All Chapters of My Cold Magazine Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Asher’s POV The cursor on my screen blinked impatiently, mocking my inability to focus. Three deadlines, two urgent emails, and one boyfriend who acted like I was a stranger. Welcome to my life, the glamorous world of Falls Magazine. "Damn it," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. The office had emptied hours ago. Only the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional ping from my laptop kept me company. The New York skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a beautiful view I barely noticed anymore. All I could see was the red notification bubble on our latest cover mock-up. Xander's face stared back at me from the screen. Those ocean blue eyes that once melted my heart now only reminded me of arctic ice. Cold. Distant. Unyielding. I reached for my coffee cup, finding only cold dregs at the bottom. A perfect metaphor for my relationship. My finger hovered over my phone. Was calling him a mistake? Probably. Did I care? Not anymore. After twelve months of loving someone who

Asher's PovThe cafeteria coffee scalded my tongue, but I barely noticed. My mind was still upstairs in that hospital room, replaying the kiss over and over. That wasn't the Xander I knew. The man who had just kissed me with such passion bore no resemblance to my boyfriend of the past year. I stopped walking, nearly colliding with a doctor rushing past. Was it wrong to enjoy this version of him? The Xander who looked at me with wonder instead of that practiced indifference? The one who asked if we were happy instead of assuming everything was fine?The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside, clutching my coffee cup like a lifeline. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored wall—disheveled hair, dark circles under my eyes, lips still slightly swollen from that kiss. I looked exactly like what I was: a man completely thrown off balance.For a year, I'd been settling for crumbs of affection from a man who treated our relationship like an afterthought. Now, suddenly, thos

Asher's POVXander slept with his arm thrown across my chest, his breath warm against my neck. Six months of this and I still couldn't believe it was real. Every morning I woke up expecting the cold distance to return, for his eyes to harden when they looked at me. But each day, he only seemed to fall deeper."Morning," he mumbled, lips brushing against my collarbone. "You're thinking too loud."I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the softness. "Sorry. Just appreciating the view.""Mmm." He stretched like a cat, all lean muscle and grace. "What's on the agenda today? More memory lane trips?"I checked my phone. "Nothing scheduled. We've hit most of the important places already."The past six months had transformed into something I never imagined possible with Xander. Before the accident, getting him to agree to dinner was like pulling teeth. Now, we had a routine of weekend brunch at his favorite café, movie nights where he insisted on cuddling, and spontaneous trips to galler

Xander’s POVI woke up angry.Not the usual kind of angry. Not the kind that fizzles out after a shower or a strong cup of coffee. This was the deep kind—the kind that sits in your chest and grows teeth.My head felt like a punching bag, sore and swollen, but that was nothing compared to the chaos screaming in my mind.A car accident? What the hell?The last thing I remembered was driving home after a photo shoot outside the city. I was thinking about dinner and whether I had time to swing by the florist Mom liked. Then I saw them. Mom and Desmond. They were walking together, laughing about something.And then? Blackness.Just gone. No crash. No pain. Just lights out.So why the hell was Asher Smith, my hateful boyfriend standing in my kitchen like he owned the place?Worse, he looked like he belonged here.He stood near the counter like he’d just finished cooking, like this was his usual routine. He didn’t even look surprised to see me. That made my skin crawl. And when I asked what

Xander’s POVWhat the hell was Sophia thinking?I hadn’t even been back a full day before she decided to throw a press meeting on my schedule like confetti at a parade. And the worst part? She didn’t even tell me about it. I found out from an email reminder while I was brushing my damn teeth.That idiot. I muttered under my breathI stormed out of my apartment and found her pacing in front of the elevator like a nervous deer. The moment she saw me, she stiffened like she’d been caught stealing.“You scheduled a press meeting?” I asked, my voice sharp.Her lips parted. “Well… yes. The media’s been asking about your break and—”“I don’t care!” I snapped. “I don’t owe them a story about my life falling apart.”Sophia flinched but didn’t speak. She always got like this when I yelled, like she wanted to melt into the wall. As I was about to continue, my phone rang. I glanced down. Unknown number.I ignored it.Then it rang again.“Sophia,” I said through clenched teeth. “Do you know who th