LOGINElena's POV ༒︎ ────────── ༒︎ ────────── ༒︎My sister? Which sister? The one I spent my early childhood with? This maniac is trying to involve my entire family.“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” My voice shakes. “You are just a power-drunk psycho who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Why are you doing this? Why me? You can get any girl you want, so why?”“I have already sent men to investigate whether she is involved,” he says, as if I have not spoken at all. “If I find any truth in what Ines has told me, be assured your sister will face a worse fate than anything I have dealt out so far.”No. The room begins to spin.“I do not take family betrayal lightly,” he adds.My breathing turns shallow. No. No, no, no.He cannot touch them. He cannot go near them. He cannot drag my family into this dark, violent world, into his sick drama. I have to stop him.“You will stay away from my family.” My voice breaks completely. “You will untie this
Elena’s POV ✠───────✠────✦────✠───────✠ The plant slips from my hands, its pot crashing against the floor, as soil bursts across the deck in a dark, scattered mess. I do not even look down. I cannot. My body moves before my mind fully processes where I am going. I follow the sound of that voice like it’s a thread pulling tight through my chest. My pulse pounds so hard in my ears. The cry is coming from behind a large metal door near the rear section of the yacht. I reach it and slam both fists against the metal. “Ines!” My voice cracks on her name. I hit the door again. “Ines!” The sound echoes back at me. “Ines, what is going on in there!” Footsteps rush towards the door, and it creaks open. A crew member appears and stands in front of the door, his eyes widening the moment he sees me. Nothing about his expression matters. Not when I know what I heard. “Miss…” “Let me in.” My voice comes out sharp and breathless. “What is going on in there
Elena’s POV ❧═══════༺❦༻═══════❧Despite every resolve I make to stay away, I find myself back in the plant room a few days later. It feels like stepping into a different world, one that I cannot easily refuse. The air is softer here, the light is different, plants have always and will always have this effect on me, something quiet and grounding that pulls at me even when everything else in my life feels unstable. For a brief moment, I almost forget where I am. I forget that I’m nothing but a captive.I hate him. I tell myself that repeatedly. It's insane that I even need a reminder for that. I spend the entire day trying not to think about him, which only guarantees that he fills every corner of my mind throughout the day. It is exhausting. I am torn in ways I do not fully understand, and there is still a part of me that cannot name the reason he brought me here or why he keeps me on this yacht like this, why he treats me as though my prese
Massimo's POV ❦━━━━━━━━━━━━༺❀༻━━━━━━━━━━━━❦“Elena,” I call before she completely shuts me out.I have fought enough battles inside my own mind to recognize what retreating into a shell looks like. I know exactly what happens when someone starts building walls around themselves instead of letting people in. And that is exactly what Elena is doing now. The worst part is that I am the one who triggered it.“It's fine,” she says.It clearly isn't fine. Her eyes drop briefly before she forces herself to look composed again. She is pretending to accept my blunder in good faith, and somehow that only makes me feel worse.What could have happened to her to make her this mentally scarred? This emotionally sensitive?“I understand.” Then she turns and starts walking away.Damn it. I move instantly.“Elena.”She doesn’t respond but just keeps walking. I catch her wrist gently causing her to stop but she still does not look at me.“Massimo.”“Whatever
Massimo's POV ⬤ ─── ⬤ ─── ⬤⬤ ─── ⬤ ─── ⬤The last few hours have been a roller coaster of emotion for me. It took all of my willpower to break away from her embrace yesterday, and how am I supposed to continue like this? The time after that had me rethinking if this resolve of mine will even stand the test of time.I am so aware of how close she is even when I try to keep my distance from her. The nurse has informed me she is doing better and her pain has stopped.I try to focus on the plant I ordered. I have had a team of botanists putting it together since her birthday. I wonder if she will like it. If she will caress it the way she blessed the plant at the market that day with her gentle touch.The yacht rocks gently beneath my feet, cutting through the water slowly, leaving a white trail behind it. While somewhere behind me I hear a door open and close. The sea stretches endlessly before me. The afternoon sun reflects across the waves like
Elena's POV ⬤ ● ◉ ◎ ◉ ● ⬤I curl instinctively onto my side. The cramp wakes me before the setting sun does.“Oh...” I wince, sleep still holding on to some part of my brain even as a sharp ache twists low inside my abdomen. The pain is not unbearable. But it's enough to wake me fully and make me squeeze my eyes shut. Apparently menstrual cramps don’t really care whether it’s the evening after your birthday or not.Wonderful.Exactly what I needed.I am paying for all the wrong eating choices I have made on this vacation. I should have known that giving in to my sweet tooth during this vacation would make my menstrual cramps worse.I stay still for another minute, hoping it fades.It doesn't. Instead, another wave rolls through me. I almost groan in pain as I press a hand against my belly.“Seriously?”Of all places… On a yacht. I let out a quiet groan before forcing myself upright.Okay. The doctor aboard the yacht has pain
Massimo’s POVI burst through the door.And then I find myself in a poorly lit alley. The cold night rushes in, hitting me sharply like a slap. The alley stretches in front of me, deserted and for a moment I see nothing.Then my phone is already in my hand."Don?""Lock down every road leaving Marb
Massimo’s POVDear God she does exist. I have spent the last five days tailing her just to prove she isn't real. But she is.She is here with a group of friends now at a bar. The parking lot outside Mirador del Viento bar is as empty as any overpriced exclusive bar could be under the warm Marbel
Elena’s POVI arrived in Valencia yesterday and the first thing I had to do this morning was come to my garden but what is before me right now is beyond heartbreaking. My Valencia garden is dying.This is where my love for plants started. I planted some of these with my dad when I was seven and ove
Elena’s POV.“Traveling to 'Valencia' is a bad idea, Elena!” My best friend Ingrid yells.Something is wrong with me. And I have known this for a while although I tried to fight it at first but I have since learned that this is how I am, my nature.I love being told what to do, being obedient. I lov







