Se connecterVICTORIAFour years laterThe air feels different today — softer, lighter, almost unreal.The sun pours gently over the gardens of Valemont estate, painting the marble white and the grass gold.Children run barefoot across the lawn, their laughter spilling through the breeze like music.I am standin
******************************************************************************************CHASEThe music floats across the beach, slow and warm, the kind that makes the night feel softer than it is.Fairy lights sway in the ocean breeze, and laughter ripples through the guests as I stand near the
VICTORIAThe sand is warm under my heels as we walk down the narrow path leading to the beach, the faint hum of waves mixing with distant laughter.My hand rests lightly on my belly, the other laced tightly with Chase’s because I still can’t believe this is real — that he’s this happy, that we are.
I pretend not to notice, but something cracks quietly inside me.On the jet, she wasn’t exaggerating about sleeping. The moment she sits down, she curls up, adjusts the blanket, and shuts her eyes without a word. I sit across from her and just… stare as the engines hum softly, clouds drift past the
CHASE“That’s it. Close that laptop; we’ll be late,” I say, standing from the couch at House of Valemont, telling her for the tenth time, pretending she didn’t hear me.Victoria doesn’t even flinch. Her eyes stay fixed on the screen, the faint light tracing her sharp cheekbones as she scrolls. “One
The entire ride to House of Valemont, I can’t calm down. I keep rehearsing my steps, my greetings, my smile. My mind runs wild with what-ifs—what if nothing’s the same, what if I walk in and everyone stares? What if I can’t do this? but I try to remain strong until we get there.Once we finally arr
CHASE"Take it off," I command, nodding at the flimsy black lace hugging her hips, my voice low and rough with desire.Victoria arches an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes.Slowly, teasingly, she hooks her fingers under the thin band and starts inching it down. Her gaze locks with mine, smolderin
“This is Harry retaliating. He wasted no time.” She shakes her head quickly, her voice rising in disbelief. “But—how? Chase he was just at the wedding, hours ago. Where did he get the time to pull all this?”My voice is low, dangerous, controlled only by sheer will. “I don’t know, but apparently, he
She looks at me, her eyes dark with lust, and does something unexpected. She sits upright, her hand finding its way inside my belt and into my boxers. "Looks like you want me too, Chase," she spits, her fingers wrapping around my hard length.She slowly begins unbuckling my belt, removing it in one
She startles, spins her head toward me, and her lips curve, just slightly, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. “I didn’t say,” she replies, voice cool, a smug little smirk tugging at her mouth.I slide my hands into my pockets and take a step closer. “I need the name.”She hops off the ch







