로그인CLOVER'S POV:After dinner, everyone retired to their rooms, everyone except us, of course. Jessica, Kiera, and I were enjoying some much-needed girl time on the terrace, even as the rain continued to pour and thunder rumbled in the distance. We gossiped about random, insignificant things and people, laughing under the shelter of the wide overhang.“So guys, my ex and I made up yesterday…” Kiera announced, winking at us playfully. “So I’m thinking of torturing him, you know?”“By torture, you mean with knives and needles, right?” Jessica asked, a deep frown etched on her face as she turned her gaze away from the stormy sea to stare at Kiera.Oh no… these two.One was wildly inappropriate, and the other was hilariously innocent. They had zero ability to read between the lines.Kiera was clearly hinting at something sexual and teasing, while Jessica had immediately jumped to psychological or physical torture.I quietly watched them banter back and forth, amused by their completely oppo
CLOVER'S POV:8:00 PMThe rain that had been pouring nonstop since noon showed no signs of letting up. This kind of weather usually had me curled up in bed, cuddling my pillows and comforter, but tonight was different.I stood in front of the mirror, turning slightly from side to side, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. I looked good, really good. The sleek black silk gown with its daring V-neckline hugged my body perfectly, sleeveless and elegant, paired with my favorite strappy stilettos. My hair was styled in a low, voluminous bun that gave me just the right touch of sophistication.I hadn’t dressed to impress tonight, I had dressed to kill.Every deliberate choice was made with one person in mind, to catch a certain man’s undivided attention.I took a deep breath as I stepped out of my room. Even from the hallway, I could already hear the loud chatter and clinking of cutlery drifting from the dining hall. I was late again...Tonight’s dinner wasn’t in the garden as usual; it
CLOVER'S POVAs the driver pulled over smoothly at the family ancestral graveyard, he immediately stepped out and opened the door for me with practiced courtesy, offering a steady hand to help me navigate the uneven ground.Shit, I was late...Today was Raquel's burial, the official funeral day. I had deliberately skipped the church service earlier, feigning lingering weakness from the hospital, but missing the actual graveside ceremony entirely would raise too many suspicious eyebrows...It turned out that Raquel had been assassinated, targeted by a rival gang she was deeply entangled with, from what the hushed rumors and police reports suggested.I didn't know all the gritty details, and frankly, I didn't want to. But from what little had leaked out... the wicked old granny had apparently been far more than just a controlling matriarch. She had secretly run an entire underground drug-dealing operation for years, pulling strings from the shadows even in her later age.Perhaps her
CLOVER'S POVA warm breeze grazed my cheeks gently, stirring me from the depths of darkness. My eyes fluttered open hazily, vision blurred and unfocused as I stared into a hazy nothingness, the world around me swimming in soft, indistinct shapes.The second I tried to move my body, a deep grunt escaped my lips at the overwhelming stiffness and numbing pain that shot through every muscle and joint. Gently twisting my neck to the side, wincing at the sharp pull,.I sighted my mom seated next to my bed in a stiff hospital chair, her head tilted back slightly as she softly snored, exhausted from what must have been endless hours of vigilant watching.As the strong, unmistakable metallic scent of antiseptic hit my nose, mingled vividly with the underlying notes of bleach, stale recycled air, faint traces of latex gloves, and that peculiar sterile tang unique to hospitals, my nostrils wrinkled instinctively in discomfort."Mom..." I called out softly, my voice weak and raspy from disuse as
CALHOUN'S POVClick**In a swift, instinctive moment, I withdrew my hand from her face as if burned, my eyes drifting coldly toward the door to see the old lady frozen in the place, her wrinkled hands clamped tightly over her mouth, eyes wide with undisguised shock."Did I just hear you say that you love her?" she sneered in a harsh whisper after a beat, lowering her hands and folding her arms tightly across her chest as she advanced into the room with a deep, wrinkly frown etched across her face.A mischievous, dangerous smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I turned fully and advanced toward her with deliberate steps.And here I was thinking no family member would visit except for Clover's mother...Yet somehow, the one who wanted her dead the most had slinked in at this ungodly hour of the night, dressed head-to-toe in black like she was already mourning or perhaps preparing to finish the job..."Age hasn't faulted your eardrums yet, has it?" I replied indifferently, my tone la
Calhoun's POVBy the time evening fell, the sky bruising into deep purples and grays, I drove straight from the office to the old mansion on the outskirts of the city to pay grandfather a long-overdue, uninvited visit.The weight of the day pressed down on me relentlessly, like a storm cloud heavy with unspoken thunder. Even Morgan's probing words from earlier echoed in my head, repeating on an endless loop. Admitting out loud that I loved Clover had cracked something deep inside me, something raw and vulnerable...But right now, none of that mattered. All that consumed me was the burning need to see her, to be in the same room as her, even if she couldn't see or hear me.And for that to happen, I needed this old bastard's unwitting help.I stormed into the mansion without knocking, shoving the heavy oak door open so hard it slammed against the inner wall with a resounding crash that echoed through the empty halls.Thereafter I head to the one place he'd be...the study.At the stud







