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POV: Selena
“Don’t cry for me, my little Lina. You will be well taken care of after I’m gone. Your father will take care of you, and on your eighteenth birthday, after your first shift and after you meet your wolf and unlock your gifts, someone will come for you. Someone special that deserves my precious daughter, someone that will take care of you and make you happy will come for you, my sweet baby girl,” Mom told me on her sick bed as I took care of her and prayed for her swift recovery.
She made me promise to be nice to him, and she promised that he would never disappoint me on my eighteenth birthday; he would come for me. I did not take her words seriously. I didn’t even ask her who she was talking about and why he was coming for me. She hadn’t been well for years, so I put it down to her imagination running wild because of her sickness.
Sure that couldn’t happen. I mean, she had been getting worse lately, and there is no telling what might happen to her. A few months after she told me that, Dad came home with a strange woman and her daughter named Jacklyn. He introduced them as his new wife, Vera, and my stepmom. Before I could say one word to challenge his actions, he struck me hard across the face, showing me the hospital report and death certificate of my mother.
“Your mother is dead, girl, and now you have to do everything I tell you!” Dad told me sternly, instructing me to treat Jacklyn and her mom with the love and respect that they deserve because they are family. I did not believe him; I wanted to go to the hospital to look for my mom. But instead of taking me to the hospital, like I demanded, he drove me to the cemetery and showed me a headstone bearing my mom’s name and age.
I cried my eyes out that day, wishing I could turn back the hands of time and share more heartwarming conversations and laughter with my mom. My whole life took a different turn from the day Jacklyn and her mom Vera stepped into our house—my house, actually. Mom was a wealthy heiress, and everything was wild to me. But that had control of everything until I turned eighteen.
I faced the worst kind of humiliation from Jackie and her mom, Vera. They literally made my life miserable, and Dad couldn’t care less about how I was being treated. At first, I thought it was unfair for me to be treated like a slave while my father’s new wife and adopted daughter got everything they wanted. Then I found out that Jackie was Dad’s biological daughter, and that meant he was cheating on my mom before she died.
My father is an asshole, and I would give anything for a chance to take back everything that belongs to me and make him pay for hurting me and my mom. I look forward to my eighteenth birthday so I can claim my mom’s wealth and get everything that belongs to me. Mom's words about the stranger that is coming on my eighteenth birthday kept ringing in my head, and I looked forward to it.
I knew in my heart that the stranger would be the answer to my prayer, and I looked forward to my eighteenth birthday. It’s all I ever talk about; it’s all I could dream of. My dad hated me for no reason, and Jackie became Daddy’s favorite daughter since she got here. All I have is my fortune and the stranger who would wipe these tears away from my eyes.
“You are delusional if you think you are getting this house and the company from me!” my father told me furiously, handing me some documents to sign over half of my fortune to his name.
“I won’t do it, Dad!
I won’t let you take what belongs to me; I would rather die than sign those documents!” I told him furiously, refusing to sign it.
“You ungrateful child!
How dare you talk back to your father?” Vera yelled at me, glaring daggers at me.
“Of course, she wouldn’t sign it, Dad; she doesn’t give a hoot about us. She doesn’t consider us her family. She is always talking about her prince charming coming to get her on her eighteenth birthday,” Jackie told them, laughing at my thoughts.
“You whore!
You already have a boyfriend?” my dad yelled at me, hitting me angrily.
“Of course she does; it’s all she ever talks about in school. Her whore of a mother found a prince charming for her precious daughter,” Jackie told them, smirking evilly when I glared her way.
“I will kick you out of my house when I turn eighteen years old!
I suggest that you and your mom start searching for a place to stay because very soon, you will become homeless,” I told her proudly, earning a peal of laughter from her.
“No one is coming for you, Lina. I suggest you sign these papers immediately!” Dad warned me, trying to force me to sign the papers. But I didn’t do it; I didn’t let him force me, and I didn’t stop believing that someone would come for me on my eighteenth birthday. It’s one month until my birthday, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Dad and Jackie called me stupid. Aunt Vera starved me for days because I refused to sign the documents. But I did not let that discourage me. I kept waiting for him to arrive. The day finally arrived, and just like Mom told me, at the stroke of midnight on my eighteenth birthday, there was a knock at the door. And when I opened the door, I saw the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life, and he smiled warmly at me, taking my breath away.
“Hello, Lina. I’m Richard, your betrothed,” he let out with a bright smile, pulling me in for a warm hug.
“I have waited for this day all my life. I always dreamt of this day—the day I will finally meet you and make you mine,” he told me, making me smile brightly as tears flowed freely down my cheeks.
“You have no idea how happy you have made me today, Richard. You have made me the happiest woman today,” I confessed, hugging him tighter.
“Good, that has been my intention. Your happiness is all that matters to me, and that is why I want to marry you, Lina. I want to make you mine and take care of you always,” he confessed, making my dream a reality. This is the happiest day of my life.
