Ace’s POVIt’s been a full week now. Seven long, restless days since I left that hospital room. Since I dropped those damn flowers by her door and walked away like a coward.Seven days without seeing Azalea, and I swore, it had been killing me.I had tried to keep myself busy with working on scripts, reading, even attempting to finish that book I started months ago, but none of it sticks. My mind keeps drifting back to her.It had also been a week of silence from my mother. Not a single text or call from her, and I knew why. Because I hadn’t agreed to the engagement. Because I was dragging my feet.The elections were coming and my father needs this political alliance with Escola’s family. He had been panicking, pulling every string he could. And now he needed me more than ever. But did I need him? No, I didn't.I had lived my life without relying on him. Built a name that was mine, separate from his empire. So why should I hand over my life like a pawn now?I ran a hand through my ha
ESCOLA POV “He wants the wedding off,” I muttered, staring out the car window as the city blurred past.Peace sharply turned to me, her brows arched. “He doesn’t like you?”I let out a short breath, leaning my head back against the seat. “Romantically? No. He doesn’t.” I paused, my voice quieter now. “His heart belongs to someone else, it's so obvious.”The words were bitter in my mouth, but they were true. I couldn't miss the way his eyes softened when I mentioned her, the way his whole mood shifted, I wasn’t blind.I hated the fact that he had chosen her over me, even though I already knew this was bound to happen. It stung more than I cared to admit.I closed my eyes, his face flashing in my mind. His voice replayed in my head as he told me he wanted this called off. He was so calm and respectful about it, but that didn’t change the fact it wasn’t what I wanted. Peace stayed quiet for a while, watching me the way she always did. I knew she wanted to say something. I could practic
Ace's POVI stared at my watch, the seconds stretching between minutes like miles. She was late. Again! My stomach twisted in knots that I couldn’t ignore. This wasn’t just an annoyance, it was fear mingled with longing. Fuck! What was I doing here?I wasn’t getting married. I refused to bind myself to her. I wasn't going to marry Escola. Yes, she was stunning, she was a woman with a powerful career, glowing skin, and everything that a man would ever want, but none of that mattered to me.My heart longed for someone else, someone I couldn’t risk losing.Yet here I was, waiting at the restaurant, in a crisp suit. My hands were restless as my mother’s voice echoed through my head, 'just do this for me. For your dad.'No. I wasn’t doing this for either of them. I was doing it for closure. For peace. For honouring the promise I’d made to myself. I would end it.Five minutes later, hell, I didn’t know if it was five or ten minutes later, I had already lost track of time. She walked int
Azalea's POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the hospital window, beaming way too bright for how I was feeling inside. The clock on the wall ticked away, each second pulling me closer to the inevitablendischarge day. The day I was supposed to leave, go home, and pretend like everything was fine. Like I wasn’t carrying a storm in my chest.“Are you ready?” Lara’s voice broke through my daze, light and soft, but with that usual spark of hers.I turned my head slowly, watching her grab my small bag off the table. Her curls bounced as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, that patient smile plastered across her face like she was trying to keep things easy for me.I wanted to smile back. I really did. But my chest felt tight and heavy. It was Sunday morning, it was bright outside and there was not a single hint of last night’s darkness lingering in the corners. The sun poured in shamelessly, like the world hadn’t fallen apart inside me.It was time to go home.“C’mon,”
Escola's POV My heart trembled the moment I saw his message. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement or a crazy mix of both. But the second my eyes landed on his name popping up on my phone screen, my stomach twisted into knots.I hadn’t been able to sleep. I tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers to the mess I’d found myself in. Now, it was dawn. The sky was still the shade of dull grey and the birds hadn’t even started chirping yet when he called me.“We need to talk. Let’s meet up.”Those seven words carried enough weight to make my palms sweat.It didn’t sound good. I mean, what good ever came after “we need to talk”? But still, I couldn’t help but smirk a little. I could already imagine the look on his face. Probably all serious, his jaws clenched really tight, eyes stormy from anger and above all, still attractive. I threw my head back against the pillow, groaning. “What the hell did I get myself into?”Before I could even overthink more, a
Ace's POV I raced down the quiet, polished hospital hallway like my life depended on it. My chest heaved with each step, my heart pounding loud enough to drown out the soft murmurs of nurses and the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The doctor’s voice still echoed in my ears."She’s awake now. You can go see her.” he had said. She was awake.Relief and fear tangled inside me, tightening my throat. Part of me wanted to burst through the door, pull her into my arms, and never let go. The other part, the darker, louder part, reminded me of why she was on this hospital bed to begin with.It was all because of me.The door to her room was slightly ajar. I slowed my steps, my pulse still erratic as I approached. I was holding the flowers I bought earlier, pale pink roses. The kind I knew she liked because I paid attention to ridiculous details when it came to her, whether I admitted it or not.But just as I reached the door, I stopped. I could see inside, and what I saw twisted somethin