LOGINElena's Point Of ViewThe words hit the air like a splash of dirty water.I froze instantly, my hand pausing mid-air over the handle of the shopping cart. The voice was sharp, grating, and dripping with an ancient, high-society venom that I would recognize anywhere, even if I were a hundred miles away. My stomach dropped, that brief moment of happiness evaporating like morning dew under a scorching sun.The warmth that had been spreading through my chest turned to ice in an instant. Of course. Of course we couldn't have just one normal morning. Of course the universe couldn't let me have this one small thing.I turned my head slowly toward the end of the aisle, my eyes narrowing into slits, and I couldn't stop the massive, exhausted roll of my eyes when I saw exactly who stood there. Of course. Of course it had to be her.Matilda Sinclair. Graham's mother.She stood dressed in a pristine, tailored cream trench coat, an expensive designer leather bag tucked securely under her arm, and
Elena's Point Of ViewThe cool, artificial hum of the supermarket's air conditioning did nothing to soothe the persistent knot of tension lodged behind my ribs for the past three weeks. Ever since Heather and Dave had dropped that bomb about my mother and Graham joining forces, I'd been hyper-vigilant, my nerves stretched taut as wire.Every shadow resembled a trap, every lingering glance from a stranger made my shoulders tighten with anticipation. Sleep had become elusive, fractured by half-formed nightmares and the constant awareness that danger lurked just beyond my peripheral vision.I'd wake at three in the morning, heart pounding, reaching for the knife I now kept in my nightstand drawer… a precaution that would have seemed absurd to the woman I'd been six months ago. But today, I had insisted on normalcy. We needed groceries. Actual, normal-person groceries, not the bulk high-end catering supplies Jaxx's men usually ordered for the estate fortress up in the hills. I wanted to
Elena's Point Of View"How exactly do you two know about this?" The question emerged low and dangerous, my voice dropping an octave. My fingers gripped the leather cushion's edge, nails digging into the seam until I felt the stitching give slightly beneath the pressure. "Did she call you?" Heather shook her head violently, her eyes darting toward the heavy glass doors where Jaxx had just exited, as if our mother might materialize from the shadows at any moment. The gesture was instinctive, primal… it transported me back to our childhood, to all those nights we'd huddled together in the darkness, listening for her footsteps in the hallway, holding our breath until we knew whether she'd stumble past our door or throw it open. "No, Elena. It's worse." Heather's voice trembled. "She actually came to my apartment two days ago. And then she went straight to Dave's college campus." The words cracked as they left her mouth. I watched her struggle to maintain composure, saw the little girl
Elena's Point Of ViewMy face went entirely neutral and cold at the mention of that woman. It was like a sudden, freezing sheet of ice had slid right over my expressions, locking every single muscle in place. The light, warm air that had been swirling in the room from the hot shower just completely evaporated, leaving behind a heavy, stale chill that settled deep in my chest."I'll send the driver to pick you guys up at your apartment," I said, my voice completely flat, stripped of every ounce of the playful energy I’d had just a few seconds ago."Wait, big sis, are you..."I didn't even let Heather finish her sentence. I just pulled the phone away from my ear and tapped the red button, ending the call with a sharp, aggressive flick of my thumb. I tossed the device onto the bed sheets, watching it bounce once before settling near the pillows."Great," I muttered under my breath, my hands balling into tight fists inside the deep pockets of my oversized grey hoodie. "There goes my good
Elena's Point Of ViewMy fingers froze against the dark cotton of his shirt, and my breath caught somewhere in the back of my throat. The way he looked at me in that moment… it wasn't the playful Jaxx from seconds earlier, the one who had been running around the bed like we were kids again. This was the solid, unyielding version of him, the one that made my heart perform a completely separate dance from the rest of my body. I could feel the shift in the air between us, heavy and charged with something unspoken. "I want you to be able to hold your own," Jaxx said, his voice dropping into a rough, quiet register that vibrated through his chest and into mine. He reached up, and his large, calloused thumb moved gently over the fading purple bruise on my shoulder. His touch was so incredibly light it felt like a silent apology, a wordless plea for forgiveness. The tenderness of it made my chest tighten. "I hated that I wasn't there before this happened, Elena. The fact that he even got p
Elena's Point Of ViewJaxx chuckled, the sound low and gravelly against my temple as his heavy arms slid around my waist from behind. He pulled me back until my spine pressed flush against his broad chest, his warmth seeping through the cotton of my shirt and settling deep into my bones. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, strong and reassuring. "Why are you thanking me, Elena?" His breath fanned over the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine that I couldn't quite suppress. I took a quiet, deep breath, letting my head drop back against his shoulder. The gesture felt natural, almost too natural, and that realization made my heart skip. For weeks, I'd kept my distance, built walls between us brick by brick. Now those walls seemed to crumble with alarming ease. My fingers came up to rest over his large hands, tracing the rough knuckles that told stories of violence I'd only glimpsed."For everything, Jaxx. For absolutely everything." The words tumbled o
Elena’s Point Of View“I don’t need anyone to tell me how beautiful I am before I know,” I said evenly. “I know I am.”For a split second, the man just stared at me.Actually stared, like my words had short-circuited whatever rehearsed confidence he’d walked over with. His brows lifted, lips partin
Elena's Point Of View The moment stretched… taut, electric, dripping with anticipation, as his fingers traced the curve of my spine, slow, deliberate, possessive. A shiver racked my body, my skin prickling under his touch, my breath hitching as he stepped closer, the heat of him searing my bac
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe dream was so good… so perfect, that I never wanted to wake up.I was floating, weightless, wrapped in warmth and the kind of bliss that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. The air smelled like him… like sandalwood and sin, like the kind of danger that made my pulse race
Elena’s Point Of ViewThen he pouted.Actual. Pouted.Like a child.His lower lip jutted out, his brows furrowing just slightly, his hand stilling between my legs. “But my little guy…” He shifted his hips, and oh God, I could feel him… hard, thick, pressing against my thigh. “... is also complaining







