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I was listening to "Ordinary" by Alex Warren when I was writing this chapter. And I cried when I was reading to edit. Lols... poor Blaze.Carlo“You fuck me when you were gonna marry another woman?”His voice is quiet, but it slices through the room like a goddamn blade. I freeze in place. My hair’s still damp from the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, and he’s standing there now, with my phone in his hand—my fucking phone—his fingers trembling and his eyes already glassy.I don’t say anything at first. I don't even move.I should’ve deleted that fucking link, I told them no cameras but my dad will always be a dick. I should’ve known he’d see it eventually, but I didn’t expect it to be today. Not here. Not like this.I swallow down the lump crawling up my throat and shake my head a little like I’m brushing off the weight of what he just said. “What did you expect?” I say, voice flat. “That I’d spend the rest of my life with a man? Licking your asshole?”It sounds cruel—because it
Blaze ***Davenport Heir’s Secret Engagement to Rebecca Cole Leaked Ahead of Gala Appearance.*** That’s the goddamn headline. Bold, flashy, tabloid-style font like it knows it’s about to ruin someone’s day. And yeah, it fucking does. My thumb hovers over the screen. I blink at the picture sitting right under the headline—Carlo, fucking Carlo, on one knee with a diamond ring, slipping it onto some girl’s perfectly manicured finger. Rebecca Cole. She's smiling like she just won the goddamn lottery. Probably because she did. There’s his dad in the background, beaming like the smug prick he is. And his mom—she actually looks proud for once. Everyone in that fucking picture looks like they belong. Like this moment was meant to happen, like it’s some fucking fairytale. Except it’s not. I’m standing in the middle of our fucking room holding a phone that feels like it’s turning into a brick in my hand. My pulse hammers behind my eyes. The blood in my ears drowns out every bit of lo
Blaze He pushes the bedroom door open with his foot, doesn’t even pause before laying me down like I’m something fragile he doesn’t want to crack. But I already am. Cracked all over. Held together by too many quiet nights and unanswered questions. Carlo kneels on the bed between my legs, his eyes tracing me like he’s memorizing a map he’s too afraid to lose again. His fingers brush the hem of my shirt but don’t lift it yet. He just looks. “Take it off,” I whisper. He does. Slowly. My shirt slides up, over my ribs, over my scar—he pauses there, eyes darkening just a little before he pulls the fabric over my head and tosses it aside. His hands follow the same path his eyes did, fingertips ghosting over my chest, down the dip of my stomach. When they reach the scar again, he leans in and presses his lips right to it. I flinch, but not from pain. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I scoff. “Don’t lie.” His hand grips my jaw, not rough, just firm enough to make me meet his gaze. “
Blaze "So now you're finally showing up?" I say the moment Carlo walks in. He shuts the door behind him, slowly, like he’s already exhausted. His coat still on, hair slightly damp from the rain outside, he looks at me like he expected the welcome but hoped for something else. "Blaze—" "Don’t. Just fucking don’t." I push myself off the armrest I’ve been perched on for the past hour, waiting. "One week. One whole fucking week, Carlo. I called. Texted. Your damn phone rang, you just didn’t pick up. What the hell is that?" He exhales, head tilting back briefly like he’s biting back whatever it is he really wants to say. "I’ve been busy." "Bullshit," I snap. "You don’t get to disappear and show up acting like it’s just another day. I’ve been here losing my fucking mind." Carlo’s jaw tenses. His eyes flash and then he suddenly yells, voice sharp and loud, "Can you just shut the fuck up for one second and let me breathe?" I freeze. The room goes dead silent. I’ve seen Carlo
