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His Kingdom of Quiet
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Surrendered Desires The Summer Before the Silence
Luca’s POVFifteen Years Ago – The BeginningThe summer I met Ariana Cole, I was broke, sunburnt, and convinced I didn’t believe in fate. I had just lost a contract with a media startup in Florence and was squatting in a borrowed beach shack on the southern coast, doing low-budget photography gigs for tourists and wedding guests with names I couldn’t pronounce. I was 22, hungry, and angry at everything.Then she walked into the café across from the pier — high ponytail, bare shoulders, notebook in one hand, camera in the other — and ordered a hot tea in the middle of a 34-degree afternoon. I laughed without meaning to. She turned, looked at me like I’d interrupted a sacred ritual, and said, “What?”I pointed to the steam rising from her cup. “You’re drinking fire.” She smirked. “Maybe I’m built for it.”I didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning of everything. Not just the love. The undoing.The rewriting. The quiet war we didn’t see coming.*****We spent the next few weeks l
Surrendered Desires Luca’s Story Begins
Luca’s POVFifteen Years Ago — Summer. It’s strange how a single moment can divide your life into before and after. For me, it was a phone call.It came late—past midnight—while Ariana slept curled beside me on that motel bed we had rented with cash from my last freelance job. Her hair smelled like sea salt and vanilla lotion. Her breathing was steady. And I had just whispered I love you against her shoulder minutes before. Then my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I should’ve ignored it. I should’ve stayed in that moment, pressed my face into her skin, and promised her again that I wasn’t going anywhere. But I answered. And everything after that became after.*****The voice on the other end was low. Measured. He didn’t give a name. He didn’t need to./ “Luca. You care about her?”I sat up slowly, my body already tense.“Who the hell is this?”A pause. Then:/“If you want Ariana Cole to live the life she deserves, you’ll leave her. Tonight. No notes. No explanation.”My blood chilled.“Y
Surrendered Desires The Memory That Refused to Die
Ariana’s POVThere are stories that live at the bottom of you. The kind you bury so deep, even your dreams forget how to find them. Until one day—something quiet, something subtle—pulls at the thread. And everything unravels. For me, it was the smell of smoke. Not fire. Not danger. Just burnt cinnamon on the stove. Luca had overtoasted breakfast again. I laughed. He apologized. I waved it off. But the scent… It took me back fifteen years. Back to a different kind of heat. To a beach. To a boy. To the only goodbye that ever shattered me completely.I hadn’t thought about that day in so long. Not the details. Not fully. I had talked around it in therapy. Hinted at it in my journal. But I had never let myself go back. Not fully.Not until now. Luca noticed the way I froze. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You okay?” I nodded. But my voice didn’t come out. Because memory was already clawing at me. Insisting. And I couldn’t run from it this time. So I let it take me.Back to the summer I met th
Surrendered Desires His Kingdom of Quiet
Ariana’s POVDaniel’s silence used to feel like a wall. Now it felt like a grave. Not of a man — but of an image. The polished version of him that he built carefully and protected viciously. It was falling apart, piece by piece. And this time, he wasn’t spinning the story. He wasn’t posting carefully-worded statements. He wasn’t sitting on podcasts pretending to be evolved. He had disappeared, from Luxe, from media, from relevance. But I knew better than to think he was gone. Men like Daniel didn’t disappear.They regrouped. They calculated. They waited for the world to calm down, so they could sneak back in with a new mask. But this time, I was the one controlling the narrative.Two days after the story broke, Evelyn called with a sharpness in her voice that instantly made me stand.“The Luxe board finalized their vote.”I held my breath.“He’s out.”Just like that. No warning. No grace period. No final speech to the team. “Effective immediately, Daniel Cole has stepped down from h
Surrendered Desires We Never Needed Permission
Ariana’s POVI stood at the window at sunrise, barefoot, a warm mug in hand. The sky was streaked with muted lavender and gold — soft, like it hadn’t yet decided what kind of day it wanted to be.For the first time in a long time, neither anxiety nor rage woke me. Just stillness.The kind that comes after fire. When there’s nothing left to burn, only space to build.The bag of old dresses was already gone. Luca had dropped it off at the shelter before I even woke up.He didn’t leave a note. He knew I’d know. We moved in rhythm now — not perfect, not always aligned, but aware of each other’s pain and peace like breath. And the more I let him witness me in my mess, the more I realized… I had never been too much. I had just been unseen.*****Evelyn texted mid-morning:/Board vote today. Outcome likely within 48 hours. We’re watching it unfold in real time now.Attached was a screenshot from Luxe’s internal news portal. A headline:/ “Leadership Restructuring Under Consideration as Cultu
Surrendered Desires And Then They Turned on Him
Ariana’s POVI knew it would happen. Eventually, but I didn’t expect it to feel like this. Quiet. Uneasy. Almost sad. The same morning the Sentinel story spread across the country, I opened my inbox to find messages from names I hadn’t seen in years.One from a Luxe board member, one from a former assistant, one — shockingly — from Elise. Yes. That Elise. The woman Daniel once swore was “just a colleague.”The same woman whose perfume lingered on his shirt when I confronted him and he said I was overthinking again. Now she was writing:// “Ariana, I just want to say I’m sorry. I believed everything he said about you. And I realize now… I was part of the machine that helped erase you. I didn’t know. But that’s no excuse. Thank you for speaking up. If you need a statement from me, I’m ready.”I stared at the screen for a long time. Not because I was shocked, but because I had nothing left to say to her. Forgiveness wasn’t the point anymore, reckoning was.*****By midday, Daniel’s name
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