All Chapters of LOVE TRIANGLE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DAPHNE YILDIZ WHITE I haven't got the foggiest idea what is happening, but Craig has been spending far more time with me than usual. Is this the reality of what he proposed in his room—that we should genuinely try to make this work? Is he entirely earnest about turning our contract into a real marriage? But who am I to question the sudden shift? Is this unconventional affection not exactly what my heart had hungered for in the first place? Why on earth would I turn my back and walk away the exact second the impossible miraculously becomes possible? "Do you want to order anything else, Daph?" he asked gently, his eyes pulling away from the menu to check on me. The waiter stood perfectly still beside our booth, silently waiting to write down the final selections. "I'm completely good, Craig. How about you?" I replied, forcing a soft smile as I lowered the leather-bound menu onto the white tablecloth. We were currently tucked into an intimate restaurant, having an early dinner togeth

CARA WHITE POV I was barricaded inside another high-end lounge, mindlessly tracing the rim of a fresh glass of premium bourbon. If my liver possessed a solitary voice right now, it would be screaming an almighty, desperate curse directly at my skull. My analytical brain was locked in a brutal, exhausting warfare against the text of my heart. The heart aggressively instructed me to stand up, march back to the estate, and fiercely fight for Daphne’s soul. Meanwhile, my rational head screamed a harsh, unyielding warning to pull back the reins. Why the hell couldn't the two of us reach a peaceful consensus for once? It would save my life from constantly floundering like a total piece of shit in the dark. "I knew it with an absolute certainty. You are actively drinking your sanity away again, Cara," a familiar voice sighed, cutting cleanly through the club's heavy baseline. "What exactly do you harvest after a stunt like this? A catastrophic headache, or a devastating heartache? Which on

DAPHNE YILDIZ WHITE Many days had slipped by like a brief breeze without a single glimpse of Cara. As the agonizing hours stretched on, the suffocating void of her absence became too heavy to bear. Desperate for any trace of her, I gathered my pride and drove down to her corporate fashion headquarters, determined to pay her an unannounced, surprise visit [shopping]. I was quietly navigating the sleek upper corridor and had just reached out my hand to twist her office doorknob when my movements ground to a violent halt. Through the glass panel, I saw her. She wasn't alone. She was locked in an intimate perimeter with another woman. It wasn't Kazzy; my ears were entirely too familiar with her distinct, polished cadence to miscalculate. This was someone else—perhaps a junior design assistant, a model, or a high-society client. Refusing to let the rising panic freeze my boots, I forced my armor up, pushed the heavy door open, and stepped straight into the suite. What the actual fuck i

CARA WHITE POV Even from the landing of the grand staircase, the rich, savory aroma drifting from the lower floor told me exactly where she was. I glanced toward the dining pavilion; the long mahogany table was completely empty, which meant the kitchen was the source of what my nose was lingering on. I quieted my steps, gliding across the marble floorboards to follow the scent. "Good morning," she greeted softly, her focus remaining entirely fixed on the stove without even throwing a glance in my direction. How on earth did her senses map out my presence when I had stepped so soundlessly? "G-good morning," I responded, a sharp stutter exposing my lack of composure. Looking at the fluid, energetic way she moved around the counter, it was glaringly obvious she was completely in her element—physically fit and not sick at all. What a beautifully executed trap, Daphne. You genuinely know exactly how to tame my system. Lucky for your world... and what absolute, devastating bad luck for

DAPHNE YILDIZ WHITE "Let me help you," I whispered, desperately blocking out her words, though each syllable cut into my chest like a serrated knife designed to make me bleed. "Stop it, Daphne! Just... just go away! Get the hell out!" she screamed, violently thrashing against my touch as I tried to steady her weight. "Alright. Alright. I'll leave you alone after this, I swear it." I just wanted to peel her out of her heavy clothes and make her comfortable so her mind could finally rest in sleep. "You are fundamentally not listening to me, Daphne! I said leave!" Her chest heaved as she pointed a trembling finger toward the exit. I swallowed hard, freezing right where I stood on the plush rug. This was the absolute first time in our entire history that Cara had ever driven me away from her perimeter. A cold realization hit my chest: she was genuinely, profoundly distraught by my existence. With a heavy heart, I backed out of her room and closed the double doors. I had zero strength