~Naina’s POV~
I woke up to a pounding headache, my temples throbbing like a drumline. Groggily, I opened my eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. The soft, rhythmic sound of snoring filled the room, but it wasn't Lucas's familiar gentle hum. Panic surged through me like ice water, my heart racing as I turned to face the stranger beside me.
His naked chest rose and fell with each breath, his chiseled features relaxed in sleep. I didn't recognize him, and my mind raced to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. The taste of tequila lingered on my tongue, and the faint scent of cologne clung to my skin.
Recollections flooded in: arriving at the party with friends, laughing and dancing, then...nothing. My memories were shrouded in a haze of alcohol and confusion. I had no recollection of leaving the party or ending up in this room with a stranger.
My gaze drifted down, and I noticed a red stain on the sheet. A wave of nausea washed over me as I realized the truth. I had lost my virginity, meant for Lucas, in a night I couldn't remember. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I scrambled out of bed, my head spinning.
"This has to be a dream," I muttered, my voice shaking.
My phone buzzed, Lucas's name flashing on the screen. Guilt and shame suffocated me, making it hard to breathe, andstopped me from answering. A text from Amy urged me to meet her in the lounge when I woke up. Could I trust Amy with what happened? The thought of her disappointment tore at me. What would she think of me now?
I cleaned up and dressed quickly, grabbing my purse, and rushed to leave, only to collide with Amy outside my door. I quickly shut it, but her surprised look lingered, her eyes searching for what I was hiding.
"Are you okay? Why the rush?" she asked.
"It's nothing, let's just go," I said, masking my turmoil as we left.
As we walked to the lounge, Amy chattered away telling me that the other girls had left , oblivious to my inner turmoil. I nodded along, trying to focus on her words, but my mind kept drifting back to what happened.
When we reached the lounge, Amy steered me towards a secluded corner. "What's going on, Naina?
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. Amy was my best friend
"I... just had a rough night," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Amy's eyes widened in concern. "What happened? Rough night? How? Did Lucas call you? Did something happen with Lucas?"
I shook my head, unable to meet her gaze. "No, it's not Lucas. It's... it's complicated."
"Complicated how?" Amy pressed, her curiosity piqued.
"I... I can't tell you, Amy. Not yet," I said, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
Amy's expression softened, and she reached out to squeeze my hand. "It's okay, Naina. You don't have to tell me if you're not ready. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her, grateful for her understanding. But as we pulled apart, a nagging doubt crept into my mind. Could I really trust Amy with my secret?
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Two days later, Lucas invited me to celebrate his promotion at his workplace. Guilt and confusion gnawed at me.
Should I tell Lucas about the incident?
Would he believe it was a mistake?
"You've been acting strange since the party with your friends" Lucas said as he drove us.
"Huh?" I was lost in my thoughts.
"Is everything okay? Something seems off," he asked, concern evident.
I smiled, shaking my head, unwilling to burden him with my secret.
"Congratulations on the promotion," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Thanks dear " he replied, turning to face me "I wanted to talk to you about something important."
My heart skipped a beat.
"I've been thinking a lot lately," Lucas continued, "about us, about our future."
I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.
"I know things have been tough lately, with the wedding and everything," he said, his tone softening. "But I want you to know that I love you, Naina. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Tears welled up in my eyes. How could I tell him the truth now, when he was being so sincere?
"I love you too, Lucas," I said "I want to spend the rest of my life with you too."
A sense of relief washed over me. Maybe I didn't need to tell him after all. Maybe I could bury this secret deep inside and pretend it never happened.
But deep down, I knew the truth would always haunt me.
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At his workplace, the celebration was in full swing. Lucas excused himself, and I wandered, admiring the company's grandeur. A message from Lucas summoned me to the fifth floor.
I went to the elevator. As the doors opened, I froze.
Inside stood the stranger from that night, accompanied by another man. I hesitated but entered, pushing the button for the fifth floor. Could he recognize me? Had he followed me?
"So, you mean you haven't found the lady yet?" he said, his voice husky and deep, the first time I had heard it.
"Actually, according to the receptionist, she came with her friends and left, and..."
"It's okay," he cut his secretary short.
I was shocked. Were they referring to me? Why was he looking for me?
"Cancel all the appointments I have today. I have somewhere else to be," he said.
"But..."
"But what? I own this company, and I can do whatever I want," he asserted, causing me to gasp out loud.
If he owned this company, then he must be Kyle Prescott, the arrogant, enigmatic, and lazy heir, the CEO of the company, and Lucas's boss.
So, I had slept and lost my virginity to someone like that. It felt like a scene from a book.
The elevator stopped, and the other man, whom I assumed was his secretary, got out, leaving me alone with him.
Suddenly, there was a jolt, and the ground shook. Losing my balance, I grabbed onto the first thing I could, which happened to be his arm.
The tingles of his skin danced across my palm. I looked at my hand, seeing his unwavering gaze on it. He scrunched his eyebrows, trying to place me.
