(HAILEY’S POV)The water was the only place that still felt like mine.It was cool against my skin, calm and blue, unlike everything else around me. I pushed forward in another lap, the sound of the water rushing past my ears, drowning out every thought. My body moved automatically, arms cutting through, legs kicking in rhythm.I didn’t stop until my lungs burned.When I finally came up for air, I gasped, tilting my head back as the sun hit my face. My chest rose and fell as I floated there, staring up at the pale sky.It had been four days. Four long, heavy days since I left Santino’s house.Four days since the gunshots.Four days since I saw his face that unreadable, cold expression when he told me to leave.And still, no one had said a word about what happened.Not the news. Not the police. Not a single report of gunfire on the highway. It was like it had never happened at all.Dorian had promised to “check on it.” He’d sounded concerned, serious, but then he went quiet too. No ca
(SANTINO’S POV)By the time we reached home, the sky was already dark. The city lights stretched far behind us, fading into nothing but faint specks in the distance. The ride had been long and silent. Too silent. Hailey had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, her head leaning against the car window. The faint hum of the engine and the rhythm of her breathing were the only sounds that filled the air.When the driver stopped in front of the house, I didn’t move for a few seconds. I just sat there and looked at her.She looked… peaceful. Unbothered. The same girl who had earlier been yelling and calling me a “stupid bastard” was now sleeping like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her face looked softer, her lips slightly parted, her lashes brushing her cheeks. The fading moonlight slipped through the car window and painted her skin in silver.She was beautiful, painfully so.I exhaled and rubbed the back of my neck. My head was pounding. Between the shooting, the chase, and her
HAILEY’S POVThe ride back home was quiet. Too quiet.The air inside the car felt heavy, thick with everything that hadn’t been said back at his parents’ house. I sat with my head leaning against the window, watching the world blur by. The fading sunlight painted the road gold, turning the trees and fields into something soft and dreamlike.Santino hadn’t spoken a word since we got in. His assistant wasn’t with us this time, which made the silence even louder. Only the low hum of the engine and the faint sound of the tires rolling against the road filled the air.I sighed, closing my eyes for a second. My head still buzzed from the chaos of the day, his strict father, his warm mother, Lorenzo’s teasing, Santino’s constant glare. It was like every emotion decided to visit at once and refused to leave.I could feel him glancing at me sometimes. He thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did.When I finally turned my head, he was already looking away, pretending to focus on typing on his phone
(SANTINO’S POVRage burned slow and deep in my chest, like coals under ash. I didn’t even realize I’d balled my fists until my nails bit into my palms. Her words had hung in the air…sharp, careless, foolish.I couldn’t believe she said that. Not to anyone, and definitely not to my parents.My mother had stood frozen, eyes wide. My father looked like he was struggling to form words, his mouth opening and closing once before he gave up. Only one sound filled the air, the sound of Lorenzo’s laughter breaking the silence like a hammer through glass.He doubled over, clutching his stomach dramatically. “Oh, this is priceless,” he gasped, laughing harder. “Hailey, you’re something else. Honestly, I think they picked the wrong son. I should’ve been the one arranged to marry you.”The muscles in my jaw tightened so hard they hurt. I turned my glare on him.But he didn’t stop. Of course, he didn’t. Lorenzo never knew when to stop.Something ugly and hot stirred inside me, jealousy or anger, I
THIRD PERSON POVThe afternoon sun was warm and soft when Santino’s mother suggested that everyone move to the garden for dessert. The main meal had left everyone full but happy, well, everyone except Santino, who looked like someone had stolen his patience and set it on fire.Hailey followed behind his mother, trying to look calm even though she was still trying to recover from Santino’s deep, unreadable stare during lunch. It had felt like his eyes were pulling her apart, layer by layer, until she wanted to scream or laugh or maybe kiss him just to make him stop looking like that.The garden was huge, with trimmed hedges shaped like swans, a fountain in the middle, and tables under white parasols. The scent of roses filled the air. Hailey looked around in mild surprise, it felt like something out of a fairytale, except this fairytale had men in expensive suits and too many rules.Servants came out carrying trays of desserts all colorful and perfect.There was tiramisu, chocolate lav
The dining room looked like something pulled out of a royal magazine.The long polished oak table gleamed under the golden chandelier, and silverware sparkled like it had never known dust. Every plate was placed perfectly, every napkin folded neatly so that using them felt like a sin, and the scent that filled the air made my stomach growl before I could even act ladylike.Lunch had been announced, and we were all seated, me beside Santino’s mother, with Santino across from me and his father sitting at the head of the table. Lorenzo, the gorgeous brother with the lazy smile, sat diagonally across, his elbows resting carelessly on the table like he owned the room.I tried not to look at him too much. I really did. But the man had a face that made it difficult to focus.Santino’s mother clapped her hands together lightly. “Benito, dear, you can start serving.”The butler nodded and gestured, and soon a small team of house staff began bringing in dish after dish until the entire table lo