Semua Bab WRECK ME QUIETLY: Bab 111 - Bab 118

MASONThe moment I unlocked the hotel room and stepped inside, I dropped my bag and exhaled hard.The room was quiet, spacious, polished and ridiculously expensive.There was a bottle of overpriced red wine on the glass table and floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the Manhattan skyline. The kind of room you booked if you wanted the world to know you’d made it.But me? I didn’t care.Not about the view. Not about the thread count. Not about the champagne chilling in the corner, waiting to be opened.All I could think about was her.Samantha, my baby, my chaos, my peace.I walked farther in and sat on the edge of the bed, my hands dangling between my knees, head bowed like it weighed more than it should. The silence in the room didn’t feel luxurious. It felt wrong.Empty.“I’d give everything in this damn room away if it meant falling asleep with her beside me tonight,” I muttered to no one.My voice was scratchy. Dry. Like it hadn’t been used since I left her… which, honestly, it hadn

MASONI slammed the door to my hotel room shut with more force than necessary and immediately yanked off my tie like it had been choking me for the past twelve hours. It probably had.The suit jacket hit the arm of the couch. I didn’t care where it landed.I collapsed onto the cushions, body aching, brain fried, but somehow still wired like I’d downed five shots of espresso and taken a lap around Manhattan.Two days in New York. Nonstop meetings. Fake smiles. Endless nodding. And then… this.I looked down at the thick envelope in my hand. Inside it was the deed to the house I just bought.A modern beauty in Rye, tucked between trees and silence. Close enough to the city, far enough from the noise. The kind of place where the grass stays green and the neighbors’ wave and babies learn to walk on hardwood floors and sunlight spills through every window.A home.Our home.My assistant had offered to handle the furnishing… said she had a guy who could do the whole thing in a week. Clean, qu

Before I upload the last chapter, I just want to say this... From the deepest, rawest, most emotional part of me… Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for staying. Thank you for choosing this story. When I started writing this book, I honestly didn’t expect much. It wasn’t your typical fairytale. There were no perfect meet-cutes. No flowers-in-the-rain, cliché movie moments. Just two broken people, meeting in the middle of chaos. And still… You read. You stayed. You felt the pain, the love, the obsession, the healing, and you didn’t look away. I cried to my friend just yesterday. Because I didn’t think anyone would care this deeply. But you all proved me wrong. You showed up. You supported. You reviewed, commented, shared. You made me feel seen as a writer. As a person. You gave this messy, emotional, imperfect love story a place in your hearts. I wish I didn’t have to stop here. I wish the story could go on forever. But every book has its ending. And thi

From the very beginning, I knew I wanted Sam and Mason’s story to be more than just a love story. I wanted fire and tenderness. I wanted you to feel the ache of longing and the softness of forever, all in one breath.This book was my first attempt at blending intense passion with deep emotional connection. A love that burned yet healed. A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other.💍 Thank you for riding with them to the very end.This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on.With all my heart, Thank you.O.J🖤