"I'm sorry, but have we met before? You look familiar," his tone was questioning.
"No, we haven't," I stated coolly, pulling my hand away as the elevator stopped and the lights flickered. The speakers in the elevator filled the small space. "I'm sorry to inform you, but our elevator seems to have broken down."
Suddenly, the elevator abruptly halted, and the lights dimmed down into a soft glow. I groaned, knowing full well that I was truly and utterly screwed. I was stuck in an elevator with someone I had prayed not to encounter again.
Kyle walked toward the door, like he was done,like this whole conversation was over. But just as his hand reached for the knob, he stopped. He stood still for a second, then turned and came back. I didn’t say anything. I just watched him.He sat back down on the bed, beside me. His shoulders dropped a little as if he’d been holding something heavy in.“I have nothing to do with Amy,” he said softly, his voice not defensive, not sharp, just honest. Or it sounded that way.I looked at him, unsure. My chest ached from everything that had happened. My head still throbbed slightly, but I could still feel emotions swirling stronger than any painkiller could dull.“I don’t know anything about the letter,” he went on. “It might be too hard to believe… but I didn’t take it.” His eyes searched mine. “I really didn’t.”I looked at him for a long moment. His face was cal
It took me a moment before Kyle’s voice drifted back into earshot. He was still reading, but now with more intensity less like he was reading to me and more like he was absorbed in the world inside the pages.Then he stopped abruptly and looked at me, eyes slightly narrowed in disbelief.“How the hell would he sell his dog?” he asked, incredulous, like I’d been following every word he’s been reading. Luckily, I had read the book before, and I knew exactly which part he was at.“Maybe because he’s too broke to even feed his dog?” I offered, my voice hesitant half answering, half questioning.Kyle’s brows furrowed. “So he sold the dog to someone else… so the dog would have a better life?” he repeated, almost like he was trying to convince himself of it.I watched him, how seriously he took it, how invested he was. It was oddly… endearing. But also fascinating. This was the same Kyle who used to shrug off everything that didn’t directly benefit him. Now here he was, caring about a fict
I watched, my vision still slightly blurry, as Kyle leaned in close to DK and said something. I couldn’t hear what he said, but whatever it was, it made DK laugh. Not a real laugh, one of those cold, bitter chuckles that doesn’t reach the eyes.He brought his fingers to the side of his lips, wiped at the blood from where Kyle had punched him, and looked down at it with a kind of amused detachment.Then Kyle turned to me. His eyes softened just a little when they landed on me, but there was still so much tension in his face, like he was holding back more than he could express. He walked over to where Lucas stood by my side, still supporting me.Without a word, Kyle reached for me and to my surprise Lucas didn't fight it he stepped back, letting go of me gently.But as he did, he said in a voice edged with quiet frustration“How long do you think you’ll keep dragging her into your mess?”Ky
“What are you doing here, ma’am?” a voice snapped behind me.Startled, I nearly dropped the photo frame. My fingers trembled as I carefully returned it to its spot, heart racing. I turned slowly.It was the maid.Her eyes were sharp…., less like a servant, more like a gatekeeper. I forced a faint smile.“I—I lost my way,” I lied. A useless excuse. We both knew it.She didn’t say a word, just watched me.I walked out of the room, trying to keep my steps calm, measured, even though inside I was unraveling. I lost my way, I had said and maybe that wasn’t a lie after all.I made my way downstairs, found my bag, and left without another word.I couldn’t face Mrs. Prescott anymore. not like this. Not when my mind was spinning out of control.I stepped out into the daylight, but nothing felt clear.Why was I in that picture?Why couldn’
I sat on the bench in the park, the late afternoon sun casting soft shadows through the trees.Vivian came back holding two cold drinks. She handed one to me, but I shook my head. I wasn’t thirsty. My throat was tight for any drink .I knew I had to accept itAmy was gone.No matter how much she had done… no matter how deep the betrayal cut… she didn’t deserve this.Death? No. Never that.“It's actually surprising and shocking that Amy would take her own life,” Vivian said as she sat beside me.Of course it is. Because she didn’t. Someone made it look that way.But I couldn’t say that out loud, not yet. Not to her.Vivian turned slightly toward me. “And remember that day at the hospital… the day you……” she paused, hesitating, but I knew what she meant. The day I lost the baby.I nodded slowly, urging her to continue. I h
I looked at the TV one last time, Amy’s face still shining through that screen like she was trying to speak to me from somewhere far away.And then I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the restaurant. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t.I just wanted to breathe.When I stepped outside, I saw Kyle’s secretary standing at the corner like some statue. He glanced at me, but I ignored him. I didn’t care what he thought or what Kyle would say.I waved down the first cab I saw and got in.“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked.I didn’t even think twice. “Hagh Morgue,” I said quietly.I had seen that name flash on the news, and something in me had known that was where I needed to be.The cab pulled away, and the city moved outside the window, fast and blurry. My mind was just like that, fast and blurry, filled with questions I didn’t know how to ask, filled with pain I di