Mag-log inSTELLA’S POVI gripped the edge of the rails as I took another step. The physical therapist had already left, and I was supposed to practice walking on my own, but it felt so impossible for me to even move one foot. Even when I pushed myself, it felt like my bones were grinding against each other. It just hurt so badly. My legs trembled and I quickly lowered myself back onto the bed before I collapsed.My chest rose and fell very fast, and God help me, I was not okay. Not even in the slightest.It wasn’t just physical. It was mental, and even emotional.I lay back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. It felt like I was about to have a panic attack.Today actually made it twelve days since I’ve heard his voice or even seen his face.These past twelve days have been the worst of my entire existence. I keep asking myself what exactly I did wrong, and I couldn’t pinpoint it, but I was ready to apologise because I couldn’t lose h
Brad’s POVThe moment James walked out of my office, the air cracked. I didn’t even realise I wasn’t breathing well until the rage tore through my chest.How the hell did he find out? Where did I slip up? What gave me away? I roared, grabbing the nearest file off the desk and hurling it across the room. It hit the wall and the papers scattered everywhere. This wasn’t happening. It felt like I was losing my mind.I slammed my fist on the table.DAMN IT.My vision blurred with anger. Everything I had been planning, everything I had been building—I was so careful, but James still found out.The door to the office opened again and I thought it was James. My heart jumped, but it was Don. He walked in looking calm and composed while I was trying to steady myself.“He knows,” I said through clenched teeth. “James knows everything. He knows I’m the head of the Triad. We are exposed, Don, and do you know what that means?” I slammed my fist on the table. “He’s going to do everything within his
James The mirror reflected a man I couldn't recognise. I was dressed in a black crisp suit, hair combed back slickly. There were no traces of all my sleepless nights and the rage eating me alive from the inside. Without Stella I just felt like a shell of myself, but in this suit I looked like I had everything figured out and this was perfect for what I was about doing. I slid my hand into my pocket and went downstairs and into my car. I'd expected my heart to at least skip a beat but nothing like that happened, so this was what emptiness felt like. When I got to Brad's company I stepped out and made my way straight to his office. Every step I took was one of confidence. The guards nodded stiffly when I passed; they were all Triad and I never knew all those while ago. Brad's office door was half opened like he was expecting someone. Maybe I was that person today. I was dropping the whole pretend act. Brad had to pay for his crimes. He was behind his desk, leaning back with that f
JAMES I had been training nonstop. It had gotten so bad that days blurred together. I wasn’t sure how long had passed—nights felt like minutes and then morning again. My body was aching, but my mind refused to rest. I thought I would be the one flying to London, but instead he was the one who came to New York, and from the moment he arrived he hasn’t given me a second to slack off. I poured everything I had into this training. My anger, frustration, guilt, sadness—the fact that I couldn’t be with Stella. Every single thing. God, I wanted to be with her so badly, and that made me punch harder. This was all his fault. Brad. He was the reason all of this started in the first place. My brother. My blood. My family. I was going to take his head. And the more the thoughts consumed me, the harder I trained. “Again,” Adrian barked. I didn’t argue or anything like that. I just swung. My fist connected with his jaw so hard that he fell to the ground, and blood was rushing out of his mou
STELLA Doctor Lois came in with his usual bright energy like he was a magician about to perform a magic trick. He had his signature bright smile on but I just stared at him blankly. “Alright, Stella,” he announced cheerfully, “today is the day. I know you can't wait—me neither. We are going to be taking off your cast and from tomorrow we would be starting light physiotherapy.” Soon he grinned, “you would be out of here. Freedom from the hospital food and always seeing nurses and all the beeping from the annoying machines. And you can get to live your life again.” He seemed genuinely excited for me. He expected me to be excited too. I was even supposed to be more excited than him, but I wasn't. My mind wasn't even here. I kept staring at the blanket covering my legs and my fingers playing with the hem of the blanket. Lois kept talking and talking, telling me how it would feel weak at first but later with practice and exercise I was going to regain my balance. He explained how I s
JAMES Her voice on the other end of the call broke my heart but I couldn't respond, I just listened. “James please tell me this is all a joke.” I pressed the phone to my ear as if I couldn't hear her clearly enough. I wish I could yell surprise, it's all a prank, but I was actually broken up with the love of my life and she had no idea. Even after the call had ended I couldn't stop replaying her voice in my head. The only thing that calmed me when I was in a worst place was remembering she would be at home waiting and instantly my entire mood would light up. “GOD... GOD!” I screamed. It felt like what I did hadn't fully settled in because I found myself hoping, praying, and begging God that this should be a dream. I'd just wake up from and find Stella laying peacefully. I hated that my life had gotten so bad I regret waking up in the mornings. I just want to sleep and never wake up. But I'm not that lucky to die through my sleep. I always wake up in this cruel world. All the







