MasukJaxx's Point Of ViewMatilda stumbled backward another two steps, her designer leather bag slipping from her grip as she shook her head violently. The white diamond rings adorning her fingers caught the harsh supermarket light, glittering as her hands began to tremble. I could see the disbelief warring with denial across her carefully maintained features. "No..." she stammered, her voice cracking and losing that high-and-mighty society edge entirely. The veneer of superiority was crumbling before my eyes. "That's... that's a lie. Graham would never do that. No matter how stubborn he is, no matter how angry he gets about this ridiculous divorce, he would never raise his hands against a woman. He was raised better than that! You're just inventing stories to justify running away with a thief!" Listening to her screech, my mind instantly flashed back to the actual security footage from the apartment lobby. The images had been burned into my brain since the moment I first watched them, f
Jaxx's Point Of ViewMatilda gasped so hard I thought her expensive pearls might snap off her neck. Her chest heaved beneath that cream trench coat, her face transforming from an ugly blotchy red to a dark, angry purple that spread down to her collarbones like spilled wine. "You dare insult me for him?" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she pointed a manicured finger directly at my chest. The diamond on her ring finger caught the fluorescent light, throwing tiny rainbows across the linoleum floor… a beautiful stone on such an ugly gesture. "For that... that bastard?!" The word hung in the air like poison, contaminating everything it touched. I felt my jaw tighten, my teeth grinding together hard enough to ache, but before I could respond, Elena moved. She didn't pause to take a full breath before she stepped into Matilda's space, her small frame rigid, her eyes burning with a wild, dangerous fire I'd never witnessed in her before. This wasn't the soft girl who laughed at my terri
Elena'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
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe world didn’t just tilt… it shattered.Not because she’d flipped us… though, fuck, the way she’d moved… fluid grace, raw power, like a goddamn storm given human form… had been enough to steal my breath and knock the fight clean out of me. No, it tilted because of the way she
Elena’s Point Of ViewI stared at him.At this hot, infuriating, stupid man.At the way his dark eyes burned into mine, his smirk so smug, so knowing, like he had already won. Like he knew I was his, even when I wanted to scream, even when I wanted to fight him. His body was pressed against mine, h
Jaxx’s Point Of View The room was quiet… too quiet, except for the soft, steady rhythm of her breath. Elena. My Elena. My fucking princess.She lay sprawled across me, boneless, trusting, completely surrendered, her body pressed tight against mine, her legs tangled with mine, her hands dropped pos
Elena’s Point Of ViewI was still trembling, still gasping for air, still drowning in the aftershocks of the orgasm that had wrecked me, when the world tilted again.One second, I was sprawled over his face, my body boneless, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure. The next… Whoosh. A blur of moveme







