تسجيل الدخولElena's Point Of View"…is when I'm taking you," he murmured, his forehead almost touching mine, his breath warm against my lips, "with your legs wrapped around my waist." Everything in me went still. Not dramatic. Not exaggerated. Just… still. Like my brain had quietly decided to shut down for a second because it couldn't process what he had just said. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and deliberate, refusing to dissipate. I stared at him. Actually stared. My eyes searched his face for any sign he was joking, but found none. Because there was no way… No actual way, he just said that so casually, as if he'd commented on the weather rather than something that made heat crawl up my neck. My lips parted slightly, but nothing came out at first. My throat had gone dry. Then finally, "Jaxx…" My voice came out low. Almost cautious. Like I was testing whether speaking would make this moment more real or less. He didn't pull back. If anything, that smirk of his deepened just
Elena's Point Of View"How did you manage to get him to sign it?" The question hung between us, weighted with everything I couldn't bring myself to voice. Confusion wrestled with relief in my chest, while suspicion crept along the edges of both. And beneath it all, if I was being honest with myself lurked a thread of fear. Because nothing about this situation felt remotely normal. Then again, nothing about Jaxx had ever been normal. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he simply watched me, his expression maddeningly calm. Too calm, actually… like someone who had anticipated my every reaction before I'd even formed the thought. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he found my internal struggle amusing. Then he shrugged, the gesture so casual it bordered on careless. "Well… I went over and rubbed his head and he signed it." I stared at him, my face deliberately blank as I processed what he'd just said. Then my eyes narrowed into slits. "Seriously?" "Just like that,"
Elena's Point Of ViewA week had passed. Seven full days inside Jaxx's suite, and somehow I still hadn't figured out how I got stuck here. Not physically stuck. Because technically, I could leave. I had proven that much. After three days of arguing, glaring, ignoring him, then talking again like nothing happened, I'd managed to convince him to let me go to work. The negotiations had been exhausting, a constant back-and-forth that left me drained by the end of each day. That alone felt like a victory. A small one. But still. "Don't get used to it," he'd said that morning, watching me get dressed like he didn't trust the door not to disappear if I walked through it. His eyes had tracked my every movement with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "I'm not your prisoner," I'd reminded him, buttoning my shirt with deliberate slowness. "You're something worse." I paused, turning to look at him. My fingers stilled on the last button. "And what exactly is that?" He didn't answer.
Roman's Point Of View I slammed the car door harder than necessary, the sound cutting through the quiet like a final punctuation to everything that had just happened. For a second, I didn't start the engine. I just sat there. Hands resting on the steering wheel, fingers curled loosely around the worn leather. My breathing came steady, measured… a deliberate contrast to the storm I'd just walked away from. Eyes fixed ahead, I stared through the windshield, but the road before me remained a blur of unfocused shapes and shadows. My gaze drifted to the passenger seat. The file sat there, its manila surface catching the late afternoon light. Neat. Untouched. Too pristine for something that had just dragged an entire family through hell and back again. I reached over and tapped it once with my fingers, the gesture almost reverent, then leaned back into the seat. The leather creaked beneath my weight, a familiar sound that usually brought comfort. Not today. "Damn."
Graham's Point Of View "I've had enough of this nonsense." The words emerged quietly, almost conversational in their delivery. They didn't need volume to carry weight. Everything about the way he stood… spine straight, shoulders relaxed, the way the gun rested in his hand like a natural extension of his arm, the way his eyes swept across the room without urgency, without panic, without the slightest flicker of doubt. That was enough. I froze for half a second, my muscles locking involuntarily. Not out of fear, though my heart hammered against my ribs. Out of disbelief. This situation had spiraled further than I'd anticipated, further than any of us could have imagined. Way further. And the worst part, the detail that made my stomach turn? We had walked straight into it, blind and arrogant. "Graham—" My mother's voice trembled, a hairline fracture running through her usually steady tone. That alone was enough to snap me back to the present moment. I moved, ad
Graham's Point Of View"He says he's here for the files." The words settled into the room like oil dropped into water… thick, heavy, spreading slowly, impossible to ignore. They hung in the air between us, carrying a weight that made my chest tighten. I frowned immediately, turning fully toward the man at the door. My pulse quickened despite my attempt to remain composed. "He's outside right now?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, edged with something between disbelief and anger. The staff member nodded, his discomfort evident in the way he shifted his weight. "Yes, sir. He refused to leave. I told him to come back tomorrow, but he insisted on waiting." I glanced at my father, half-expecting him to dismiss the intrusion entirely. He didn't hesitate. "Let's go." Of course. No questions. No second thoughts. No pause to consider what this might mean or who might have sent this stranger to our door. Just straight into confrontation, as if the night hadn't already unravel
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis threat hangs in the air like a noose, tightening around my neck with every second that passes. "And just let even a scratch be found on my siblings." My fingers dig into his chest, my nails biting through the fabric of his shirt, my voice a growl, raw and uncontrolled. "An
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe hum of the laptop fading into silence was the only sound in the room, the glow of the screen dimming as I shut it closed with a sharp click. My fingers rubbed at my temples, the tension coiling there like a live wire, thrumming with the aftermath of hours spent buried in sp
Graham’s Point Of ViewThe air in the foyer was thick with tension, so heavy it pressed against my skin like a physical weight. Elena stood there, her suitcases at her feet, her dark eyes burning with a fire I hadn’t seen in years. My mother’s words hung between us, sharp and venomous, the threat o
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe door clicked shut behind me, the sound final, irrevocable, like the slamming of a cell door after a lifetime sentence. The stranger opened the car door for me, his movements smooth, effortless, like he’d done this a thousand times before. The leather seats creaked as I sl







