Lilian's Point Of ViewI could barely hold in the scream clawing its way up my throat.The hallway was dim, the shadows from the chandelier slicing across the marble tiles like jagged blades. Graham’s arm wrapped around my waist as we ascended the stairs, his grip possessive, almost as if trying to stake a claim.I smiled.Not the smile of a glowing, happy, expectant woman… no. Mine was colder. Sharper. The kind of smile that slices skin before you even feel the blood. It was the smile of a woman who had just claimed victory in a brutal, unrelenting war of hearts.My fingers dug into my palms, nails biting into the soft flesh, pretending everything was fine, pretending like my heart wasn’t thundering with rage and betrayal.But inside? I was boiling. That bitch. That filthy, arrogant bitch. The thought hissed in my head like poison bubbling in a cauldron.Even after everything, after all I’ve done, he still hovers near her? Still thinks of her? Still cares?Even with his child growing
Graham's Point Of ViewThe moment she slammed the bedroom door in my face, the sound reverberated like a slap across my jaw. I stood there frozen, a muscle ticking in my cheek as I stared at the cold, closed door. Her rejection echoed louder than any insult, louder than any fight we’d ever had.My fists clenched, jaw tightening as I forced myself to breathe… slow and controlled, but my blood boiled beneath the surface, threatening to erupt.“Elena…” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my face.She pushed me. Actually pushed me. Out of the room. And then she slammed the door. Locked it. Like I was the intruder in my own damn home.My fists clenched at my sides. My jaw tight enough to break bone.Inside that room, I could hear her… the sound of her body sliding to the ground, her muffled sobs breaking the silence like thunder in my skull. And for a moment... I just stood there.Frozen.Because as much as I was burning, as much as every damn nerve in my body ached for her, a
Elena's Point Of ViewThe room was dim. Shadows stretched across the walls like quiet witnesses to the war between craving and contempt raging inside me.I sat up slowly, staring down at him.Though the lights were off, the amber hue of the streetlamp streaming through the window softly outlined his face. Sharp cheekbones. That proud, stubborn jawline. The curve of those lips that had once whispered promises into my skin, before they learned how to hurt instead.I blinked down at him, my thighs still straddling his waist. His cock still hard beneath me. His eyes watching me with that dark glint, like he knew exactly the power he wielded and didn’t care how he abused it.“You ain’t serious right now,” I said dryly. My voice was flat. Controlled. Too controlled.He didn’t answer. Not with words.Instead, he pushed in again, just the tip, that torturous inch that left everything in me aching for more.But this time… I felt nothing. No heat. No pleasure. Only irritation. I frowned.I trie
Elena's Point Of ViewLexy held my hand tightly as we stepped out of the café. “You sure you’ll be okay?” she asked, concern still lingering in her eyes.I gave a small laugh, trying to mask the emotional storm boiling inside me. “I’ll survive. I always do.”She narrowed her eyes at me. “Listen, anytime you need someone to punch sense into your husband… just one call, babe. I’ve got a right hook that’ll send him into next week.”I laughed, more genuinely this time, and pulled her into a hug. “You’re insane.”“Damn right I am,” she said proudly, climbing into her car. “Text me when you get in, alright?”“I will.”We both waved, and I watched her drive off before I turned to mine and slumped into the seat. My shoulders were heavy, my thoughts tangled. I felt wrung out… emotionally, physically. All I wanted was a shower, silence, and a pitch-black room to curl into myself.When I got home, the silence was so thick, it felt like walking into a void. No staff bustling about, no music, no d
Graham's Point Of View“Hey, big brother.”I froze.Everything around me faded… Lillian’s humming from the changing room, the boutique clerk’s fake laughter, even the obnoxious background music playing through hidden speakers. All I could hear was that voice. Deep, smooth, laced with mockery and venom.Jaxx.The bastard.That voice hadn’t changed. If anything, it had thickened with more confidence, more edge. Like time had only sharpened the blade he'd always been. And that smirk… Christ. That damn smirk.I felt my throat tighten as my eyes locked onto his. He stopped a few feet in front of me, sunglasses hanging from his fingers, those inked arms crossed loosely like he didn’t just set my nerves on fire by simply breathing in the same space.“What the hell are you doing here?” I managed, though my voice came out like a low growl, coated in suspicion.Jaxx tilted his head, mock innocence on full display. “Aw, that’s no way to greet family, is it? Don’t tell me you’re still mad.”I cle
Graham's Point Of View“What?” I snapped.There was a beat of silence on the other end, as if the caller was weighing the best way to break news to me.Then his voice, low and serious: “Boss… you might want to sit down for this.”“I’m already sitting, talk.”“It’s Jaxx.”Everything stilled. My pen slipped from my fingers. “What about him?” I asked tightly.“He’s in town.”I stood so fast, my chair screeched against the floor. “What?! That bastard is here?”“Yes, sir. Got word from one of our guys near the East Quarter. Saw him yesterday evening.”My blood surged. “Yesterday?! You said he’s in town. When exactly did he arrive?”“About… a week ago.”A vein throbbed in my temple. My voice thundered. “A week? You mean to tell me that bastard has been in my city for an entire week and I’m just hearing this now?”“I… I only just got confirmation.”I slammed my palm on the desk. “Of what use are you to me then?! What the hell have I been paying you for?!”“I’m sorry, sir, I thought…”“Shut t