บททั้งหมดของ Addicted: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Isabella’s POVTwo more weeks had passed, and still there was no sign of The Draco.Not that I was counting or anything.I didn’t care whether he showed up or not. Even though my curiosity about the mysterious red-eyed man kept trying to get the better of me, I knew he was trouble.The kind of trouble that could ruin everything.So it was better if he stayed away for good.“Hurry up, Isa! We’re going to be late!”Mia’s voice suddenly echoed from the living room, instantly snapping me out of my thoughts.“I’m coming! I just need to pack a few things!” I shouted back.I quickly stuffed a few items into my bag before rushing into the living room.“I’m ready,” I said with a smile.Mia groaned, “It’s about time,” she sighed. “You’re starting to make a habit of making us late for work. And I thought things would change now that you’re the star of Club Paradise.”She rolled her eyes as she picked up her bag.“I’m sorry,” I said, smiling apologetically as we walked out the door. “I promise it

Isabella’s POVMove.Just move.My mind screamed the command over and over again, but my body refused to obey.It felt like I had suddenly become a stranger inside my own skin.My heart pounded so violently in my chest that for a moment the room tilted around me. The lights blurred, the music faded, and all I could hear was the frantic rhythm of my own heartbeat.“Isabella… get a hold of yourself,” I scolded silently.But the moment my eyes met his, everything inside me froze again.Those eyes.Deep.Red.Impossible to forget.He stood right in front of me.Tall. Broad. Powerful in a way that made the air around him feel heavier. His sharp, sculpted face looked almost unreal under the club lights, and his sugar-white hair fell loosely over his forehead.Everything about him was dangerous.Everything about him contradicted those burning eyes.And everything about him was exactly how I remembered.I never thought I would see him again.Yet here he was.Which only proved one thing.The un

Isabella’s POVI locked myself in my room for days.The curtains stayed drawn. The lights stayed off. Time blurred into something shapeless, meaningless.Sleep abandoned me.And when it did come… it wasn’t rest.It was him... The Draco.That moment replayed over and over in my head like a cursed loop. The way he stood there. Calm. Unshaken. A gun in his hand, like it was an extension of him. Like violence came as naturally to him as breathing.The way he pointed it at that man’s head.No hesitation. No emotion.Just control.I squeezed my eyes shut, dragging in a shaky breath.But it didn’t matter. He was still there.In my head. In my chest. In the way my body refused to relax.The memory wasn’t just a memory anymore. It was something alive. Something that had taken root inside me, spreading slowly, infecting every corner of my mind.A soft knock came again.Then again. Then louder.“Isa! Isabella!”Mia.I ignored her.“I swear, Isa, if you don’t open this door, I will break it down!”

Isabella’s POVBreathing had become something I had to think about, slow and conscious, in through the nose, out through the mouth, like a person talking themselves down from a ledge. My heart refused to settle. It beat high and hard and wild, rattling against my ribs as though it wanted out. I made my way back to the dressing room one careful step at a time; the floor itself felt unreliable beneath me, my legs trembling in a way I prayed no one around me could see.Damn. Why does this man have such power over me?He was like a storm. Fierce, consuming, utterly relentless. You could search the whole of it and never find calm at its centre, because peace was not something that existed where the Draco lived. It had no place there. And those eyes. God, those red eyes. They burned the way only something ancient and dangerous could burn, steady and absolute, the kind of heat that didn’t flicker or warn you before it consumed you.One look, and the floor actually moved. Not the way it does w

Xander's POVIsabella was the goddess haunting my dreams, and it didn't stop there. I saw her everywhere I looked. Every little thing carried a trace of her, pulled her back into my thoughts and I found myself loving it, craving her even more. No one had ever done this to me, not once, not in all my years. She commanded something deep within me that I couldn't name and couldn't silence, and it unsettled me and thrilled me all at the same time. And that kiss. God, that kiss. I still feel it in my sleep, still tasted it when I woke up, and the want to feel her lips again was a hunger that refused to be reasoned with.But then the memory of how cold she had been afterward would settle over me, and something in my chest would sink like a stone thrown into still water.I was drowning my thoughts in a glass of whiskey when Xavier walked in."Hey, Xander. What are you doing?" he asked."What does it look like I am doing," I said flatly, draining my glass and refilling it without looking at h