Se connecterMAYA'S POVThe faint, unfamiliar hum of morning traffic outside Riley's apartment window was the first thing that pulled me out of sleep.The morning light filtered softly through the beige blinds, casting warm lines across the small, cozy living room. For one brief, beautiful second, a floating moment of pure oblivion, I forgot everything.I forgot the crushing weight of Killian’s cold voice, the humiliation of being blocked, the dark void in my chest, and the sterile hospital lights from yesterday.Then, I shifted on the couch to sit up, and the world tilted violently on its axis. A sharp spike of dizziness hit my head, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut and press my palm against my forehead until the room stopped spinning.From the adjacent kitchen, the rich, buttery scent of toasted bread and frying eggs drifted into the room. Riley was already awake, humming softly to herself as she moved between the stove and the small dining counter."Look who's finally awake," Riley called out
MAYA'S POVThe faint, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor was the first thing that pulled me out of the heavy, suffocating darkness.My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I slowly blinked them open, the sterile, harsh fluorescent lights overhead blinding me for a few brief seconds.The sharp, antiseptic scent of rubbing alcohol and bleached linens filled my nose. Where... where am I?Then, the sudden, terrifying rush of memory slammed into me: the boutique, the sudden wave of vertigo, the display table slipping from my fingers, and the floor rushing up to meet me.I turned my head slowly on the stiff white pillow. Sitting on a vinyl chair right beside the hospital bed was Carter.His expensive suit jacket was gone, his dark tie loosened at the collar, and his hands were clasped so tightly together between his knees that his knuckles were stark white.He looked completely worn down, staring blankly at the tile floor until he heard the rustle of the bedsheets. The second his eyes met mine, a
MAYA'S POVRiley's question hung in the cool air of the boutique like a physical drop in temperature.My heart did a strange, violent flip in my chest. A breathy, defensive laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Riley, what are you even talking about?" I said quickly, pulling my arm away from the counter and fixing my handbag strap."You know how insane the last few weeks have been for me. I haven't been sleeping, I haven't been eating properly... severe emotional stress can delay a person's cycle for weeks. It's completely normal."Riley didn't push. She didn't argue or try to back me into a corner. But the quiet, heavy concern etched across her face didn't fade for a single second. "I know, Maya," she murmured softly, her eyes searching mine with gentle caution. "I just... I care about you. That's all."I brushed it off, changing the subject to tomorrow's shipment, but the question lodged itself deep in my mind like a jagged thorn.Throughout the drive back to the Yates esta
MAYA'S POVThe following morning, I woke up feeling significantly worse than the night before. My limbs felt heavy, like lead weights tied to my ankles, and a dull, thumping ache throbbed behind my eyes.I sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment, staring blankly at the floorboards while my stomach swayed uncertainly.I blamed it entirely on the tears. I had spent hours crying into my pillow until my throat was dry and raw, convincing myself that the sheer physical weight of heartbreak was finally catching up to me.Grief had to manifest somewhere, and my body was simply bearing the brunt of my shattered spirit.Even so, I forced myself out of bed. I washed my face with freezing water, carefully applied concealer over the dark shadows under my eyes, and dressed for the day.I had made a firm promise to Carter yesterday that I would stop shutting myself away in the dark, and I was determined not to disappoint him or make him worry more than he already did.The moment I pushed open t
MAYA'S POV The morning after Killian blocked my number, I dragged myself into the boutique feeling like a hollow shell of a person. My head pounded with a dull, persistent ache, and my reflection in the bathroom mirror before I left the house had horrified me, pale skin, dark purple shadows under my eyes, and lids so swollen from crying that makeup could barely disguise the damage. I tried to slip past the front counter quietly, but the moment Riley caught sight of me, her cheerful smile instantly vanished. She didn't say a word in front of the morning shoppers. Instead, she quietly motioned to one of the part-time sales assistants to cover the main floor and grabbed my wrist, gently but firmly pulling me toward the back fitting room lounge. She shut the heavy curtain behind us, cutting off the rest of the store. "He called last night, didn't he?" Riley asked softly, her eyes filled with a quiet, knowing sadness. I tried to hold it together. I swallowed hard, forcing my head up,
JULIAN’S POVThe mansion felt emptier at night. Too big. Too quiet. Too cold. And somehow, Leonie’s presence only made it worse.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in my room, a glass of whiskey in hand as I stared down at the city below, jaw clenched tightly enough to hurt. Ever since my father had forced her into my house, peace had become nonexistent.She was everywhere.In the kitchen when I woke up. In the living room when I got back. Hovering around like she belonged there.I had made my boundaries clear the first day.“Do not touch my things. Do not enter my room. Do not speak to me unless absolutely necessary. And most importantly…” I had said coldly, glaring down at her, “do not cross my path.”She had nodded. She had promised. And yet she still kept finding ways to piss me off. Every damn day. But no matter how much Leonie irritated me, she wasn’t the real reason I couldn’t sleep.Aria was.She was in my head constantly. In my thoughts when I woke up. In my dreams when







