LOGINFor a few seconds, I just stared at the screen, watching my father's name glow beneath my fingertips, my hands trembling around the phone.I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. Eventually, I would have to face him. I drew in a shaky breath and pressed the answer button."Alicia. Where are you?"His voice was calm. I said nothing."I said, where are you?""I... I'm..." My voice caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe.This was it. If I wanted to break free from the chains he'd wrapped around my entire life, I had to start now."I'm somewhere," I finally said, my voice trembling, "and I don't want to tell you where."There was silence on the other end.Then his voice hardened. "Alicia, do you understand what you're doing right now?"My fingers tightened around the phone."Do you have any idea what your actions could cost me and the family name?”Something inside me snapped."Exactly!" My voice came out louder than I expected."That's all that has ever mattered
“GET ON!”He stared at me like I was insane.“What?”“GET ON!”His eyes flicked toward the men behind him. That was enough. He grabbed the back of the scooter and climbed on. The sudden weight nearly sent us sideways.“Hold on!”I twisted the throttle. The scooter lurched forward.“Whoa—”Behind us, someone shouted.“STOP!”I didn't look back. I couldn't. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, my fingers gripping the handlebars as the wind tore through my hair.Leo held on tightly, his body pressed against mine as I swerved around a parked car.My heart hammered against my ribs. Not because of him. Because for the first time in my life, I was doing something completely reckless. And somehow, I was enjoying it.We turned down a narrow street. Then another. The shouting faded behind us. The men disappeared.Only when I was certain they were gone did I slow down. I pulled into a quiet side street and stopped.For several seconds, neither of us spoke. I was breathing hard. My hands trembled aga
Antonio came at him hard.A heavy right hand cut through the air, but Leo slipped it by inches.A few startled cheers rose from the crowd.Leo moved lightly, circling, waiting.Antonio swung again.Leo ducked beneath it, then drove two quick punches into Antonio's body before snapping a third into his cheek.Antonio's head jerked back. A few gasps rose from the crowd.For a split second, he stood still, blinking away the impact.Then he came back harder, forcing Leo across the ring with a sharp combination. Leo blocked the first two, slipped the third, then drove a punch into Antonio's ribs. “Come on!” Kayla shouted.I found myself leaning forward.Leo was fast.Not reckless.Every movement seemed calculated.The crowd roared.For a moment, they moved almost perfectly in sync—strike, block, dodge, counter.Then Antonio caught Leo with a vicious hook.The sound of the impact cut through the noise.Leo staggered.And before he could recover, Antonio struck again.The crowd changed inst
It was already 8:40 p.m. when I woke up.I could still feel tears in my eyes. I had thought I'd feel relieved after running away from home, but instead, a strange heaviness settled in my chest.Everything felt unfamiliar now. The silence, the room, the fact that I was truly on my own.I wasn't regretting my decision. I was just scared of what might come next. “You're not spending your first night in Italy staring at my ceiling.”Kayla stood at the bedroom doorway, already dressed.I laughed from where I was lying on the bed.“I just got here.”“Exactly. Which means we have to go out.”“Go where?”“Somewhere.”“That is not a location.”“It doesn't need to be”She disappeared before I could argue.A little while later, we were walking through the streets.The city felt different after dark.Restaurants spilled warm light onto the sidewalks. Music drifted from open doors. People crowded around tiny tables, talking loudly over one another and laughing as though they had nowhere else they
Early the next morning, I sat at my desk and wrote the note.I stared at the first version for nearly a minute before tearing it apart. Too angry.The second sounded too apologetic, as if I were asking for permission to leave. I tore that one up too.The third was the closest thing to the truth. I couldn't become what they had chosen for me. I couldn't explain everything because, truthfully, I wasn't sure I understood everything myself. I only knew that if I stayed, I would eventually disappear inside the life they had built for me.My eyes lingered on the words.Was this really what I wanted? For a moment, doubt crept in.Then I remembered the engagement. My father's voice. My mother's words from yesterday.And the message.Don't leave the house tomorrow.I had barely slept after reading it. I'd spent hours wondering who had sent it, imagining every possible reason. I was scared. Of course I was. But whoever had sent it had already failed. I was leaving. I folded the note carefully
“It doesn't matter what I want.” Justin replied.I stared at him.Maybe Justin wasn't my enemy. Maybe he was trapped too.Or maybe-He was simply better at pretending.Before I could ask another question, my father appeared in the doorway.“Alicia.”I turned. His eyes moved toward Justin. Then back to me.“We'll talk tomorrow.”It wasn't a suggestion.Justin looked at me one last time.“Goodnight, Alicia.”I didn't answer. I walked past my father and went upstairs. But I could still feel Justin's eyes on me.*My father turned up the pressure slowly. Like a tide.At breakfast: “You need to give Justin a chance.”At lunch: “You're being unreasonable.”In the car: “This isn't something you can simply refuse.” Even his texts carried the same cold, formal tone. Make up your mind. It won't be forever. You'll understand when you're older. I refused every time.Sometimes, I wondered if refusing was the only thing in my life that actually belonged to me.I'd only ever dated one person.James.







