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Chapter 98: The Archaeology of Desire
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Winning Her Back Chapter 130: The Cost and the Claiming
The silence after the door clicked shut was the loudest sound I had ever heard. It was a physical presence, thick and heavy, saturated with the echo of Ethan’s defiance and the ghost of Williams Croft’s icy fury. The air in the foyer, once just space, now felt charged with the aftershock of a seismic decision, and we were standing at its epicenter.I could still feel the vibration of the car’s engine fading down the drive, but it was the tremor in my own soul that shook me. Ethan’s body was a rigid line of tension beside me, the adrenaline of the confrontation still humming through him, a live wire looking for ground. My own heart was a frantic, trapped thing beating against my ribs, not with fear of the man who had left, but with a terrifying, awe-inspiring understanding of the man who had stayed.He had just burned a bridge made of millions, of reputation, of a life he’d spent a decade building. And he’d done it without a second thought. For me.The weight of that pressed down on me
Winning Her Back Chapter 129: The Uninvited
The world didn’t just intrude; it announced itself with the cruel, sharp sound of gravel crunching under aggressive tires. The sound was a violation, shredding the delicate, intimate silence that had wrapped around us since we’d found each other on the studio floor.Ethan’s body went rigid against mine. The soft, sated man of a moment before was gone, replaced in a single heartbeat by the CEO, his senses on high alert, his arms tightening around me instinctively, protectively. The shift was so drastic it stole the air from my lungs.We were in the kitchen, wrapped in the same blanket, sharing a single mug of coffee. My head had been on his shoulder, his lips in my hair. We hadn't spoken. We didn't need to. The understanding between us was a living, breathing thing.And then the car came.Through the large kitchen window, we saw it: a low-slung, silver sports car, too sleek, too expensive, and too utterly out of place on our quiet, tree-lined drive. It didn't just park; it prowled to a
Winning Her Back Chapter 128: The Stillness and the Storm
The terror is a quiet thing. It doesn’t scream; it seeps. It’s in the way the bristles of my brush feel foreign in my hand, like holding a stranger’s bones. It’s in the way the pristine, mocking white of the new canvas seems to swallow all the light in the room, leaving nothing but the hollow echo of my own doubt.Six weeks. The number beats in my skull like a frantic, trapped bird. Six weeks to build a world from nothing, to prove I’m not the fluke a part of me is convinced I am. The excitement from this morning has curdled into a cold, heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. I am frozen. Paralyzed. A fraud about to be spectacularly found out.I don’t hear him come in. I just feel the air in the room change, the charged particles shifting to make space for him. I’m standing there, arms crossed, staring down the blank slate as if I could intimidate it into submission. I must look like a statue of despair.He doesn’t speak. He just leans against the doorframe, a silent, solid presence.
Winning Her Back Chapter 127: The Anchor and the Storm
The first thing I was aware of was the weight of his hand on my hip, a warm, solid anchor in the quiet sea of dawn. It wasn't possessive or demanding, just present. A constant. A promise etched into skin and bone.Sunlight, pale and hesitant, filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and the hard plane of his chest. I watched him sleep, the fierce lines of his face softened in repose, his dark lashes fanning against his cheeks. This was the face of the man who had shattered me and then, with infinite care, gathered every piece and put me back together. The vulnerability in that thought was a physical ache in my throat.I shifted minutely, and his hand tightened, just a fraction, a subconscious pull back toward him. A sigh escaped his lips, my name a breathless whisper in his sleep. The sound went through me like a live wire. Last night had been a raw, open nerve, but this… this careful, quiet claiming was its own kind of intensity. It threatened to undo m
Winning Her Back Chapter 126: The Reckoning
One careless, dismissive flick of his wrist. That’s all it had been. And it had undone everything.He was still by the door, his hand now limp at his side. I could feel his confusion like a physical pressure against my skin. He saw the devastation on my face, I knew he did, but the why of it was a locked door to him. It was the story of us, the old, painful story I’d been stupid enough to believe was over.“Lila?” His voice was softer now, cautious. It was the tone you’d use on a spooked animal you were afraid would bolt or bite. “What’s wrong?”The words were a echo, a cruel joke. What’s wrong? he’d asked a thousand times in our past life, always with that same edge of impatient frustration, never truly wanting the messy, emotional answer. My throat closed up. If I tried to speak, I’d either scream or whimper, and I refused to do either.I turned my back to him, pretending to fiddle with a tube of cadmium red, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped it. I just needed a second. A
Winning Her Back Chapter 125: The Echo
The smell of linseed oil and fresh coffee was the scent of a happiness so profound it felt fragile, like a soap bubble shimmering in the palm of my hand. Morning light, clean and sharp, cut across my studio, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the man who was watching me from my couch.Ethan was stretched out, a financial journal open but ignored on his lap, his attention entirely focused on me. He wore a simple grey henley and dark jeans, and he looked more at home in my chaotic space than he ever had in his own sterile penthouse. His gaze was a physical warmth on my skin, a silent, steady applause that fueled every stroke of my brush.I was attempting to capture the exact shade of gold in his eyes when he’s truly, unguardedly happy. It was a color I’d only recently been introduced to.“You’re staring,” I said, not looking away from the canvas, a smile playing on my lips.“I’m appreciating,” he corrected, his voice a low hum that vibrated in the quiet room. “There’s a
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