เข้าสู่ระบบ*VERONICA'S POV* When I woke up the next morning, the sun was already up and Harrison was nowhere in sight. His side of the bed was already cold, so I knew he must have been up early. I groaned inwardly as I remembered Don's invitation last night. That is if you can call it an invitation. It was clear that he was up to something and I was sure it won't be anything good. according to what have learnt about him from Harrison so far, Don never invites anyone for anything good. Don invites you when he wants to remind you who owns the power. When he wants to control you. When he wants to remind you that you can't do as you wish. I tried to shake the thought off. Not this morning. Not when I just woke up in Harrison's bed, in Harrison's arms last night, feeling safe for the first time in years. I stretched, my body still aching a little from last night — not in a bad way, in a _Harrison_ way. His scent was all over the sheets. that sweet strong intoxicating cologne mixed with his nat
*TYLER'S POV * The warehouse was cold, dark, and smelled like gasoline and rust. I guessed This was the kind of place people disappeared in. The kind of place Don Davison's family used to handle... problems. And she was sitting right in the middle of it. Marcella. Her legs crossed, wearing a tight red dress even though it was midnight. Her blonde hair was perfect. Her lips were red. But her eyes... her eyes were insane. Obsessed. Dangerous. she was indeed beautiful. but something about her screamed danger and that I have to be careful with her. She smiled when she saw me. "Tyler Smith. The man who lost everything to my brother," she said, swirling wine in a glass. "You look... pathetic." I clenched my fists. "Watch your mouth little girl.You called me here." "I did," she said, standing up and walking towards me slowly, her heels clicking on the concrete. " she seems amused my reaction. i called you here , she repeated with a smile. Because we have the same enemies.
For a full minute, no one moved or make any sounds. Then Harrison threw the phone against the wall with all his strength. It shattered into a hundred pieces, leaving a dent in the wall. "FUCK!" he roared, standing up and punching the wall next to it, making a hole in it. Blood dripped from his knuckles. Veronica flinched, scared, tears now streaming down her face. She had never seen him like this. So angry, so broken, so... helpless. Harrison was always in control. Always powerful. But this phone call made him look like a lost boy. that already explains how much power Don has over him. "Now her fear and insecurities were double and this time with a good reason. Shaun came running upstairs, gun in hand, thinking there was an attack. "Boss? What happened? Was that—" "Don wants to see us. Tomorrow. With Marcella," Harrison said, his voice shaking with rage, blood dripping from his hand onto the white carpet. "He thinks Veronica is my weakness. He wants to
Harrison had just put on black sweatpants. The fabric hung low on his hips, still damp from his shower. Veronica was still in his arms on the bed, her legs tangled with his, her head resting on his broad chest. She was giggling, her earlier jealousy now turning into soft embarrassment. "I can't believe I thought you and Shaun..." she mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I'm so stupid. So jealous and stupid." Harrison smiled, that genuine smile that only she had ever seen. His hand was playing with her hair, twirling her curls around his finger. He loved how small she felt in his arms. How safe. "You are not stupid, Vee," he whispered, his voice husky. "You are possessive. And I love possessive. Especially when you get that little angry pout and your eyes get watery. Do you know how hard it was not to kiss you right there in the hallway in front of Shaun?" Veronica hit his chest playfully. "Harrison!" "I mean it," he said, rolling over so she was under
Before she could make sense of what was going on, Harrison walked out with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The hallway went dead silent. Veronica's eyes went wide. First at Shaun, then at Harrison — at the water dripping from his hair onto his bare chest, at the towel sitting dangerously low on his hips. Harrison froze when he saw her. For a split second, his cold Mafia mask cracked. "Vee?" That one word snapped Veronica back to reality. And her face went from shocked to FURIOUS. "You— you—" Veronica pointed a shaking finger at Shaun, then at Harrison. "Shaun just came out of OUR bedroom! Our bedroom, Harrison! And you— you're like THAT?!" Shaun's eyes widened in horror. "Oh. Oh no. No no no, Veronica, it's not what you think—" "What do I think?!" Veronica's voice was rising, her engagement ring glinting as she waved her hands. "I think my fiancé is standing half-naked in front of another man who just walked out
After the incident with Marcella, Veronica didn't really feel like celebrating anymore. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that Harrison loves her and that was enough, she couldn't fight the nagging feeling in her chest that said her life with Harrison wouldn't last. She feared that the happiness and perfect life she had built with him would soon come to an end. Susan, ever the observant one, noticed her best friend's mood deflating over and over again. The music and the drinks didn't do much to distract her. Susan frowned, pulling Veronica back to their table. "Girl! What in hell is wrong with you?" Susan scolded. "We are here to celebrate your engagement. And instead of that, you are letting that Marcella get into your head." Veronica sighed. "You are right, bestie. But I just can't get her words out of my head." Susan looked at her with concern. "What exactly are you afraid of, Veronica? Be honest with me. Do you believe Harrison doesn't love you enough to want t