POV: EdmondThe dinner was Gramps’ idea. A formal thing, announced with the air of someone bestowing a gift rather than issuing a command. A family dinner, he had said.“To present Alexia properly. To make things official.”I had sat across from him in his study and thought about eleven different ways to refuse and discarded all of them, because refusing meant a confrontation I wasn’t ready to have tonight.I was picking my battles with the strategic patience of a man who intended to win the war even if he conceded a few evenings.So I sat at the head of the table in my own dining room while Gramps occupied the other end like a king who had temporarily misplaced his throne.Alexia sat to my right in a dress that cost more than most people’s monthly rent, performing the role of radiant fiancée with the commitment of someone who had been rehearsing this specific scene her entire life.She touched my arm twice. The first time I looked at her hand and said nothing. The second time I moved
POV: SelinaI didn’t sleep well that night.I lay on my back staring at the ceiling with the restlessness of someone whose body was tired but whose mind had decided sleep was an optional activity, replaying the afternoon in the specific cruel way that memories do when they know they have you cornered.The way he had crouched beside me on the pavement without hesitation. The way he had reorganized the bags like he had been carrying my groceries his entire life.The way he had argued, completely sincerely, for nearly four minutes about why one shop’s tomatoes were categorically superior to another shop’s tomatoes, like this was important information, like this was a hill worth dying on.The way he had laughed when I told him he was being ridiculous.I hadn’t heard him laugh in weeks. I hadn’t realized how much I had been carrying the absence of that sound until it came back and something in me exhaled for the first time since everything fell apart.I turned onto my side and pressed my f
POV; SelinaI knew his car.That was the first problem.We have been meeting secrets for so long that I knew the sound of the engine before it rounded the corner, knew the particular way it slowed on Creston Avenue without fully stopping.I knew the exact window of time in which I should not look up from my phone if I wanted to preserve any version of the dignity I was trying to maintain.I looked up every time, every single time, without fail, like my body had made an agreement with itself that had nothing to do with my better judgment.And every time I caught the tail end of his car moving away down the street, something in my chest did that thing, that specific painful thing, that I had stopped pretending was anything other than what it was.I missed him with a completeness that frightened me. Not the missing you feel for something gone.The missing you feel for something present and unreachable, something close enough to see and touch and completely forbidden, which was its own pa
POV: SelinaThe leather of the backseat was cool against my back as she settled her weight onto my lap. Her skirt had ridden up, I noticed this the way I notice weather, immediate and total, and the bare skin of her thighs pressed against the fabric of my trousers."Eddie," she breathed, and her voice had lost its composure, the careful architecture of it crumbling. "Someone could see.""The windows are tinted.""That's not..."I kissed her again before she could finish. Harder this time. Her mouth opened under mine and the sound she made, half relief, half hunger, travelled down my spine and settled low.Her fingers found their way into my hair, gripping, pulling just enough to register as pleasure with an edge. The car had grown warm, or we had, and the windows were beginning to fog in slow circles from the edges inward."I've been losing my mind," I said against her mouth. "Every day. Every single day without you.""Me too." The words came out fractured. "I thought it would get eas
POV: Edmond"What did you tell him?""That things were moving forward." She opened her eyes and looked at me sideways, that look she had, the one that landed somewhere in the center of my chest."It wasn't a lie." I looked at her for a moment."No," I said."It wasn't a lie, and it’s not the truth either."“He’s not strong enough to handle the truth. If he knows we are no longer together, he may be forced to withdraw into his shell and slow down his recovery. I can’t bear it if his treatment fails again. I need him to recover faster so we can get back out inheritance,” she stated firmly.“He will be fine, Lina. I will not let anything stop his healing progress, I won’t ...”“Thats the problem, Eddie. He trust you so much and it’s going to break his heart when he finds out the truth. I can’t let him find out, that’s why I need you to stay away from us. If you keep coming here and your grandfather finds out about your secret visits, we’ll get in trouble again, and this time, Jason will
POV: EdmondSaturday was supposed to be simple. I had a full morning of calls scheduled, a lunch with the board that had been rearranged three times and could not reasonably be rearranged a fourth, and an afternoon that belonged entirely to the stack of contracts sitting on my desk judging me quietly every time I walked past.I knew Selina went to the farmer's market on Saturdays.Not the large one downtown that everyone knew about. The smaller one on Whitfield Street, three blocks from her building, the one that set up between the old library and the dry cleaner with the faded yellow sign.She had mentioned it once, months ago, in a conversation that had no reason to stick in my memory as firmly as it had. She had said the tomatoes there were the only ones worth buying in this city, and she had said it with the particular conviction she reserved for things she considered non-negotiable.I had cancelled the lunch with the board by nine-thirty. I told Marcus it was a conflict. He had l
POV: Selina"Don't worry, sweetheart. You were just a little tipsy last night. But trust me, we had fun, dear. So much fun," he said nonchalantly, his eyes wandering over my body hungrily.My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to process his words.Fun? Was that what he called it? My mind ra
POV: Zoey“You just dug your own grave, Zee. I will make you pay for this humiliation!” Richard texted me a few minutes after they left the party. I read his message and scoffed within me, enjoying my first taste of revenge. I can imagine him pacing my sitting room in anger, cursing and swearing at
POV: Selina“I will not stand here and banter words with you, and I’m certainly not letting you get your greedy, filthy hands on my precious necklace. This is all I have left, and I’d rather die than give it to you!” I told her sternly, glaring daggers at her.“Well, if death is what you seek, that
POV: Edmond“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I messed up last night. I couldn’t get the surrogate to come. She suddenly changed her mind and called off the deal.”“What the fuck are you talking about? Who canceled what deal?Are you drunk, Chris? Is it not too early to be drunk?” I asked him, almost laughing







