Couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I saw Sanders' face. I heard his voice.""Me neither. I just lay there staring at the ceiling. Counting the minutes until morning."He pour
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises FIRST CRACK IN HIS ARMOR
The morning after the call, Ethan is different.He's quiet. Distant. His eyes are hollow. Empty. Like someone turned off the lights inside him. Like someone pulled the plug on his soul. He doesn't joke. He doesn't smile. He doesn't do anything. He just stares.I find him in his office. Staring at the wall. His coffee is cold. His hands are still. He hasn't moved in hours."Ethan?"He doesn't answer. Doesn't acknowledge me."Ethan, talk to me. Please. Say something."He turns. His face is blank. Unreadable. Like a mask."I've been thinking," he says."About what? What's going on in your head? What are you thinking about?""About Sanders. About what he said. About what he might know. About what I might have known. About what I might have done.""He doesn't know anything. He's lying. He's trying to manipulate you. He's trying to get in your head.""Are you sure? Are you really sure? Are you absolutely certain? Are you willing to bet everything on that?"I freeze. "What do you mean? What
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises HIS NAME ON MY SCREEN
His mouth is on my neck.Teeth. Tongue. Three years of hunger."I've dreamed about this," he says against my skin."How many times?""Every night.""Liar.""Count the nightmares, Thompson. That's how many."His hands slide under my dress. Find bare skin. No underwear. Just like Mason said."You pla
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises THE ARTICLE THAT RUINED HIM
Three years. Two months. Fourteen days.That's how long I've been gone.The Seattle Blizzards' press room smells exactly the same. Ice. Sweat. Expensive cologne trying to cover both. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead like angry bees. Reporters crowd the wooden benches, laptops open, fingers read
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises COLD AIR, COLDER EYES
The prison visitation room smells like disinfectant and despair.Gray walls. Gray floor. Gray light filtering through barred windows. The kind of light that makes everything look washed out. Dead. Ethan stands at the glass partition, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His jaw is tight. His shou
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises I SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK
Red.I stare at the dress hanging from my hotel closet.It's the same one from three years ago. The one he bought me. The one he tore off with his teeth."I can't wear this."My reflection doesn't answer.She just looks scared.I pull out my phone. Text Mason."This is insane.""Probably," he write
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