Se connecterI stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me.The white dress hugged my body perfectly, the delicate fabric flowing around my feet. My hair was pinned loosely away from my face, with a few curls framing my cheeks.I should have been excited.Instead, I was terrified.“I don't think I can do this.”Rain looked at me through the mirror, her expression softening. “April.”“What if I mess it up?” I whispered. “What if I trip? What if I say something stupid? What if...”“You won't.”I sighed.“You've grown so much since I first watched you fall for that man,” she continued. “You're not the same woman you were before Constantine. You've learned how to stand up for yourself. You've learned what you want. And most importantly, you've learned that you're worthy of being loved.”My eyes began to sting.“I love him,” I whispered.“I know.”I turned toward the window and carefully moved the curtain aside.The private island stretched beneath the warm afternoon
Aprils POV After the call with Constantine. Carlilse had left the room. I was still reeling from the fact that he could do this to me. I could not sleep. I could not eat. I needed to have an escape plan. I didn't know what Carlilse was capable of anymore. I stood in front of the window, staring down at the ground several floors below. Too far. Even if I managed to break the window and somehow climb onto the ledge, there was no way I would survive the fall. My fingers tightened around the curtains."Think, April. "There had to be another way out. The bathroom had no other exit. The window was useless. I paced around the room, desperately searching for something—anything—that I could use to help my situation. Then— BANG! I froze. The sound echoed through the house. My heart slammed against my ribs. Another loud crash followed. BANG! It sounded like a door being kicked in. "What the hell is happening?" I backed away from the bedroom door. Voices suddenly er
Constantine's POV"Nows not really a good time, Constantine," April said and the excitement in my heart to see her went down. "I just wanted to know how your first day at the gallery went," I said. She shrugged her shoulders. Something in her eyes was despondent. Was she still upset all the things I had said? "April about what I said-" She looked away again. "I'm really tired. I'll speak to you tomorrow." The call ended abruptly and I stared at the screen. That was strange I have pissed April off but never to this extent where she didn't want to talk to me. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to convince myself maybe she just needed some space. Give her space.Yet every instinct I possessed screamed that I get on a plane and force her to talk to me... A knock sounded against my office door. "Sir," one of the guards said. "Mr. Galdoni is here for the meeting?"I slipped my phone into my pocket. "I'm coming. Where is my father?" "He's in the breakaway room downstairs, finishing
I didn't know how many hours had passed.The sun had disappeared. Darkness had settled outside the windows. And I was still trapped.I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, staring at the door.Waiting.Thinking.Planning.Every possible escape ended the same way.With nowhere to go.No phone.No way to contact Constantine.No way to warn anyone.The sound of a key turning in the lock made me jump to my feet.The door opened.Carlisle stepped inside carrying a tray.Food.A bottle of water.A bowl of soup.Like this was normal. Like I wasn't his prisoner. "You're going to have to eat eventually."I glared at him..He set the tray on the desk."I'm not hungry.""That's a lie.""I don't care what you think it is."Carlisle sighed. For a moment neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us. Awkward. Painful. Finally he rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't want to fight with you."I laughed bitterly. "Then maybe you shouldn't have locked me in a room."His jaw tightened. "There is
The next morning, I woke up with a knot in my stomach. Part of it was because of the argument with Constantine.The other part was because of Carlisle.More specifically, what had almost happened.I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.The memory replayed itself whether I wanted it to or not.The walk by the river.The way he'd looked at me.The moment he'd stepped closer.The look on his face when I'd stopped him.I sighed heavily.Carlisle had accepted it. At least outwardly.But things weren't the same anymore.And because I knew he still had feelings for me, every interaction felt different.More complicated.More fragile.I didn't want that.Carlisle had become one of my closest friends over the last few weeks. Someone I trusted.Someone who had taken care of me when everything else in my life had fallen apart.The last thing I wanted was for feelings to ruin that.Which was exactly why I decided to take the job at the gallery. It would create some much-needed distance between me a
Day 15 in Germany.I was halfway through sketching one of the buildings from the town square when my phone lit up.Constantine.A smile immediately pulled at my lips.For the past week, his calls had become less frequent.Not because he didn't want to call. Because every time I turned on the news there seemed to be another report about Leone Industries, another update about the shooting, another reminder that someone was still trying to kill him.The attack had changed something.I could hear it in his voice whenever we spoke.The exhaustion.The frustration.The anger.I answered immediately."Hey."The second his face appeared on the screen my heart squeezed.He looked tired again. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes and his jaw was covered in stubble.It looked like he hadn't slept properly in days.Yet somehow, seeing him still made me happy."Hey, tiger."His gaze softened slightly. "You look better.""I am better." That wasn't entirely true. I still missed him. Still worried consta
I pulled up to Constantine’s club and stepped inside, immediately regretting it. My eyes scanned the room for him and there he was, getting a lap dance from a stripper— I assumed— dressed in a glittery two-piece. “Oh, Rosana,” he chirped, smacking her butt. As I approached them I wanted to gag. The
Instead of going for therapy an artist expressed themselves and got paid for it instead. Artists were paid for feeling and expressing those feelings on a canvas. Maybe my art lacked the amount of emotion to get it to where it needed to be. I did not lust, there was no forbidden love, and I had not
"April," Rain yelled banging on my apartment door. Dragging my one shoe along with me to the door and fighting my one arm through a slightly tight jacket— I barrelled out of my room. "April hurry up!" She banged harder shrivelling my last nerve of patience. "There better be a fucking zombie apocal
Constantine's Pov The door slammed causing me to sit up quickly in bed, firstly mishearing and thinking it was a gunshot. "Constantine!" My father's voice pulled me back to the land of the living and angry, chasing the remnants of my sleep away. My eyes squinted though the room wasn't bright-— tha







