All Chapters of Fragile Desires : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**Steven’s POV** I am a monster. The weight of my actions towards Christine is suffocating. Anger surged through me when she tried to break things off, the mere thought of losing her was unbearable. She means everything to me. But in my frantic desperation to hold onto her, I lost her all the same. Now, as I sit outside her apartment, the emptiness around me mirrors the void inside. I’ve scoured the streets, searching for any sign of her. The idea that she might be with Tyler churns my stomach. He can’t have her. I can’t stand the thought of her being in his arms. My heart aches with a mixture of dread and regret, and tears spill down my cheeks as I wait, praying for her return. The moment she walks through that door, I’ll beg her for forgiveness. I’d do anything to make things right again. Suddenly, my phone rings, shattering the silence. It’s Peggy, her voice a frantic wail that sends a shiver down my spine. “What is it, Peggy? Calm down and tell me what’s wrong,” I urge, try

**Steven’s POV** I awaken to a pounding headache that feels like a drum echoing in my skull. Blinking through the haze, I spot a nurse at my bedside, her hands deftly inserting an IV into my trembling arm. Instinctively, I jerk my hand free, and her eyes widen in alarm. "Please, sir, you’re injured. We've bandaged your wound, but you still need your treatment," she pleads, her voice a mixture of concern and urgency. With a groan, I attempt to sit up, my body protesting against the movement. The weight of dislocated bones gnaws at me, a painful reminder of whatever chaos led me here. “How long have I been asleep?” I rasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. Her expression tightens with worry as she glances at her watch, then back at me, the apprehension evident in her eyes. "You’ve been unconscious for 12 hours now. You can’t leave, Mr. Jones. Wait—I'll call the doctor." Before I can protest, she dashes out of the room. But I refuse to stay here, bound by their rules. I need a

### Christine’s POV A heavy weight settled in my chest as the reality of my actions crashed over me—I hurt Tyler. That singular thought consumed me. I had to make it right; I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. With determination coursing through my veins, I sprinted up the stairs to Tyler’s room. As I entered, I found him clad in his work attire, his frustration palpable. He looked like a god in a storm, fierce and untouchable, and I desperately searched for the right words to calm the tempest brewing within him. “I’m so sorry, Tyler,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I just felt bad for Steven; he’s going through so much right now, and I only wanted to help him.” Tyler didn’t respond; he brushed me off as if my words were nothing but sound. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched him turn away, the buttons of his shirt sliding into place. I couldn’t help but be captivated by his sculpted abs, the golden caramel of his skin glowing in the li

Christine's Perspective People often say that when you're in love, you go a little crazy. I believe it's true because ever since I met Tyl—or, well, I mean, since I met Tyler—I’ve done some insane things. But it's okay, really. Meeting Tyler changed everything for me. I keep eyeing his back as he prepares to leave for work. I’ve gone crazy over this man; I can't get him out of my mind for a second. He turns around and gives me one of his irresistible smiles. "What are you thinking about?" He moves closer, and I catch my breath at how near he is. "Nothing," I reply. He plants a kiss on my forehead, and I relax in his arms. "I won't be gone long—just a few signing appointments and meetings. I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere without me, and call if you’re bored." I nod obediently, like a schoolgirl following her parents’ instructions. I’d do anything he asks, but I hope it doesn't turn into him trying to control me. I’m confused right now. Am I Tyler’s girlfriend or n

Tyler’s POV I was waiting for Christine when those individuals called to inform me that the jerk had come along and kidnapped my angel. She had contacted me earlier to express her urgent need to see me, and I suspected it was related to the troublesome Kelsey Jones. I had been informed that she had visited the house earlier, and she and Christine had a significant disagreement. That family just had to interfere with my life constantly. I continued driving to the location of her phone, having tracked it down immediately after receiving the news. We arrived at the parking lot of a mall, only to find an empty parking space with her phone lying on the ground. That scoundrel! He had better pray that I do not catch him soon because I am determined to kill him. I hope he has not harmed my angel. I always knew he was disturbed, but I never imagined he would dare to take such a drastic step, especially after what he attempted to do to Christine the other day. I know he is capable of anythi