I lay frozen in place, unable to bring myself to move or even look at Dylan. Shame and regret hit me, and I clung to the pillow next to me as if it were my only lifeline. I didn't want to face the aftermath, the awkwardness of being with my ex-husband after such an intimate moment. So, I kept my eyes shut, hoping to shut out the reality of the situation.After what felt like an eternity, I felt the comforting weight of a bedsheet being draped over my naked body. I could sense Dylan's presence, his silent gesture of concern. I remained still, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, until exhaustion finally overtook me, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.The next morning, I awoke to find myself nestled against Dylan's chest, the thin bedspread our only covering. His arms encircled me, and I couldn't stifle the gasp that escaped my lips. "What have I done?" I whispered to myself, regret settling heavily upon me. "How did I let things go this far? Why did I act so impulsively?" I be
"Excuse me, what do you want?" I demanded, my voice edged with confusion as the stranger took a seat across from me without a meal tray or any apparent reason to be there.He sat there, a disconcerting smile playing on his lips as he gazed at me, his silence unsettling. "Who are you?" I pressed, feeling a growing sense of unease at his unusual behavior. Instead of offering a simple introduction, he rose from his seat and moved to the chair beside me, his proximity setting my nerves on edge."I'm Diego Pretty," he announced his closeness and touch sending shivers down my spine. "Please stop, just leave," I implored, attempting to draw back from his advances. Panic surged through me as he persisted, his hand on my chin, attempting to pull me into a kiss despite my resistance. I struggled against his hold, pushing against him with my hands with all my strength, but he remained firm, his grip so strong on my chin as I fought to free myself from his unwelcome touch.Suddenly a figure was
Suddenly Dylan stood up and walked up to me. "Will you go on a date with me?" he asked, holding up two tickets for me to see. I was taken aback by his boldness. Everyone around us erupted into cheers and chants of "Say yes, say yes," as they clapped along with the rhythm. I glanced at them, then back at Dylan, and finally at the tickets before I responded, "Yes."As everyone cheered happily, I couldn't help but feel emotions. I hadn't said yes because of them, but because going on a movie date with Dylan was something I had always wanted to do. It was a chance to fulfill a long-standing wish and find closure in that chapter of my life.Dylan's smile was contagious as we made our way out of the hotel eatery and back to his hotel room. Once inside, he announced, "I'll be back shortly," before dashing out.As I rummaged through my bag, searching for something suitable to wear, the hotel room door swung open, and Dylan entered, holding a box in his hand. I glanced up at him briefly before
Allison sprinted toward Dylan and enveloped him in a tight embrace, leaving both Dylan and me dumbfounded. Despite the unexpected intrusion, Dylan still hadn't released my hand. After the hug, Allison pushed my hand away and positioned herself between us, clutching onto Dylan's arms as if she never intended to let go. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the dramatic display."What are you doing here?" Dylan inquired, trying to make sense of the sudden turn of events."I miss you, sweetie," Allison replied with a tinge of reproach in her voice. "You haven't called me in days or picked up my calls, so I figured you were busy. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I decided to come and see my man." She cast a critical glance in my direction before fixing a saccharine smile on her face. "Such a pretender," I muttered under my breath, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.Dylan, clearly taken aback by Allison's unannounced arrival, sought to resolve the situation. "You've seen me now, right?" he rea
As Doctor Stephen's words were making me lose my mind, another doctor suddenly burst out of the operation room, his voice ringing out with a proclamation that defied all expectations. "He's awake... he's alive!" he called out, his announcement cutting through the atmosphere like a ray of hope."What? He was announced dead just moments ago," Doctor Stephen exclaimed in disbelief before hastily rushing back into the operation room. Angela and I clung to each other, our hearts pounding as we continued to pray fervently, our pleas for a miraculous intervention pouring forth in a desperate chorus of hope and faith.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as we maintained our vigil, our entwined hands and whispered prayers a lifeline of hope amid the uncertainty. We beseeched the heavens for a miracle, our souls united in a fervent plea for Nathan's survival and recovery.Finally, Doctor Stephen emerged from the operation room, a radiant smile illuminating his face. "Nathan is alive. He's survived
Struggling to rise from the floor, I gritted my teeth against the pain and slowly pushed myself upright. As I steadied myself, I saw Dylan clutching the pillow tightly, his eyes still glazed from the effects of the drug. "Charlotte... Charlotte….I love..you," he murmured, his voice filled with longing.The sound of his voice calling out her name tore through me, and in a surge of anguish and frustration, I cried out, "Ahhhh... Charlotte!" The pain in my back seemed to amplify my anguish. "I'm going to make your life miserable. I'll ruin you!" My words rang out with anger and despair, echoing in the room."I can't bear this any longer. I can't allow this to happen," I whispered to myself, my mind racing with desperation. "Using the drug again would have a severe impact on Dylan. and I can't let that happen. He's my only link to wealth. It has to happen tonight. Dylan must have sex with me."As I remembered the plans Sonia had shared with me, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "P
Allison POV"Let me go!" I choked out, struggling against Dylan's relentless grip on my neck. Panic surged through me as I fought for breath, feeling the heat rise within me and my vision blurring. "Please... I might die..." I screamed, desperation lacing my words as I pleaded for release. Finally, Dylan relented, releasing his hold on my neck. Gasping for air, I collapsed to the floor, coughing and wheezing, the sensation of nearly being choked to death overwhelming me.Dylan, wordless, made his way to the bed and sat down heavily, his hand coming to rest on his head. Meanwhile, I remained on the floor, clutching my neck, the trauma of the moment leaving me shaken and struggling to regain my composure.*****For the past two weeks in Germany, Dylan has been avoiding me. He barely speaks, immersing himself in meetings, working on his fashion project, and constantly calling Charlotte. Every attempt I make to engage him is met with rejection. I've tried speaking to him, reaching out to
As I knocked on the door and stepped into the room, I was met with the arresting sight of Charlotte and the young man turning their gaze toward me. Charlotte rose from her seat, her expression surprise and bewilderment."Dylan, you're back? What are you doing here?" she inquired, her words landing like a jolt.I stood rooted to the spot, taken aback by her unexpected question. "What am I doing here? I've been checking up on you daily for the past weeks, and what am I doing here?" I murmured under my breath, struggling to comprehend the situation.My eyes then shifted to the young man seated beside Charlotte, his presence adding an extra layer of complexity to the moment. As Charlotte turned her attention back to me, she hesitated before introducing us."Dylan, this is my childhood friend, Aaron. And Aaron, this is my..." She paused, her gaze flickering between me and Aaron before finally continuing, "my ex-husband."Aaron rose from his seat, extending his hand toward me with a courteo