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Days passed.I stopped keeping count.Nothing loud had happened since he took me to that house. No punishments. No arguments. No forced apologies.The moment came in the garden.I was curled on the cushioned bench under the willow tree, half-reading a book I didn’t care about, trying to ignore the way my skin still tingled when I thought about him too long.Then I heard the crunch of his boots on the gravel.I didn’t look up.“You’ve been acting usual.”Straight to the point. No softness. No patience.“Have I?” I flipped the page. “Didn’t notice.”His shadow blocked the light. “Don’t play games.”I sighed and closed the book. “I’m not.”He crouched in front of me — not sitting, not relaxing. Just there. In my space.Too close.My body tensed.“Look at me,” he said.I didn’t.His hand came to rest on the bench beside my thigh, palm heavy against the cushion. “Lena.”“What?” I whispered.“What happened to you after that visit?”I clenched my jaw. “Nothing.”“Liar.”I force myself to mee
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I followed him back to the car, still brushing stray flour from my sleeves, my mind racing. Why had he brought me here? What deal had he just sealed? The questions burned, but his silence told me I wouldn’t get answers—not yet.I tried to speak. Then stopped.His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.After twenty minutes of silence, I finally said, “You didn’t bring me there just for a deal.”He said nothing.“Then why?”Still nothing.We drove longer than expected. Too long. Too far.Then I saw it.My heart dropped.“Leo…”He parked near the curb. My old street. My old house.My blood ran cold.I stared at the chipped paint, the rotting fence. I could already hear the yelling. Feel the belt.I couldn’t move.“Come,” Leo said, already opening his door.“Why are we here?”“Closure.”My stomach twisted.The door was unlocked. Inside, the air smelled like beer, mildew, and memories I didn’t want.Every room was messier than I remembered. Dirtier. Smaller.The smell. The stains on th
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You’re not planning another runaway stunt, are you?”I shook my head. “No. I’m done running.”“I think I preferred you when you glared more,” Marcello said, nudging a glass across the table toward me. “At least then you looked alive.”I blinked and glanced up. “What?”“Exactly.”I shook my head. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep well.”“Was it the rain?” he teased. “Or your charming husband whispering sweet nothings like ‘you’re mine’ in the dark?”I let out a soft scoff, leaning back into the couch. “Try ‘you’re not free’ and ‘stop pretending you hate it.’ Super romantic.”Marcello raised a brow, his teasing tone fading just a little. “He actually said that?”I nodded. “He meant it, too.”His jaw tensed.“Sounds like him,” he muttered. Then added under his breath, “Always thinks everyone wants him.”I stared at him.“He’s different sometimes. Softer. Like he’s… trying.”Marcello raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading. “Trying? Leo doesn’t try, Lena. He calculates. If he’s soft with you, it’s becau
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I woke to grey skies and the faint echo of thunder in the distance.The rain hadn't stopped. It just fell slower now, like the world was exhaling after a tantrum. But my chest still felt tight — too tight.Leo’s words still clung to me, sharp and haunting: “I’d feel better if I knew what broke you.” His voice had been a blade, not cruel but searching, cutting too close to the scars I’d buried deep.He didn’t just want answers—he wanted to see me, the real me, and that scared me more than any locked door or loaded gun.“I want to see how long it takes before you stop pretending you hate being mine.” I should’ve screamed. Should’ve said never.But I just stood there like an idiot. Frozen, confused and curious.I stayed in bed long after sunrise, staring at the ceiling, trying not to wonder where Leo had gone after our conversation. Or when he’d return. Or what mood he’d be in when he did.I finally peeled myself from the bed and moved to the window. My hair was quite matted from yesterd
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I traced the rim of the mug, my fingers steady despite the chaos in my mind.But as Mrs. Thornton slid a plate of warm scones toward me, her smile gentle and knowing, I let myself breathe.Just for a moment, I could pretend I wasn’t Lynx, the rogue asset, or Mrs. Castelli, the bought wife. I was just Lena, and that was enough.The soft clink of a spoon against a bowl broke my thoughts.I sipped my tea, watching her shape the dough into neat rounds. “You ever thought about opening a bakery?” I asked, the question spilling out before I could stop it. “I mean, you could sell these scones for a fortune. People would line up.”Mrs. Thornton chuckled, her eyes crinkling with mischief. “A bakery? Oh, love, I’d have customers fighting over the last loaf, and I’m too old for breaking up brawls.” She glanced at me, her smile sly. “Besides, who’d keep this place from falling apart if I left? You?”I snorted, setting my mug down. “Me? I’d likely burn the kitchen down trying to make dinner.”The l
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“Lena,” Leo said, his voice low, clipped. “Sit.”I sank into the velvet chair, my hands gripping the arms, bracing for whatever came next. “What’s this about?” I asked, my tone cautious but firm. I was done shrinking.He leaned forward, his gaze piercing, like he could see every secret I’d ever buried. “You ran,” he said, his voice edged with something raw—anger, maybe, or something deeper. “You trusted Nicole, took her bait, and nearly got yourself killed. I need to know you’re not going to do it again.”My stomach dropped, but I held his gaze. “I didn’t mean to—”“Intentions don’t matter,” he cut me off, his voice sharp but not cruel.“Intentions don’t matter,” he cut me off, his voice sharp but not cruel. “You put yourself in her hands, Lena. Nicole’s not some Good Samaritan. She’s a blade, and you’re the one she wants to cut me with. I need to know you’re done playing her game.”I swallowed, my throat dry. “I didn’t know who she was,” I said, my voice steady despite the guilt claw
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