LOGINElena's Point Of View"You want to see your mother?" Jaxx asked softly, his fingers gently smoothing over the small of my back. My frown deepened, the delicate warmth in my chest instantly souring into a cold, jagged knot. "Do not call her that," I snapped, the words tumbling out sharper and harsher than I intended. "That woman is not my mother. She's no mother to me, nor to Heather, nor to Dave. I was just too blind and stupid to see it for all these years!" Jaxx's dark eyes softened with deep concern. He shifted beneath me, cupping my cheek in his large, warm palm. "Elena... don't go too hard on yourself, sweet face." "No, Jaxx, stop! It's something I need to hear and say to myself!" I shook my head violently, tears hot and bitter springing into my eyes as my chest heaved with a violent, ragged breath. The words had been trapped inside me for years, festering, and now that the dam had cracked, I couldn't stop them from pouring out. "How on earth could I have been so foolish?! Ho
Author's Note: Hello Guys, happy new month, I wishyou all good health, joy and happiness. First of all, I really want to thank y'all for you love support and PATIENCE so far (emphasis on patience😅😑) I've really not been the best and I know it. I hope this month yiels beter results. I love y'allElena's Point Of View"You look tired, El," Lexi said, her dark eyes scanning my face with a mix of fierce affection and residual panic as we finally unentangled ourselves on the velvet couch. She smoothed down my disheveled hair, her expression suddenly turning sharp and lethal. "What about Graham? Tell me that bastard is dead." I sat up, resting my forearms on my knees, letting out a soft, tired chuckle. "We don't really know about that, Lex." Lexi's eyebrows shot straight up into her hairline, her jaw dropping open. "What do you mean by that? How do you not know if he's dead?!" "Well..." I swallowed hard, glancing back at Jaxx, who was leaning against the grand wooden archway with his a
Jaxx's Point Of ViewThe eleven-hour transatlantic flight passed like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. We played cards on the low wooden table between the leather couches… or at least tried to, until I caught Elena shamelessly hiding aces under her knee and called her out on it. She denied it with such wide-eyed innocence that I nearly believed her, right up until three more cards slipped out from under her thigh, and she dissolved into helpless giggles at her own terrible acting. We talked about everything and nothing at all, piecing together the broken years we had lost, filling in gaps neither of us had realized still ached until we spoke them aloud. I learned about the summer she'd spent teaching herself to paint, the disastrous first job she'd been fired from within a week, the way she still couldn't watch thunderstorms without thinking of her father. In turn, I told her things I'd never said aloud to another living soul… the nights I'd lain awake wondering if she was s
Jaxx's Point Of ViewTwo days had passed, and my recovery had accelerated significantly. The agonizing throb in my side had settled into a dull, manageable ache, allowing me to move around freely without looking like a battered old man. Even the bruises along my ribs had faded from an angry purple into a muted yellow-green, proof that my body was finally catching up to my stubborn refusal to stay in bed. I'd spent too many nights lying awake, cataloguing every twinge and pull of muscle, willing myself back into a body I could trust again. Now, standing without wincing felt like a quiet victory nobody else would understand. Elena stood by the edge of the bed, carefully folding a few light sweaters into a small travel bag, her movements unhurried and precise, the kind of quiet focus she always fell into when she wanted to avoid thinking too hard about what lay ahead. I recognized that stillness in her by now… the way her shoulders squared and her breathing slowed whenever the world o
Jaxx's Point Of ViewA week had passed since I woke up in this grand, quiet bedroom in my grandfather's Tuscan villa. My wounds were healing slowly, the dull ache in my cracked ribs settling into a manageable throb, but right now, I couldn't care less about the pain. Cradled against my chest like a child was my princess, Elena. Her soft, dark lashes rested peacefully against her flushed cheeks, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling in a steady, perfect rhythm. Morning light slipped through the tall shutters, gilding the curve of her shoulder, and for a moment I simply watched her breathe, memorizing the way her lips parted slightly in sleep. There was a stillness to this room that I had never known in my old life, a quiet so complete it almost frightened me, as if the world had finally agreed to leave us alone. I leaned down slightly, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against her warm forehead. "I love you, princess," I whispered into the quiet room. As if she could
Graham's Point Of View"No, Graham," Sebastian said, his voice dropping into a deadly, hollow tone as he took a slow step backward, pulling out of my reach. "You are the one in trouble. You brought this entirely on yourself." Panic, cold and sharp, cut through the pain in my chest. I fought against the heavy weight in my limbs, dragging myself off the cushions. Pain flared like a torch behind my ribs, making my breath hitch, but I managed to stagger to my feet, my legs trembling beneath me like those of a newborn colt. The room tilted slightly, the chandelier's light smearing into streaks before my vision steadied.Somewhere in the haze, I registered the faint copper taste of blood in my mouth, a reminder that my body was still betraying me even as my mind screamed to stay upright. I lunged forward, grabbing my father by the lapels of his suit jacket with my good right hand, clutching the fabric until my knuckles turned white. Somewhere beneath the panic, a small, humiliated part of
Elena’s Point Of View"Who did this to you?" His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, each word a promise of violence, of retribution, of something so dark it sent a shiver down my spine.My fingers twitched at my sides, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline, from the fight, from the sheer r
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was still humming, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sagged against Jaxx, my fingers digging into his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me upright. His tongue was on my neck… licking, swiping, tracing a slow, deliberate path from the curve of my shoul
Elena’s Point Of View"Or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name?"His voice was a dark, velvety growl, sending a shiver down my spine, my body aching with the memory of how he’d ruined me just minutes ago. I forced myself to take a step back, my breath still ragged, my s
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe sound of my name on his tongue made something inside me jolt. I stared at him, unable to move, my breath lodged in my throat. His eyes stayed on mine, dark and relentless, and for a moment the boutique… the mirrored walls, the racks of shimmering dresses, the faint music f







