로그인Jaxx'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
Graham's Point Of View"That's impossible, Graham! Stop talking trash!" Sebastian snapped, his voice booming across the grand living room, though a sudden tremor betrayed him. He began pacing back and forth across the polished hardwood floor, his hand waving dismissively in the air, as though he could physically bat the words away. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and his eyes refused to settle on any one point in the room, darting instead like a man searching for an exit that didn't exist. "You're bleeding out! You've lost too much blood, you're feverish, and you're hallucinating nonsense! You come back into my house, wanted by the law, and instead of giving me a sensible explanation, you spin some ridiculous fairy tale about the underworld?!" He stopped abruptly, glaring down at me with sharp, panicked eyes that betrayed a fear he refused to name. For a moment, the mask of the untouchable patriarch slipped, and beneath it, I glimpsed something rawer… something almost like a man dr
Graham's Point Of ViewThe heavy wooden doors at the far end of the warehouse creaked open, admitting a hurried figure carrying a faded leather medical bag. It was Dr. Vane, a disgraced former surgeon who operated exclusively in the underbelly of Florence for triple his usual rates.His hands trembled slightly as he walked, the telltale sign of a man who had traded his medical license for whiskey and desperation years ago, yet somehow his eyes still held the sharp, calculating focus of someone who once saved lives in respectable operating rooms. "Get the light over here, now!" Vance barked at Miller, pointing toward the hanging bulb above the cot. The doctor didn't waste time with pleasantries. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves, pulled a small bottle of local anesthetic, a scalpel, and a pair of long surgical forceps from his bag, arranging them with the practiced efficiency of a man who had done this a hundred times in a hundred other filthy rooms. "This is going to burn," Dr.
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
Jaxx’s Point Of View “Oh… I came to check if you’re still breathing, Matilda.” Her lips parted, her breath hitched, shock painted her expression. She hadn’t expected that. She stiffened in her seat, as though the words themselves burned her skin. And that’s when the old man snapped. “Watch y
Elena’s Point Of View“Tell him you’re done with his bullshit. To hell with him. And come to me. Do that…” his smirk was pure challenge now, “and I’ll give it to you.”For a moment, the world stopped. My ears roared, a violent rushing sound, as though blood itself rebelled against what I’d just hea