Hey everyone,I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to take a moment to share something personal.I just lost someone very close to me—a young family member whose passing has left me completely shaken. It's the kind of pain that's hard to put into words, and honestly, I'm still trying to process it all.Writing and creating have always been a source of joy and escape for me, but right now, my heart just isn't in the right place. I need a little time to grieve, to be with my family, and to find my footing again.Because of this, I won’t be posting or updating any of my stories for a while. I truly appreciate your patience and understanding. Your support means more to me than you know.I plan to return to writing and updates in the first week of June. We are getting close to the end of this story. There are only a few chapters left before everything comes together. The final pieces are in place, and I was already working on wrapping up the last arcs when this loss hit me. So please kno
Carlo"Just listen to me, please..."My mother's voice is breaking, almost a whisper, like the weight of it is too much to carry. She's sitting at the edge of the couch like it hurts to be still, like she might fall apart if I so much as look at her the wrong way. Her fingers twist over each other, and she can’t meet my eyes.I lean against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. I can already feel my throat closing up with irritation, exhaustion, fucking helplessness."I already told you. I'm not doing it. I'm not playing pretend. I'm not throwing Blaze away just because Dad can’t deal with the idea of me being with a fucking man."Her head snaps up. “Then what? You’re going to ruin everything? All the years you put into the company? You're going to give him what he wants? Just hand everything to William on a gold platter?”I scoff, dragging a hand down my face. “You think I care about the company more than I care about Blaze? Jesus, Mom.”“I think you should care about surviving,” she b
Carlo“Sir, the Chairman is here” “He’s here?” I ask, already knowing the answer from the look on my assistant’s face.“Yes, Sir. He walked in fifteen minutes ago. Went straight into the boardroom. Security didn’t stop him.”Of course they didn’t. No one in this building has the balls to stop my father. Not even the ones I pay. I don’t say another word, just start walking. I take the elevator alone. My chest is tight, not with panic—yet—but with something worse. A slow burn, a bitter taste rising in my throat. Something’s coming. I feel it crawling up my spine.When the elevator doors open, I know I’m right.Half the boardroom is already empty. Chairs gone. People missing. My name’s still on the glass door, but everything else—everything—feels foreign. I push the door open and see him at the head of the table. My seat. My space. He doesn’t look up.Two of my senior execs stand behind him like goddamn furniture. One looks at me, pale, uncomfortable. The other won’t even meet my eyes.
Carlo"Long time no see, baby."I don’t even look up. I don’t need to. That voice—smug, syrupy, and fucking rehearsed—cuts through the air like perfume choking out oxygen. I finish signing the document in front of me, take my goddamn time, then finally lift my head.There she is. Rebecca. Dressed like she walked off a magazine cover and into my nightmare.“Didn’t even call me once all these years,” she adds, like I’m the villain in some story she’s been playing in her head.I lean back in my chair and toss the pen on the desk like I’m already bored. “We broke up. What the fuck was I supposed to call you for? Catch up on how many men you’ve screwed since?”Her smile twitches. Fake. Like everything else about her. She crosses her arms and steps closer, not breaking eye contact. She’s always been like that—pushing buttons for sport.“Mm. That’s cold. Especially from a man who suddenly agreed to marry me. What changed, Carlo?”I shrug. “My father wants it. That’s all. Don’t read into it.
BlazeIt’s been two damn days. Two days of silence. Two days of losing my mind in that white-walled hellhole, wondering if Carlo was gonna find me, Turns out, the men dropped me off at the fucking hospital entrance this morning like I was some package they forgot to return. No words. No explanation. Just dumped me at the emergency entrance with a smug “you’ll be fine” and drove off.I didn’t ask questions.I didn’t care.They had put my phone back into my pocket, I just picked up the phone and called him.“Hey, I’m at the hospital entrance, Come get me,” I said.“Blaze!” I heard him scream my name, then the sound of his keys, a slammed door, then the line cut.When he showed up thirty minutes later, he didn’t even park properly. He left the engine running, stormed into the hospital like a goddamn storm, eyes darting like he was ready to kill someone.The second he saw me—bruised, drained, and still in the same fucking clothes—I swear something inside him broke.“Get in the car first,