LOGINGraham's Point Of ViewHis expression didn’t soften. If anything, the lines around his mouth hardened further. “Either you sign those papers—” He gestured toward the documents on the desk, the ones I’d been avoiding since I’d entered the room. “—or get ready to be disowned.”For a second, I thought I'd misheard him. Not because his words weren't clear, they rang through the study with perfect precision. But because they didn't belong to him. They couldn't. Not directed at me. Not delivered in that flat, businesslike tone, as though he were discussing stock portfolios rather than severing the bond between father and son. I took a step back, my breath catching. Then another. My heel nearly caught the edge of the Persian rug, but I steadied myself, gripping the back of a leather chair. My eyes remained locked on him, as if looking away would make the room tilt completely, would make this nightmare solidify into something I could no longer deny. "What?" The word scraped out of my th
Graham's Point Of View"She's as valuable as an empty shell," he said, his voice dropping to a quiet register that somehow cut deeper than any shout. "And you're willing to destroy everything for that." Something inside me snapped. "DAD!!" The word ripped from my chest before I could stop it, raw and desperate. He didn't even blink. His expression remained carved from stone. "Don't you 'Dad' me." His voice came sharper this time, like a blade dragged slowly across glass, deliberate and merciless. "Have you suddenly become holy?" he continued, stepping closer. His eyes narrowed as he studied my face, searching for cracks in my resolve. "Or have you conveniently forgotten everything you did to that woman?" I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached. "That's not—" "You yourself said those words to me." He cut me off without hesitation, without mercy. "I'm only repeating your words to you." He paused, letting each syllable land like a hammer blow. "Your exact words." The room
Graham's Point Of View"The person asked me to divorce Elena, but I refused." The words left my mouth slower than I expected, each syllable weighted with consequence. Measured. Careful. As if speaking them too quickly might cause them to detonate in the air between us, making everything worse than it already was. Silence followed, not the normal kind that settles comfortably in a room. This silence stretched taut as wire, then dropped like a stone. Heavy. Suffocating. My father didn't move at first. He simply stared at me, his face unreadable, though I could see the muscles working in his jaw. Then his expression shifted, hardening into something I recognized from childhood, the look that preceded storms. "What?" One word. Sharp as broken glass. Disbelieving. "What did you just say, Graham?" His voice carried a warning I chose to ignore. I held his gaze, refusing to look away. "You heard me, Dad." That did it. The composure he'd maintained cracked down the middle like ice und
Graham's Point Of ViewMy hand flew to my face. The sting was sharp. Hot. Real. "DAD!" The word burst out louder than I intended… more shock than anger, my palm still pressed against my burning cheek as I stared at him. My eyes watered involuntarily, though whether from the physical pain or the humiliation, I couldn't say. He didn't flinch. Didn't even look slightly guilty. If anything, his jaw tightened further, as though my reaction had only deepened his irritation. The man who used to check under my bed for monsters now looked at me like I was one. "Don't 'Dad' me," he said, each word clipped and deliberate. His voice was low, controlled in that dangerous way that meant he was already past angry. This was the tone that preceded consequences, the one that made my childhood self go silent and obedient. "Start explaining yourself." I straightened slowly, despite the tremor in my legs, my jaw tightening until my teeth ached. "What have you done, boy?" There it was. The q
Graham's Point Of ViewI was still in my office, after Lillian left. Same chair. Same desk. Same damn silence that had been sitting here with me for hours like it paid rent. The city lights spilled in through the glass wall behind me, stretching across the floor in long, amber streaks. They touched the edge of my desk, stopping just short of my shoes like they knew better than to come any closer. Like even the light could sense the mood I was in. My fingers tapped once against the polished wood. Then again. The rhythm felt hollow, purposeless. Then I stopped. The quiet wasn't helping. It pressed against my temples, made my thoughts louder than they should have been. Made everything I was trying not to think about impossible to ignore. Nothing was helping. Not the files open in front of me, their words blurring into meaningless shapes. Not the half-finished drink sitting untouched to my right, ice long since melted into diluted amber. Not even the fact that I had been staring
I stared at him.Not the casual kind of staring people did during conversations, the polite glances exchanged over coffee or idle chitchat.No.This was the kind where your brain stopped cooperating with you entirely. Where every rational thought scattered like startled birds, leaving nothing but stunned silence in their wake.Where words refused to come out because they were still trying to figure out if what you had just heard was real or if the universe had finally decided to play a prank on you. A cruel, elaborate joke at your expense."My woman."That was what he said.Just like that.Like it was normal. Like it was a fact as simple as the sky being blue or water being wet.Like men walked around claiming people as theirs every Tuesday afternoon, as casually as ordering lunch or commenting on the weather.My heart hammered against my ribs, though whether from indignation or something else entirely, I couldn't say.I blinked once, trying to reset whatever had clearly malfunctioned
Graham's Point Of ViewThe sharp clink of metal on porcelain rang out louder than it should have, echoing across the thick silence of the dining room as I dropped my fork. My hand trembled slightly from the tension bubbling inside me, the sound louder in my ears than the hush that followed Elena’s
Elena's Point Of ViewMy fingers trembled as I braced myself against the sink, trying to breathe, trying to think… trying not to remember how it felt when his mouth was on me, when my body gave in, when I whimpered his name like a prayer I swore I’d never say again.The bathroom echoed with silence
Elena's Point Of ViewIt all started with a dream, I was moaning in my sleep.My breath hitched. My hips rolled against the sheets. The sound of my name whispered in that low, devilish drawl wrapped around my ears like silk."You like being eaten, Bambina?"God. His voice.It was back again… haunti
Elena's Point Of ViewI didn’t even think.It was like my body acted before my brain could catch up. One second I was glaring hard at something Jaxx said… something ridiculous and shallow, and the next, out of the corner of my eye, I felt him.Graham.Tall. Brooding. Furious.That same furious glar







