LOGIN"I checked the guest cottage, Dara," Joe had said on the porch, his voice deadly quiet. "Rafael's bed was unmade, and I found your pearl earring sitting right on his nightstand."I had looked him dead in the eye, my voice ice cold. "I dropped it when I went to ask him for the extra cabin keys yesterday morning, Joe. If you were actually around instead of running off to town, you would have been the one giving them to me."He had backed down, looking guilty and confused, unable to fight past my blunt lie. That was two days ago.Now, I sat on the leather sofa in my cousin Mia’s apartment downtown, staring at the bright screen in front of me.Mia slammed her tablet down on the glass coffee table, her face pale with fury."I didn't want to believe it, Dara. I really didn't," Mia said, swiping through a series of high resolution photographs. "My friend who works front desk at the grand hotel downtown took these last night."I leaned over, my stomach turning to heavy stone. On the screen wa
The bright headlights of the car pinned us against the dark pine trees, casting our long shadows across the damp grass.My heart dropped into my stomach. I gasped, trying to push away from Rafael’s chest, but his heavy arm remained locked firmly around my waist, keeping me pinned against his side.The car engine idled softly in the dark. Then, the high beams clicked off, leaving only the dim yellow fog lights. The driver side door opened, and a short man in a dark jacket stepped out into the chilly night air."Rafael?" the man called out, holding a large flashlight low to the ground. "Is that you out here?"I let out a long breath I didn't realize I was holding. It wasn't Joe. It was Marcus, the local groundskeeper who looked after the family property."Yeah, it's me, Marcus," Rafael called back, his low voice calm and unbothered. "Just helping Dara look for her dropped earring near the fence."Marcus shone his flashlight toward the grass near our feet, nodding slowly. "All right then
The brass doorknob turned fully, the latch clicking open as the pantry door swung inward.Joe stepped into the doorway, squinting into the dim light. "Dara? Are you in here? Who are you talking to?"Before the light could hit my face, Rafael shifted his heavy frame, blocking Joe’s view completely. His tall, broad shoulders swallowed the space, casting a wide shadow over me where I cowered against the wooden shelving, my chest heaving and my skirt still rumpled around my thighs."She’s behind me, Joe," Rafael said, his low voice smooth and devoid of a single trace of panic. "And she’s trying to get away from your endless nagging about the caterers."Joe paused, his brow furrowing as he looked at his stepbrother. "Rafael? What the hell are you doing in the dark with my fiancée?""She came in to grab another bottle of wine. I came in to tell her to stop letting you treat her like an unpaid wedding coordinator," Rafael drawled, stepping forward just enough to force Joe to take a step back
The front door handle jiggled violently again, and the key clicked loudly in the lock.Rafael reacted in a split second. He grabbed his jeans off the floor, pulled them on, and scooped me up in his broad arms, tossing me behind the thick curtains of the large bedroom window before the heavy wooden door swung fully open."Rafael!" Joe’s angry voice boomed through the cottage living room. "Where the hell is Dara? Her car is parked outside!"I held my breath behind the dark fabric, my heart slamming wildly against my ribs as I quickly pulled on my clothes. My skin was still burning hot from Rafael’s touch, my breath coming out in fast, shallow gasps."She went back up to the main house ten minutes ago," Rafael said smoothly, his low voice calm and cool. "You just missed her because you were busy honking your horn like an idiot.""Don't give me that attitude," Joe snapped. "She wasn't in her room.""Check the kitchen, brother," Rafael sneered softly. "She looked pretty upset. Probably tir
The loud car horn blared again from the driveway, its high sound cutting straight through the dark living room.I froze on the sofa, my heart slamming wildly against my ribs. Rafael lifted his head slightly, his chest rising and falling heavily against mine. His dark eyes were black with dark passion, his large hands still pinned tightly in my wet hair."Ignore it," Rafael growled, his voice thick and rough."It's Joe," I whispered, my voice shaking as another sharp honk echoed outside. "He must have come back to look for me."Rafael let out a bitter, low laugh against my lips. "Let him stand in the rain. He doesn't deserve to step foot inside this house."He didn't give me time to answer. His mouth slammed back onto mine with a raw, demanding force that wiped every single thought of Joe right out of my mind.It wasn't like any kiss I had ever known. For ten long years, Joe had kissed me with careful, polite routine. It was always tame, vanilla, and predictable. But Rafael kissed me l
My hands were shaking violently on the steering wheel as I parked my small car behind a row of bushes. The rain had started falling again, heavy drops splashing against the windshield in the dark.Ten minutes ago, my cousin Mia had called my phone. She had been driving past the edge of town when she spotted Joe's car parked outside a quiet, secluded motel called the Pine Crest."Dara, I'm so sorry," Mia had whispered over the static line. "I saw him walk inside room 104 with a blonde woman. You need to come see this for yourself."I stared at the glowing yellow light outside room 104. Every fiber of my body wanted to turn the engine back on and drive away. I wanted to pretend I never got that call. I wanted to keep believing in the ten years we had built together.Instead, I opened my car door and stepped out into the freezing rain.My sneakers soaked through instantly as I crept along the concrete walkway of the motel. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs that it felt like i







