LOGINAthena’s POVI walked out of Dexter’s room slowly, pulling the door shut behind me.The moment it clicked closed, I stopped.“One month.”I turned my back to the closed door.Dexter was getting married in one month. I knew he was getting married. That was obvious.But I had no idea when the wedding was supposed to happen.Judging from the way everything had been going, I honestly thought it was happening soon.The wedding preparations and how Cassie had been coming around.The way both families seemed to have everything planned already. I had assumed they were getting married within the next few weeks.But six months? Apparently, that had been the original plan.And now his father had suddenly decided to move it forward.Who changes a wedding date without telling the groom?I shook my head. That was crazy.But then again, after hearing Dexter yell at his father, I understood something a little better.His relationship with his father wasn’t normal, not even close.His father seemed to
Dexter’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the sunlight.It was shining through the small gap between the curtains and directly into my face.I groaned and turned my head away, pulling the duvet higher. My body felt heavy.For a few seconds, I just lay there with my eyes closed, trying to remember what happened.Why did I feel so exhausted?For a few seconds, I remained still, trying to remember how I had fallen asleep last night.That was when I felt something move beside my bed.My head turned immediately, and that was when I saw Mia.My eyes widened in shock as I saw her She was sitting on a chair beside my bed. Her head was resting against the side of my bed, her neck bent at an uncomfortable angle.Her glasses had slipped down her nose, almost falling off her face.A few strands of her hair were scattered across her forehead.Why was she here? Did she spend the night here?I slowly looked around the room, and that was when I remembered.I had gotten a fever
Did I just see a tear slip from Dexter's eyes I wiped my eye with my other hand the tears were still on his cheek “Please don’t go,” he repeated I stood there confused he wasn’t talking to him because he was still asleep these means he was sleep-talking, or was he dreaming?But what could he be dreaming about that could be causing him so much pain His eyes were still tightly closed, but his hand remained wrapped around my wrist tightly Almost like he was afraid that if he let go, whoever he was holding in his dream could disappear. I swallowed hard. Who exactly was he talking to and who was he afraid of losing? Cassie? I knew it wasn’t her could ir be his mother or Someone from his past? Or maybe…His younger self? I didn’t know. And the more I looked at him, the more obvious it became that something was wrong. Dexter would never let people see when something hurt him. He didn’t cry. Yet here he was. A tear slowly slipped from the corner of his closed eye and disappeare
That scared me for a moment. I slowly sat back on the chair and stared at Dexter.His breathing had become steadier, and some of the colour had returned to his face.At least he didn’t look like he was about to collapse anymore.I rubbed my tired eyes. What the hell was I supposed to do now?I looked at the clock on the wall. Eight forty-seven.I had been sitting in Dexter’s room for longer than I realised.Blake and Fox were probably wondering where I was by now.There was a lot I wanted to tell them today. Especially after everything that had happened at the orphanage.I still hadn’t even had the chance to tell them what I found. They would be just as baffled as I was.My eyes slowly moved back toward Dexter.A debt money couldn’t clear. What exactly did that mean?I leaned back against the chair. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.Why would Dexter owe my parents anything?He wasn’t a child sixteen years ago. He had been old enough to know what was happening ar
“You have a fever.”Dexter stared at me. The look in his eyes told me he agreed with me, but then he slowly removed my hand from his forehead.“It’s nothing.”I blinked at him. Nothing?The man was literally burning under my hand.“Sir, you’re running a temperature.”“I heard you the first time.”“Then why are you acting like it’s nothing?”Dexter gave me a tired look.“Because it is nothing.”I stared at him in disbelief. Dexter El Camino would be half-dead and still find a way to argue.I closed my eyes in frustration.“I’m trying to help you here, sir, and you’re making it difficult.”“I already told you I can handle myself, Mia. I don’t need your help. Go to your room. We’ll see tomorrow morning.”That’s if you would even make it. I almost screamed it at him.I rubbed my forehead in frustration.There was absolutely no way I was standing here arguing with Dexter when I knew he needed urgent medical attention.“You need to sit down.”“I’m not dying, Mia.”“Sir, I never said you were
I stood at the entrance of Dexter’s room, staring at him.What exactly did he want to show me? This was actually the first time I had entered his room since we arrived at the hotel.I looked around slowly. Everything was neat.His suitcase was beside the wardrobe. He must have OCD because nothing was out of place.His jacket was hanging over one of the chairs and His laptop was sitting on the small table near the window.There was nothing unusual about the room. Still, something about being inside Dexter’s private space made me feel strangely uncomfortable.Maybe because I had never really seen him outside the office, and being in his room had never really crossed my mind.I decided not to overthink it. I would simply wait.I remained standing by the door.Dexter turned around, his brows raised.“Why are you still standing there?”I blinked.“Sir?”“You’ve been standing there for almost a minute.”“I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted to show me.”He stared at me as if I ha
Losing my parents was only the beginning of our nightmare. What came afterward made everything even more miserable. My father had built an empire. He was a business mogul, and my mother owned one of the largest entertainment companies in Los Angeles. Eventually, their companies merged, creating a
How could I ever forget that night? There was no way. It had haunted me for sixteen years. How could I forget the 5th of June, 2010? It had started like every normal night in our house. The night breeze felt unreal, cool against my skin, calming enough to sink into my bones. I was outside doin
The phone on my desk rang, and I picked it up immediately. “Mia, get my car ready. We’re leaving in a few minutes.” “Oh, where—” The line went dead. He had already hung up. I stared at the receiver. “Where is your car?” I muttered under my breath, burying my face in my palms for a second. Th
I barely recognized the woman staring back at me in the mirror. For a moment, I stood there in complete silence, searching my own reflection for some trace of the Athena Mallway I had known all my life. But she was gone. In her place stood a sophisticated brunette with long bangs, and a polished







