LOGINFirst Person POV – LuciaIt was dark. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made your ears ring like they were begging for sound.I was lying in bed, eyes wide open, flat on my back. Ryan was beside me, breathing deep and steady like always, his chest rising and falling like he had no idea the world was unraveling three inches to his left.Of course he didn’t.Of course he could sleep through this.My fingers gripped the edge of the blanket so tight it hurt. I wasn’t sobbing. Wasn’t panicking. But my skin felt wrong.. like it was stretched too tight over everything I didn’t want to feel.My mind wouldn’t stop.Lily’s words.That photo.The way my mother had smiled.. so young, so alive.. and the woman next to her... Ryan’s aunt.How the hell had he not told me?And what else hadn’t he told me?I turned my head just slightly and looked at him in the dark. He looked peaceful. Like he hadn’t kissed me like he meant it. Like he hadn’t touched me like I was real, like I mattered. And then
First Person POV – LuciaI stood there for a moment, arms wrapped around myself. But this time, I didn’t cry.I couldn’t.Something inside me had shifted. Not broken. Not shattered.Just… cold.Like the part of me that used to hope finally gave up and sat down.I looked at the clock on the nightstand, just to do something. Anything. But the buzzing in my hand pulled my attention down.1 new message.Aunt Lily"Lucia, we need to talk. Alone."I stared at it like it would rewrite itself.But it didn’t.It really was from her.Aunt Lily. Ryan’s aunt. The sharp one. The one who always had a glass of wine in her hand and a look in her eyes that made you feel like she knew things you didn’t want her to.Why was she texting me? And alone?My brows pulled together. The last time I spoke to her, at the dinner, she complimented my dress while clearly judging every breath I took.Still... I knew I couldn’t ignore it.I dragged myself into the bathroom, rinsed my face, tied my hair back into a n
First Person POV – LuciaThe first thing I heard was the sound of water running.It was faint at first, like it was miles away. But the steady rhythm grew louder as I blinked my eyes open, squinting against the soft morning light streaming in from the open blinds.The bathroom light was on.The shower was on.And then it hit me.Last night.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, suddenly too aware of the silence, the mess, the storm that hadn’t just happened outside, but inside me. My body ached in that unmistakable way—my legs sore, skin hypersensitive, lips still tingling from how his had moved against them.I wasn’t just tired.I was completely… stripped.Emotionally.Mentally.Physically.I’d let Ryan in.Willingly.And not just into my body.The thought alone made my chest pull tight.I lay there for a second longer, still trying to process it all. My heart was somewhere between confused and embarrassed—nostalgic and stupid.And it made everything worse that I couldn’t stop thin
Third Person POVLucia had barely stepped into the room behind Ryan when his voice came, sharp and waiting.“You think I didn’t see it?”She stopped near the door, her chest rising too fast. Her hands clenched at her sides.Ryan turned slowly, his jaw tight, the light from the overhead fixture catching in the sharp lines of his face.“You think I didn’t see him touch you?”Lucia swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.“It wasn’t—”“I’m not asking for explanations.” He took a slow step toward her. “I’m telling you: don’t let him do it again.”Her chest rose. “You don’t get to tell me that.”“Like hell I don’t.”“This isn’t—” her voice cracked, but she pushed through. “This isn’t real, remember? You said it. Over and over. This is an act. So why the hell do you care who talks to me or touches me?”Ryan stared at her, unmoving.When he spoke again, his voice was lower. Controlled. But the edge had sharpened. “Because I don’t want Carl in your ear. I don’t want you playing into whatever game
First Person POV – LuciaFor some reason, the air felt even more tense the second Ryan’s eyes locked with mine.I stepped back from Carl almost instinctively. Just a few inches, but it was enough to make everything feel awkward and exposed. My back brushed the wall gently, grounding me.I didn’t even know what I expected.Ryan to lash out?To smirk and pretend he didn’t care?To walk away like he usually does, cold and unreadable?I stood there, frozen, still caught in the feeling of Carl’s fingers on my cheek, but even more caught in the weight of Ryan’s stare. I didn’t dare speak first. My mind was racing through a thousand things.. none of them helpful.. when Carl’s voice broke the silence.“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance.”Ryan didn’t blink. “Don’t touch her again.”Carl tilted his head like he hadn’t heard him right. “You’re acting like I did something wrong.”“You know exactly what you’re doing Carl,” Ryan said. His voice was low and even, but I could see the tight
First Person POV – LuciaRyan’s voice was still in my head from last night—“I knew.” That simple admission had dug too deep.How much did he actually know?About my past.About my arrest.About the lies my stepmother spun to bury me.I’d spent years thinking it had all been locked away. The arrest hadn’t even made it outside the courthouse. No public statement, no press coverage—Evelyn made sure of that. It was a silent removal. A strategic one. I was asking too many questions about my mother’s death, and they needed me gone.So how did Ryan know?And worse… for how long?Had he known when we signed that contract? Had he known when he looked at me for the first time and said nothing?I was still deep in those thoughts when a knock came at the door. A light one.I stood, trying to blink away the fog in my head.“Come in,” I called.It was Isla.She gave a small nod. “Message from Mr. Graham. The stylist will arrive in fifteen. There’s an emergency dinner tonight. Hosted by his aunt.”“







