LOGINEdwin’s POVThe villa in Santorini was everything Daniel had promised and more.We had arrived two days ago after a long private flight, and the moment the car had pulled up to the clifftop property, I felt something inside me unclench. Whitewashed walls glowed under the Aegean sun, infinity pools spilled toward the caldera, and the view that impossible, breathtaking view of blue sea and volcanic rock made the rest of the world feel very far away.No emails. No board meetings. No lingering shadows of Victor’s lies.Just us.I woke on the third morning to warm sunlight streaming through the open terrace doors and the distant sound of church bells drifting up from the village below. Daniel was already awake, propped on one elbow beside me, watching me with that quiet intensity that still made my heart skip.“You’re staring again,” I murmured, voice thick with sleep.“Can’t help it.” His fingers traced a slow line down my bare chest. “You look good in Greek light. Relaxed. Like you
Edwin’s POVThe weeks had started to melt into something that felt almost dangerously close to normal. Not the fragile, cautious kind of normal I had known in the old apartment, where every good day felt borrowed and every quiet moment carried the threat of collapse. This was different. Deeper. The kind of normal that came from waking up beside the same man every morning, knowing he chose you even when the world tried to tear you apart.I woke to the familiar weight of Daniel’s arm draped across my chest, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. The windows were open, letting in the soft morning breeze and the steady rhythm of waves breaking on the shore below the house. For several long minutes I simply lay there, letting myself feel it all the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart against my back, the quiet certainty that this was my life now.No more waiting for the next email. No more hiding in copy rooms. No more burning cash in the middle of the night because
Edwin’s POVThe house had become more than just walls and windows overlooking the water. It had become ours.I woke to the familiar weight of Daniel’s arm across my waist and the soft sound of waves rolling onto the shore below. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting the room in warm gold. For a moment I simply breathed it in the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, the faint scent of his skin, the quiet certainty that this was real and not some fleeting dream I would wake from.I turned slowly in his arms. Daniel’s eyes were still closed, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he knew I was watching him. I traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the light stubble. His eyes fluttered open, dark and warm, immediately softening when they met mine.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and intimate.“Morning.”He pulled me closer without hesitation, sliding one thigh between mine as he kissed me. The kiss started slow and deep, tongues gliding lazily togeth
Edwin’s POVThe morning light felt different now.Softer. Warmer. Like the house by the water had decided to conspire with the sun to make every new day feel like a gift instead of something I had to survive. I woke up slowly, Daniel’s body curled protectively around mine, his chest pressed to my back, one arm slung heavily over my waist. His breath was warm against the nape of my neck, steady and deep. I stayed still for a long moment, just listening to him breathe, letting the reality of where I was sink in.This was real.He was real.We were real.I turned carefully in his arms so I could face him. Daniel’s eyes were still closed, lashes dark against his cheeks, lips slightly parted. The faint morning stubble on his jaw caught the light, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to trace it with my fingertips. He stirred, a low hum vibrating in his chest before his eyes fluttered open dark, warm, and immediately soft when they focused on me.“Morning,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sl
Edwin’s POVThe sky was painted in soft pinks and oranges when I woke up. Daniel’s arm was heavy across my chest, his breath warm against the back of my neck. For a long moment I just lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and the distant crash of waves below the house. These quiet mornings had become my favorite part of the day the time before the world intruded, when it was just us and the peace we had fought so hard to earn.I turned slowly in his arms so I could face him. Even in sleep, Daniel looked strong and protective. The lines of stress that had once been etched permanently between his brows had softened over the past weeks. His hair was messy, lips slightly parted, one hand still curled possessively around my waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go even while unconscious.I traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the faint stubble. He stirred, eyes fluttering open, dark and warm the instant they focused on me.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and low i
Edwin's POV The days have blurred together into a relentless tide of silence and uncertainty. I move through my routine like a ghost, each step heavy with the weight of what’s been lost and what might still be coming. My mind keeps circling back to Daniel, to that final night we shared, and to the dangerous game he’s now playing. I don’t know how much longer I can keep my composure, how much longer I can hold onto the hope that he’s safe.Every time I close my eyes, I see his face the way he looked at me that night, raw and desperate, as if he knew it was the end. That memory burns into my mind with a clarity that’s almost cruel. I replay every touch, every whispered word, trying to hold onto that last fragment of what we had. It’s a fragile thing now, slipping through my fingers like sand.I sit alone in my small apartment, the only sound the hum of the city outside. The night sky is a dark canvas, stars barely visible through the haze of pollution. I stare out the window, lost in t
Edwin’s POVThe panic attack in the bathroom stall had left me hollowed out,skin clammy, throat raw, the kind of empty that comes after your body has screamed itself hoarse and still found no exit. Daniel had held me on that filthy tile floor until I could breathe again, until the black spots reced
Edwin’s POVThe cafeteria noise pressed in like static,clinking trays, low laughter, the scrape of chairs on tile. I sat frozen at the table long after Victor Hale had walked away, his words looping in my head like a bad song I couldn’t turn off.“Flexible hours. High discretion. Willing to go abov
Edwin’s POVThe underground parking garage was dim and cool, the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears until you could hear your own heartbeat. I slid into the driver’s seat of the black SUV,Daniel’s personal Range Rover, still carrying the faint scent of his cologne and the leather conditio
Edwin’s POVThe conference room on level 32 smelled like fresh whiteboard markers and expensive coffee. Sunlight poured through the glass wall, turning the long table into a bright runway. Eight people sat around it,senior marketers, two creatives, Sarah at the head, and me at the far end with my l







