로그인Elena'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
Graham's Point Of View "Do you think Elena is behind it?" The question didn't hit me the way it should have. It didn't shock me. Didn't anger me. It just… settled. Heavy. Expected. Like a stone dropping into still water, sending ripples I'd already anticipated. I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I studied him, really looked at him. At the way his eyes had narrowed again, sharp and calculating, like everything had already shifted from anger to strategy. To suspicion. To blame. It was a familiar transformation, one I'd witnessed countless times throughout my life. My father never stayed vulnerable for long. I exhaled slowly, my gaze dropping briefly to the signed documents on the table before lifting back to him. The papers seemed to mock us both, sitting there so innocuously despite the chaos they represented. I paused. Because the answer wasn't simple, and he wouldn't accept anything complicated. Not right now. Not when everything was burning around us and he needed
Hello lovelies, and happy new year!I know it’s been a long time since I’ve updated. It wasn’t because I didn't want to; I truly wanted to write, but I couldn't due to some very personal issues. There were moments when I would pick up my book to write and nothing would come out. I know I’ve disappoi
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was on fire.No… it was burning alive, every nerve ending screaming, every inch of my skin tingling with the ghost of his touch, the ache of his absence. I was trembling, my thighs slick with need, my breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as I clung to the edge of the
Elena’s Point Of ViewI had nothing to say.Because he was right.I was losing my mind, and I was losing it fast. Worse, some traitorous, desperate part of me wanted to. Wanted to drown in the heat of his touch, in the dark promise of his words, in the way his hands made me feel like I was his. Lik
Jaxx’s Point Of View"I’ve missed you."And fuck, I was going to show her just how much.My hands gripped her hips like a vice, my fingers sinking into her skin as I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene, wet, the







