MasukGraham's Point Of View"These are divorce papers." The words didn't register immediately. They hung in the air, suspended, as though my mind needed a few extra seconds to catch up with what my ears had just heard. It felt like being underwater… everything muffled, distorted, moving too slowly. My gaze dropped to the documents in my mother's hand. Then back to her face. Then back to the papers again. "No." The word came out under my breath. Barely audible. "That's not…" I took a step forward, reaching for them, but my hand stopped midway. My fingers trembled slightly, hovering in the space between us. Because I already knew. Before even reading a single line, something in my chest had already accepted it. That hollow, sinking feeling, the one you get when your body understands what your mind refuses to acknowledge. My mother watched me carefully, her expression a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't quite name. Pity, perhaps. "Graham?" I didn't answer. I
Graham's Point Of View"He isn't my only son." The words didn't just land… they echoed, reverberating through the space between us like a stone dropped into still water. For a second, I thought the room had tilted. The ground beneath me seemed to shift just enough to throw everything off balance, making me question whether I was still standing upright. My eyes widened before I could stop them, betraying the shock I desperately wanted to conceal. "What?" The word came out barely above a breath, low and disbelieving. I stared at him, searching his face for anything that resembled hesitation, some flicker of uncertainty that would tell me he hadn't meant it. There was none. His expression remained carved from stone. Beside me, my mother gasped. "Sebastian!" Her voice carried shock... real shock, the kind she didn't bother hiding. The composure she usually wore like armor had cracked. "How can you say that?" He didn't even look at her immediately, letting the silence stretch
Graham's Point Of ViewHis expression didn’t soften. If anything, the lines around his mouth hardened further. “Either you sign those papers—” He gestured toward the documents on the desk, the ones I’d been avoiding since I’d entered the room. “—or get ready to be disowned.”For a second, I thought I'd misheard him. Not because his words weren't clear, they rang through the study with perfect precision. But because they didn't belong to him. They couldn't. Not directed at me. Not delivered in that flat, businesslike tone, as though he were discussing stock portfolios rather than severing the bond between father and son. I took a step back, my breath catching. Then another. My heel nearly caught the edge of the Persian rug, but I steadied myself, gripping the back of a leather chair. My eyes remained locked on him, as if looking away would make the room tilt completely, would make this nightmare solidify into something I could no longer deny. "What?" The word scraped out of my th
Graham's Point Of View"She's as valuable as an empty shell," he said, his voice dropping to a quiet register that somehow cut deeper than any shout. "And you're willing to destroy everything for that." Something inside me snapped. "DAD!!" The word ripped from my chest before I could stop it, raw and desperate. He didn't even blink. His expression remained carved from stone. "Don't you 'Dad' me." His voice came sharper this time, like a blade dragged slowly across glass, deliberate and merciless. "Have you suddenly become holy?" he continued, stepping closer. His eyes narrowed as he studied my face, searching for cracks in my resolve. "Or have you conveniently forgotten everything you did to that woman?" I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached. "That's not—" "You yourself said those words to me." He cut me off without hesitation, without mercy. "I'm only repeating your words to you." He paused, letting each syllable land like a hammer blow. "Your exact words." The room
Graham's Point Of View"The person asked me to divorce Elena, but I refused." The words left my mouth slower than I expected, each syllable weighted with consequence. Measured. Careful. As if speaking them too quickly might cause them to detonate in the air between us, making everything worse than it already was. Silence followed, not the normal kind that settles comfortably in a room. This silence stretched taut as wire, then dropped like a stone. Heavy. Suffocating. My father didn't move at first. He simply stared at me, his face unreadable, though I could see the muscles working in his jaw. Then his expression shifted, hardening into something I recognized from childhood, the look that preceded storms. "What?" One word. Sharp as broken glass. Disbelieving. "What did you just say, Graham?" His voice carried a warning I chose to ignore. I held his gaze, refusing to look away. "You heard me, Dad." That did it. The composure he'd maintained cracked down the middle like ice und
Graham's Point Of ViewMy hand flew to my face. The sting was sharp. Hot. Real. "DAD!" The word burst out louder than I intended… more shock than anger, my palm still pressed against my burning cheek as I stared at him. My eyes watered involuntarily, though whether from the physical pain or the humiliation, I couldn't say. He didn't flinch. Didn't even look slightly guilty. If anything, his jaw tightened further, as though my reaction had only deepened his irritation. The man who used to check under my bed for monsters now looked at me like I was one. "Don't 'Dad' me," he said, each word clipped and deliberate. His voice was low, controlled in that dangerous way that meant he was already past angry. This was the tone that preceded consequences, the one that made my childhood self go silent and obedient. "Start explaining yourself." I straightened slowly, despite the tremor in my legs, my jaw tightening until my teeth ached. "What have you done, boy?" There it was. The q
Elena’s Point Of View“This… can’t be happening.”I swallowed hard, lowering my head slightly so that Graham wouldn’t see my lips move. My hand trembled just enough that I had to steady the glass before it slipped from my fingers. I whispered, low enough that only the man in my ear could hear.“Wha
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe sound of my name being called snapped me back into the room. For a moment, I had forgotten where I was, the dazzling chandeliers, the perfectly dressed guests, the gentle clink of glasses. All eyes turned toward me with warm applause. My chest tightened, not from nerves, b
Jaxx’s Point Of View “Oh… I came to check if you’re still breathing, Matilda.” Her lips parted, her breath hitched, shock painted her expression. She hadn’t expected that. She stiffened in her seat, as though the words themselves burned her skin. And that’s when the old man snapped. “Watch y
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body felt like it had been wrung out, every muscle limp and quivering, like I had just run for miles barefoot across jagged glass. My lungs burned as though oxygen was some luxury I had to beg for, each breath coming shallow, frantic, broken. My skin was damp, trembling from







