LOGINLENA’S POVThe Paris trip ended too quickly. Not in a good way. In the kind of way where everything felt unfinished, broken, and heavy. No closure. No peace. No healing. Just silence. Cold, painful silence.We were heading back home. The private jet was already waiting at the airport, engines humming softly like nothing had changed in the world. But everything had changed. At least for me and Ethan.Edward walked ahead of us, speaking to Lewis about business schedules and meetings. Like Paris had been nothing more than a business stop. Like the bruises on my body didn’t exist. Like the tension between everyone didn’t matter.I walked behind them slowly, my sunglasses covering the fading bruise under my eye. My ribs still hurt. My arm still ached. But what hurt the most was the silence. Ethan walked a few steps ahead of me. Not looking back. Not slowing down. Not waiting. Just walking like I didn’t exist. Like we were strangers. Like Paris never happened. Like our fight never happened.
LENA’S POVI woke up in pain. Not the normal pain I had gotten used to. This one was deeper. Heavier. My ribs ached every time I breathed. My arm throbbed. My face felt swollen, tight, like my skin didn’t belong to me anymore.For a moment, I didn’t move. Edward was still asleep beside me, lying peacefully like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t nearly broken me the night before.I slowly slipped out of the bed, careful not to make a sound and walked into the bathroom. The mirror almost made me scream. Bruises covered my face. Dark purple under my eye. A cut on my lip. Finger marks on my arm. Red and blue patches on my shoulder and collarbone. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. I gripped the sink tightly, trying to stay calm. Trying not to break.But the pain wasn’t just physical. It was deeper than that. Because Ethan didn’t come. He saw me. He saw everything. And he walked away. My chest tightened painfully.I washed my face slowly, trying to hide the swelling with mak
LENA’S POVParis looked beautiful at night. Cold air. Golden lights. Quiet streets. Soft music drifting from restaurants and passing cars. It should have felt amazing. Instead, it felt like a cage made of glass.I stood in front of the hotel mirror, adjusting the black dress Edward had chosen for me. It hugged my body perfectly, elegant and expensive, the kind of dress women dreamed about wearing in Paris. But my hands were shaking.Edward walked out of the bathroom, fixing his cufflinks. He stopped when he saw me. His eyes moved slowly over my body. Assessing. Possessing. “You look good,” he said calmly. “Thank you.”He stepped closer, standing behind me in the mirror. His hand rested on my waist. “You represent me tonight.” “Yes.” “You embarrass me, and you will regret it.” My chest tightened. “I understand.” He smiled faintly. “Good.”The dinner was worse than I expected. Rich men. Powerful men. Expensive suits and dangerous smiles. They sat around a long table in a private restaur
LENA’S POVI knew something was wrong the moment Edward called me into his study. He never called me in the afternoon unless it was important. Or dangerous.I stood in front of his desk, my fingers locked together, trying to look calm while my heart beat unevenly in my chest.Edward looked up from the file in his hand. “You’re traveling with me.” The words hit me before I could process them. “Traveling?” I repeated quietly. “Yes.”He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “We are going to Paris for three days.” Paris. My stomach tightened instantly. Paris sounded beautiful. Romantic. Free.But with Edward, it sounded like a prison in another country. “When?” I asked softly. “Tomorrow morning.” The fear came immediately. So fast it almost made me dizzy. “Is there a problem?” Edward asked calmly. “No,” I said quickly. Too quickly.His eyes narrowed slightly. “You don’t sound excited.” I forced a small smile. “I am. I’ve just never traveled before.” That part was true. Edward watched me
LENA’S POVThe first time I noticed him watching me, I was pouring tea. Not just looking. Watching. Studying.Lewis stood near the window, arms behind his back like every other guard in the house, but his eyes followed every movement I made. The way I picked up the cup. The way I stirred the tea. The way my hands slightly trembled. I felt it in my chest. This man was not here for security. He was here for me.I forced myself to keep moving normally, lifting the cup to my lips and taking a slow sip. Calm. Controlled. Not suspicious.From the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan enter the room. He didn’t look at me. Not even once. He walked past me like I didn’t exist and positioned himself near the wall. Professional. Distant. Cold. It hurt more than I expected. But I understood. Lewis was watching. Always watching.Edward walked in seconds later, his presence immediately tightening the air. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “Good morning,” I replied softly. His eyes moved between me, Ethan and
LENA’S POVThe footsteps continued in another direction. Not toward us. Not toward the sitting room. Away.Ethan didn’t move for a full five seconds. His body stayed rigid, his eyes locked on the door, listening carefully like a soldier waiting for a gunshot that might never come. Another step echoed down the hallway. Then another. Then silence. The kind that means danger has passed.Slowly, Ethan pulled away from me, his hand still resting lightly on my waist like he was making sure I was real.“Someone was there,” I whispered. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Edward?” “I don’t think so.”My heart was still beating wildly, like it was trying to break out of my chest. “If it was him…” I started. He shook his head slightly.“If it was Edward, we would already know,” Ethan said calmly. And somehow, that was more terrifying.I swallowed hard and stepped back, putting space between us. Reality rushed back in like cold water. What just happened. What we just did. It felt dangerous. But it also fel







